One whole calendar month of blogging woohoo! I've only missed three days so far and I wasn't going to be able to blog tonight, so I decided to right now. It's 6:03 and it feels odd. I usually begin writing my entries at closer to midnight. I realized how much of a problem my nocturnal nature has become when for the past week, it has been physically impossible to go to sleep before 2:30am. The screened in porch is done and its fantastic. I have never painted more in my life. My cousin from England, Alexander, is coming tomorrow and staying for 10 days. I am glad since we are really close, despite only seeing each other a few weeks each year. Plasticities by Andrew Bird. I never get tired of this song.

This morning I walked to a pool and heard a jarring and shrieking sound, which I soon discovered to be two hawks fighting high above in the sky. After a refreshing swim and non-descript afternoon, I was home alone for the evening. I blasted music and cleaned the whole kitchen. A song came up called Sleepy Shores by Michael Price. It has no words, and I had never heard it before. I sat down and put it on repeat. It's from the soundtrack to Children of Men and something about it is so powerful to me, as if it tells its own story or something. If I had to see one film for the rest of my life it would be Children of Men and if you haven't seen it please do, or at least listen to the song. You have to be in the right mood though, I guess.

I struggle to come up with titles for my entries, so I have decided to adopt the practice of naming my posts with relevant lyrics from my song of the day. Every day this week has felt the same as the day before, as if I am living a loop. It's fine though. I haven't been bored, and the whole week has been devoted to screening and painting my porch. Physical work can be dull, but it is something to do and today the fruits of labor were beginning to appear, as the porch was looking more like I had envisioned it would. In my drivetime today I drove all the way from Big Y to my house, it felt like a big accomplishment. My hands are covered with white paint despite my best efforts to scrub it off and I have two very painful cankersores that I usually only get in the winter. I often get them on the bottom of my tongue, and they kill every time I bite or talk. The doctor says they are from stress. But I have had zero stress today. No siree. Oh god, I must be dying from herpes then, its the only logical explanation. Sike.
A Hard Day's Night by the Beatles, who I have been listening to all evening. Oh and please take a look at these pictures in large if you so desire.

Today started off with the promise of a good day. It wasn't. My mum went to the beach with my sister and her friends and it struck me that I haven't been to the beach at all this year, and funnily enough I don't mind at all.
I hate people who are stuck up, self-centered and think they can get whatever they want. That is why my day was lacking. The highlights were painting my porch in the sun and seeing Bremilyan (lame nickname for bryan and emily '09 oh yeahh). It was really nice seeing them, but I was caught up with this stupid argument over money with a kid. He kept bullying me to try and get what he wanted. It was a saga and half. Gahh. I look forward to a carefree day at a lake someday soon with people! I had a nice chat with my dad over dinner. When we had done talking it was starting to get dark out. Tomorrow I have a drive time which will be most likely unpleasant but hopefully the day will be salvaged if I am able to see Harry Potter. Those books are such a big part of my childhood and early adolescence, and they were always a constant. The song of the day is And the Hazy Sea by Cymbals Eat Guitars

My car arrived today! My dad got into a slight argument with the delivery man who spoke no english, and I tried throwing in random words that sounded right. It was so satisfying unscrewing the old Florida liscense plates and putting on the brand new ones. 219 AX6 has got to be the easiest thing to remember. Just say it, it has a ring to it.
After the excitement of the car faded, I tried to kill the evening by wandering around town with a kid. We aren't particularly good friends, but it was something to do. Then the unexpected happened. A hulking black bear sprinted across our paths. It was terrifying yet exhilarating, and I almost laughed at how ridiculous the idea of a bear in Princeton is. When my days stay at the same pace, I get listless. Paris is Burning by St Vincent.

There are summer days when you really don't do much and simple tasks become that much more fulfilling. Backtracking to last night for a second, the skunk smell made my room smell so bad I couldn't bear it. In the middle of the night I went across my hall and settled in a makeshift fort my sister built. It was a bunch of blankets draped over chairs and such. The flashing and blinding lightning looked surreal in my little tent, kind of like when you accidentally look at the sun and see spots. Rain plummeting down from is the best soundtrack for sleep.
This blog is very narrative today, so I might as well continue. I painted the railing on my porch today and mowed the lawn. We are officially in 're-doing' mode at my house. I feel quite content with this day although it was very uneventful. Itprovided such a necessary contrast to the stress-filled days of school. The song of the day is The Man Who Would Be King by the Libertines.
I'm deciding to volunteer at a Jewish elderly people center. I miss being around old people and there stories, and I miss my grandma.

I feel like I haven't blogged in forever, and it's only been about a day. Yesterday I went to Boston with some friends, and it was a lot more enjoyable than I thought it would be. We went to the store bodega which is hidden behind a vending machine. After we exhausted all of our money (in a matter of hours), we headed to the duck pond on the common and just sat down. One of the pictures of the day is of a squirrel that scavenged an abandoned ice cream cone and brought it all they way up a tree! Going to boston just never gets old. The activities of today were solely scrubbing my porch and swimming. Fast paced days are the best kind. Right now my room smells like dead animal as the skunk that has been plaguing my neighborhood met its demise and is slowly decomposing. I think its corpse is stinking up the all available air as if to insult us from beyond the grave. It's probably lol-evatoring. The song of the day is Let's Dance to Joy Division by the Wombats. Link of the Day