on the road again. can't wait to be on the road again.

it's hot. very hot. after 3 days of rain it suddenly dropped like a bomb: the sun shines so that no one wants to leave the house. horrible. it feels like summer. 

news!

- i'm gonna be in my school's fashion show, which is this friday. 

- there are just 68 days left until i'm back

-i'm 17

- easter here is really strange. we went to a parade where a bunch of people dress up their dogs. 

-that's it!

once upon a time..

..i started blogging but totally forgot about it, until now!

 spring break is over tomorrow. i really don't feel like going back. we went to Chicago to visit some friends and just for the sake of it. i really fell in love with the city, partially because I'm really sick of Richmond right now... 

we arrived on Wednesday and got some deep dish pizza and went shopping (i never thought i could get claustrophobic in a forever 21 store but it was possible and definitely one of the most awful experiences that day. in the evening we went to a show. it was a really cool musical about elvis presley, johnny cash, carl perkins, and jerry lee lewis. they apparently met once at sun records. they recorded one song together. this quartet was called the "million dollar quartet". 

the next day we went to the art institute of Chicago. this might be one of my favorite places in Chicago. amazing art work and such. then we met up with paulchen (jej). he had to take the job of a tourist guide cause we were pretty much lost. later we split up and ally, paul, and i were on our own. we went to the second highest building in Chicago, the Hancock tower (amazing view all over the city), the house of blues, and to a popcorn place, where Paul bought some really awkward popcorn (cheese + caramel). right before we had to leave we joined a demonstration for gay rights. 

after spending a day at my grand parten's house in indiana and a day in the car i'm back again. 

its getting harder

i really enjoy being here 

i knew i would lose people that i love but that it would really happens is surprising and painful.

god damn it

happy new year

plans for the next year:

paris!

coming home!

spending money!

amsterdam!

ostsee!

work!

drivers license!

music!

art!

writing!

internship at a magazine (please)!

that would be it, so far