just my type

If your name is Erlend Øye and you are the love of my life a musical genius/the vocalist of Kings of Convenience and The Whitest Boy Alive and wear matching glasses, you fit the description.

Personally, this is a very special song to me, because of E., I guess. 

I'm learning to live again--without you.

Outtakes:

Portfolio of a Creative Mind

Portfolio of a Creative Mind from Matteo di Pascale on Vimeo.

week 2

Monday, Jan. 9

• snow shoot with Ariana

Tuesday, Jan. 10

• eh.

Wednesday, Jan. 11

• Exclaimed very loudly in AP Spanish, "SOY LA BOMBA" in front of the class. 
• Cried from laughing for the first time ever (you’d think that i would’ve experienced that before…) in AP Spanish.
• completed Calc homework and actually felt that I understood what was going on in class for once in my life/the first time in a few months seriously
• slept through 90% of Government but raised my hand like a boss (while being half-asleep) when Miles said, “Raise your hand if you’re listening to me.”
• played Taboo for the first time in my life. while eating fried chicken.
• got shit done. knocked off 5 out of 7 things on my to do list just for today (e.g. applied for FAFSA PIN)

Thursday, Jan. 12

• watched Pan's Labyrinth for the first time in my life. I didn't get to finish it, though...
• had the most ridiculous portraits taken of me using someone’s Mac’s Photo Booth during Human Anatomy
• Got accepted to VCUarts

Friday, Jan. 13

• Attended swim & dive meet at Oak Marr; it's the first time I've been back in years and it's the first time I've mentored someone in photography on a one-on-one basis.
• Wrote three scholarship essays within 1.5 hours and submitted them.

Saturday, Jan. 14

• FAFSA

Sunday, Jan. 15

• Anjali - we painted and planted the tree, we grabbed Starbucks in the morning, we talked, it was wonderful
• my throat hurts

P.S. the two Polaroids/Instaxes were taken during newspaper on Jan. 11.

I've decided that I'm not completely over Blogger yet and people actually still use Blogger, so I'm going to start recapping my life in brief for each week on here just to utilize this blog more often. Basically I'm just extracting snippets from my diary entries on Tumblr.

just my type

Starting a "just my type" tag for future posts. Interpret the label as you wish.

"You're in a dream."

12:52 a.m.

I was in bed for about twenty minutes and I dreamt of you and the school. The school’s walls were painted my favorite shade of blue and plastered with giant cutouts from vintage fashion magazines. As we approached the main stairway, I explained to you the significance of the color blue to me while gesturing at the cutouts on the walls. You walked farther from me, and suddenly we were sitting in this cafe that exists in the school in my dream, you were sitting a table away from me, I got up and I felt that you were literally in arm’s reach, I think that was the closest I ever got to being lucid in a dream because I kept repeating to myself, You’re in a dream, you’re in a dream, but I shoved the seat and table away from me that were separating you from me and I took one big step and I was going to grab you and hug you and all the while you’re in a dream kept resounding throughout my dream, I don’t know where the actual sound came from, but the moment my hands reached you, I felt some invisible force very abruptly and literally yank me away and I woke up immediately.

Now I am cold and out of bed and tired again (and that pile of Calculus won't solve itself, damn slope fields).

Reality became my dream, my dream became reality, what difference does it make when in the end it seems that it doesn’t matter where we are, dreams or reality, we are never together?

 My dreams tell truths.

just my type

future soulmate, take note.