  My dad had to return some dress shirts some place downtown, whereto for I was hit on by some disgusting gansta-wanksta wearing a silver chain and FUBU attire. This kid had so little tact that he shamelessly asked for my number in front of my father. I couldn’t really read my Dad’s reaction to this, but I’m sure it was of extreme discomfort. I wish I had something really witty to say the next time this happens. I only managed a feeble, “ Um, no.” My dad took me to B&N, which was pleasant. I like the quietness there.
And the people. One weekend I just want to go there alone and sit in a corner with a book, but secretly people-watch. I especially love the artsy 20-somethings leafing through art books and the pre-middle schoolers starring down the “Juvenile Literature” section. My goal is to read all of the books that Charlie did in The Perks… So far so well. I bought On the Road today. Unfortunately, I have not read much of it yet.
I’ve been toying with a dreamlike idea for a few months. I want to start a “zine”. Adrienne could do some of her beautiful sketches and Annica could write some of her award-winning (really! ) poems. I think I’d like to be editor, maybe write some reviews of music or some article in a blog-esque fashion. I’d probably talk about Veganism/ Vegetarianism, my qualms on animal testing, etc.
I want to name said zine after song or poem lyrics, and I’m partial to “ Under the Glass ”. One of the most appealing things about making a zine, for me, is texture. I am obsessed with texture… books, photos, ticket stubs, etc. (I am also one of those nasty people who flings all sorts of memorabilia on a oversized bulletin board in my bedroom) But I also like the idea of tangible evidence of my opinions floating around out there. I was feeling fat and lazy around four, and I took Rosie for a walk. I took my CD player and listened to Give Up repeatedly.
I forgot about the Duncan Gardens over near Manito. They are really gorgeous during the summer, but I don’t think I’ve ever walked through them during the winter. The shrubbery (not to sound too Monty Python… har har) are very tall and the fountain is frozen over… everything was symmetrical and barren. I really loved the way it glowed there. I wanted to freeze that moment and stay there the rest of the day. Duncan Gardens in spring Affectionately… Anna 
