School starts tomorrow. I already feel empty and alone. Time has slowed down to the point that I can feel every second of my life ticking away. I miss Alaska. I miss home.

People can be so petty. I will try not to get upset about it though, because it’s too pathetic.

New goal: make all friends fat via baking so I will look skinnier.

It’s weird to think that some day, items I am familiar with will be in a museum. It’s equally strange to know that it’s possible I’m looking at my ancestors’ belongings.

I want to change my name to Daphne and open a tea shop.

I want to be a 1940s starlet and to wear pearls.

I want a bunny.

I want to shave my head and become a Buddhist monk.

I want to jump out of airplanes.

I want to soak up the vast landscapes of the globe.

I want to bake sugary confections and eat them.

I want to see my Germans.

I want to get my ears pierced again. And again.

I want to bleach my roots. And dye it pink. Or black. But not yet.

I want to go on a road trip to California. Or the Northeast. Or both.

I want to go see Ke$ha, Katy Perry, and Warped Tour.

I want a hardcover journal to scribble in.

I want to go camping and eat s'mores and stare at the stars.

I want to go to South Korea and eat bulgogi and stare at the stars.

I want to recycle everything.

I want my brain to deflect all this electromagnetic radiation.

I want humanity to stop murdering the earth.

I want all the clutter and mediocrity to be zapped into nothingness.

I want to feel empty and weightless.

I want not to want.

I love Boys Over Flowers, pilates are hard, Mao Mao is broken, I applied my knowledge of trucker’s hitch yesterday, huzzah

The mysterious, obscure, incomprehensible… are always prettier.