Back It Up, Caro Emerald
A portrait of the perfect Summer day. Mom and I did this a while ago, but it took me this long to decide on the photo treatment. Oh well. Lemme enjoy my whims while I can.
Anyway. Two - or three, or Kami-knows-how-many - exams to go and I'll be free. Free to read Northanger Abbey and The Picture Of Dorian Gray and Angela Carter's full bibliography and a truckload of short stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft. Then I'll catch butterflies. I'll build a drying board and devise the less painful killing method in existence. Then I'll take my sister out. We'll have milkshakes and slushies and burgers made out of real meat and take-away sushi and sugar and spice and everything nice... and we'll buy a ton of manga. And quartz necklaces. And clothes. White dresses and long colorful pleated skirts and vintage little blouses. And we'll chat in the terrace until it's far past bedtime and stay away from the internet and the telly.
Is it Summer yet?