I'm in love with a Bolivian alpacha sweater.

I have kidnapped this sweater from Moriah for a few days. I covet it.

I went to a coffee house at school tonight. It was epic. It included everything from a poem about wool socks, the Beatles, an angsty teenage song called "I Hate Christine," the Pokemon theme song, a guy hitting every high note of "Halo" and some crazy things which I'm unable to describe in words. I was sitting at a table with some of the IB Music kids, who are rather hilarious. Coffee house=happy.

After half a mug of starbucks coffee, I really hope I can sleep.
Love,
-J-

Just your average lazy Friday night.

The boarded up Paramount theater that people are trying to save uptown.

An artist's impression of what 3 million dollars will apparently do to turn it into a venue. That would be pretty awesome.

Lazy Friday night, time to relax and ponder life, such as: 

• Should I get a tumblr? I like the idea of being able to post all sorts of random pictures etc. without needing any context.Thoughts?
• The cast list came out for Miss Saigon. I'm pretty pumped for my second year in chorus, because last year was epic. Wondering what this year will have in store.
• I finished Jane Eyre last night. What a book. Still haven't pondered that one enough.
• Now I need to find another book to read. Out of Africa? Perhaps.

Love,
-J-

The Shire, Verona, India and the Dark Side.

Despite waking up this morning and not wanting to face the world, some things still managed to make my day:

• A very short guy walked past me on the stairs in mid-conversation. All I heard was "'Cause that's how we do it in the Shire!"
• Kaelen was getting into character during lunch to play Mecrutio in Romeo and Juliet: "My fair maidens, now I shalt leave you with this hip thrust." *Hip thrusts and walks away.*
• Indian food for supper. Omnomnomnom.
• This video (totally worth ten seconds of your life):

 

After all this, I realized I can face the world.

Meh, but still burned out.
Love,
-J-

Poetry?

I think I'm beginning to understand poetry. MADNESS. Even being a somewhat artsy person, I've just never quite got poetry. IB English is forcing me into it.

Or maybe I'm finally losing my marbles. Well, it was inevitable.
Love,
-J-