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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.

Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

-William Congreve

I really do write better when I'm either extremely angry or depressed.
Perhaps that's why the Bohemian artists were suicidal and always drinking Absinthe.
I just read a particular post I wrote about a month ago and thought it was one of the greatest entries I have ever written. It was just smooth.
Why can't I write like that all the time?


Our school is so messed. There's a giant hole inside- I presume we're going to have an actual spacious lobby for us students to hang out but for now, there's just a big white thing surrounding the building. Welcome to Parsons.


Not in the greatest of moods. I'm making a photo collage of pictures I've taken this summer. Click each picture to see close up- I rather you click on it to see the larger version because these puny thumbnails don't do them justice.

Top, from left to right.
Neighbourhood while taking a walk with mom, fuchsia in grandmother's apartment, Lois's eye, Robyn's prom, bike roade at Mt Tremblant, Grace's photoshoot, Centre Island, softball, glass at the courts at retreat.


That made me feel better. In fact, I'm just going to make a huge one. These pictures are dear to me not because they're necessarily spectacular but as I wrote earlier, I've attached some kind of meaning or memory to them. I love the one of Lois's eye. It just looks so calm and reflective in my own personal view because I remember that day was well spent.