Saturday, December 03, 2005
This is the dollhouse iz and I have been painting! Since I am sick mostly at home, he plays the sims and I read pride and prejudice and when we feel like painting we'll launch into discussions on the colour scheme and design and then we'll just paint ourselves silly with cranial neck/leg/paintbrush injury. I bought this wooden dollhouse when I was 11 and assembled most of it when I was 11 or 12, and then finished it when I was 14 or 15 or 16. It had lots of dust balls everywhere. But now it's all cleaned up and it is going to be a haven. A crazy, peaceful sanctuary. The entrance (red speckles/polkadots area) is going to be psychedelic, the red area above it is the warm cosy section, the left roof is the clouds, hot air balloon, sky, heaven, rainbow, angel place and the right roof will be a 60s collage. The wall below the left roof is the mediterranean-green-blue area. Using lots of acrylic paint and split-ended paintbrushes and trying to reach corners and make it perfectly imperfect because it's impossible to be perfect! It's our little baby project.
I can't believe it's the end of the year already. Sore throat and bloody-thing both held out till the exams are over and now that they are I am suffering the effects of both. It's a curse-blessing. Or blessing-curse. Parents and the flea coming back from japan tonight hope they make it back safe and got me a nice fan or high quality bubblegum. I am going to spend the rest of the year lounging around, or rather, relaxing with a passion, especially after I get well I am going to the pool everyday.
***Is anyone interested in Italian language classes? I'm trying to find a group of 4, at anyone's house, taught by a qualified native speaker, 3 months beginner's lessons for $360 for 2 hours a week, and we can even go faster and more intensively if we're all fast. If you want to speak and write this rich and sensuous language. Ciao, Bella!
Last night I think i had what was the best dream in my life. The feeling was just...ticklingly electric yet detachedly hallucinatory I-don't-know. In the first bits we were all in some strange forest where all the adults and parents watched while their kids tried cigarettes passed out by a boy who seemed to be rowell. They were golden with lots of gray powder in them. Obviously I have never closely examined a cigarette because this CIGARETTE is actually a sweet my cousin was eating last night. Anyhow, I was smoking, it was intoxicating, and i tried looking cool smoking looking in a murky smoky mirror the way I always practise smoking with a pen or long sweet. Somehow everything kind of jumbled up, becoming, my house but cluttered with lots of paintings everywhere, against every bit of furniture, and I was going away for this adventure with iz and going to have the time of my life with only what I was wearing and a big orange-red sequined glittery bag. While other-cousin was bathing, we left the house and emerged into what felt like london, 1930s (not that I know what that is at all), with train smoke not far, people in black formal clothes, park benches, everything that had the feeling of industrialization. We were going on our adventure, and I had stuffed my bag with everything I ever wanted to keep in my life, like diaries and john bean, and lots of other things. After walking a bit, I realised I forgot to wear my black shoes and wear my watch so we ran back and I wore those, and other-cousin finished bathing, so he was going with us. We sat down at our dining table (no adults were around, and I had not the slightest worry about what my family or anyone would think about me going off on this adventure, which was the best part because I was free to be) and I was had 3 beatles socks (one was dark blue, had their heads and 'A Hard Day's Night') and had to choose 2 to wear and I was asking them which while they put on their own socks. The air was sort of heavy and strange. And then I woke up. In real life, other-cousin and iz were sleeping over and other-cousin went to the toilet to pee loudly. AHHHH!!!!!!!!!
moled at 12/03/2005 09:07:00 PM