  I was pretty busy enjoying spring all weekend. I would write a proper blog, but I’m a wee bit tired and want to re-read The Bell Jar again. So here are some highlights. - Robin, Anna D., and I got very, very, very stoned and wandered around the park all afternoon. We smoked three or four bowls between us, which is a lot for us. At one point we started swimming in a big fountain but it was so cold that I went numb.
We fell asleep in the lilac garden under a particularly sweet-smelling tree. I felt infinite. - I saw in my backyard all of Friday night, trying to figure out people and things and the way I treat these people and these things. I felt complicated in a bad way. I had a glass of red wine and watched the sun come up. I really don't like wine all that much, but it made me feel calm and sedated.
It felt bitter sweet and weird. My bare arms and legs welcomed summer’s first mosquitoes. -Anna D., an unnatural blonde, decided to dye her hair auburn to look more “European”. Her hair is really long, straight, and thick so it took us forever to spread the dye evenly. But it turned out really gorgeous and it looks very natural. I have a new itch to dye my own hair.
I want it a darker auburn. It would take a lot of work, however. I would have to bleach my (black) hair first, then apply the red. It seems like it may be more work than it’s worth. -Anna D. and I spent a person record of two hours and twelve minuets talking at Starbucks. It’s been unseasonably warm, so we lounged on the tables outside.
We drank black coffee and chain smoked like the angsty teenagers we are. I spent half the time trying to convince Anna to stop taking pride in her appearance, but to no avail. Some people are just naturally put-together. The other half of the time was spent talking about the mainstreaming of indie music. I got chocked up about the Modest Mouse car commercial thing, and these college boys were giving me weird looks. -I finally saw Pieces of April , and exceeded my rather high expectations.
Katie Holmes plays kind of a mess-up kid who lives a shitty apartment in New York, and her mother is dying of breast cancer. One of the best scenes was when she smoked medical marijuana with her son in a rest stop bathroom. I really don’t want my blog to be just laundry lists of life’s moments. I hope to be bloging faithfully soon. Just… not tonight. Affectionately… Anna 
