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Today Jeremy Keyes brought in pizza for the table because he lost a bet. I feel content. I shut off my phone today and spent the afternoon talking about boys with Mrs. Piccerella. We stayed up in her barn eating sushi with Rebecca and picking out literature for me to read. The house is filled with cats and sunlight and happy people. When I grow up I want my house to be conitunally filled with light, people, cats, painting, books, and goregous clothes. I want to eventually make a studio and sit around all day long and throw on the wheel and listen to music and go outside. I want to go to Museums all the time and have Snapple Lemon Tea on tap and travel everyone all the fucking time. Today I saw Mrs. Barker and she told me about her trip to Chile and Peru and Panama and told her about Russia, White Nights, Fabrege Eggs, and the Hermitage. I want to see everything, I want to feel everything. My life is not organized in the slightest and I love it. My life is emotional and raw and not perfect and I wouldnt have it any other fucking way. Im so glad my mom is my best friend. I'm so glad Alana will come home soon from Canada. Im so glad I didnt give up.