can mosquitos transmit aids?

in response to a story on my newsfeed regarding school, i just thought to myself, 'why are you still doing that? it's summer...' wait

i've been getting annoyed much more easily as of late; i blame school, lack of caffeine, and unrecognized desires.

i taught a caterpillar how to live today

i decided to switch my summer plans up a bit. instead of doing the immersion program in arabic, i'll now be spending those four weeks in vermont speaking spanish because, as i've come to realize, immersion in a language that i have yet to speak kind of defeats the purpose. instead, i plan on becoming conversant in spanish (which i'll be able to utilize when i go to spain next spring) and then taking separate language courses sometime else.

apparently the iphone has terrible formatting techniques for blogging via email

i applied for an arabic immersion program provided by middlebury yesterday, should be sweet if i get in. the only downside is a month out of my summer in rural vermont

i don't get why everyone's so bent on being the best and first. if anything it will be a detriment a lifestyle to constantly try to outdo others. why not do things because they're what you want to do? why not be satisfied just with the experience? fer realz.

'quidditch through the ages' and 'fantastic beasts and where to find them' came in the mail today. i'm one step closer to hogwarts.

it definitely doesn't seem like the twenty-fifth of august.

wuddafuxup

somewhere, emanating from my neighbour's house, is a mysterious ringing noise.
not mysterious in the sense that it inhibits curiosity, but other questions of mystery. will i be able to get to sleep tonight? i wonder if a noise can burrow as deep inside my head as this seems to be? what the hell makes such an annoyingly persistent and loud noise? why can't they hear it?


it's a good time.

i love to feel things.

thought-dreams are the most dangerous. you know, when you're in between dreamland and consciousness. when you think you're falling down the stairs or kicking a ball but you're really just laying in your bed. and you react to the situation and wake up in the dark, strangled by tangled sheets. with normal dreams, my thoughts have disconnected from my body, so i don't [usually] get out of my bed and walk around like i am in my dream. with thought-dreams, however, my thoughts are still attached to my body and when i move, i move. scares the shit out of me, and i can never get back to sleep.

the past is a happy place.

all i want is for clotheslines to be mainstream again. our kids would love it, until they became teenagers. "dad, why don't we just permadry our clothes like everyone else? we don't need to hand-wash and hang-dry them every time. carlos said his parents permacleaned all his clothes. i think we should do that too, it'd be a lot easier". he doesn't understand. what does he know?

our second baby is a watermelon.

soiled foliage.

i think a man [or woman, but i don't know what a woman peeing sounds like] habitually pees in the bushes under my window around one in the morning. either that or there's a rattler that rarely feels threatened.

i hate when girls call their friends derogatory names. especially when they're twelve.

i wrote a poem:

i wish i was a book with eyes.

an eye-book.

i would watch my readers

and i would bite them

with my book-mouth.

but then i'd feel bad

and give them a windsock.

asdf.

when you think about it, a lot of things don't matter. if you have to think about it at all, chances are it doesn't matter. like clarifying yourself to someone you'll probably never talk to again. like your favorite pen. like your enemies. don't harp on shit that isn't even important.

i think i ate something bad for breakfast. but i'm better now.

and tomorrow's my birthday.

the birds are singing

do i go to bed now, at four a.m.? or do i stay all the way up? yes, all the way. proper terminology fo seri. the birds just began their chirping. they can sense the quickening daylight in the darkness. it's kind of creepy. i want to stay up but there's really no reason to and, honestly, it would be dumb. buuut then again, what else am i going to do? sleep all day? boringer. 

do fat people have bigger tongues?

d0000d

i had a good weekend. well, a good week, really. i had an art program with my school all week. i wish i could do it all summer, i'm going to be so bored and lacking materials. on friday i stayed at mark's house. zach came over and we didn't really do much, which was fun. on saturday i went to boston at one with mark and some of his friends. also fun. but hot. with lots of walking. still fun, though. when i got home i went over to patrick's house. i was surprised i was allowed to go, but pleased. i didn't do much there, either. on sunday i came home around 12, then did nothing for hours, while my parents went off to the celtics game. my brother and i decided to go see a movie. we ended up watching zohan, it was ok. and now i'm here. i think i'll read. then sleep, if i'm tired.

i lauf summer.