yeah

i'm tumblr-ing now: http://voa.tumblr.com/

I want to move out. RIGHT NOW!

vlog 2

vlog 2 from Vivian A. on Vimeo.


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i had nothing that interesting to say.
promise one day i will.

I feel like posting.

So here I am, on my laptop in my cozy bedroom listening to the Breakfast at Tiffany's soundtrack on vinyl.
Life is good.
Prior to this I was sitting outside getting a bit of sun. The sky is beautiful today, people --- pretty much cloudless and soooo blue. I had a mix of Bright Eyes, Bob Dylan, Vetiver, and Devendra Banhart playing as I was killing my lungs. Nothing better. Except a beer mojito would of just been a great addition. I am so relaxed.

I have a crapload of work that I should be doing, but I'm feeling carefree. No stress here. I know I'll get to it eventually... maybe when this lovely vibe is over. Who knows?!

I'm waiting for the mailman (mailwoman?) to get here. My package from UO arrives today. I bought some sandals, a skirt, a shirt, and a tunic (which will probably fit me like a dress due to my height). Pictures to come later... maybe... don't you love the suspence?

Summer, I can feel you approaching. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Alright, well off I go.
I'll leave you with one of my favorite songs on the soundtrack, it's the one that plays when the Holly and Paul go to the bar and there's a dancer on stage. I love seeing Holly drunk.

I think I want a diary again.

lmao
lmao
!

(side note: who wants to be a mom at 26?! not i!)

I should be sleeping...

gotta wake up at 6:15am! But I'm just not tired.
Anyway,
I'm super bummed that I'm gonna be missing the Lady Gaga show tomorrow, LAME. (Maybe that's why I can't sleep!)

Ah, funny observation today: my brother called my dad today, and they couldn't talk for very long because my dad was at work. So they made plans to talk later on in the day.
I called my brother for my dad at 8pm (9pm Brazil time), and turns out my brother had gone out with a friend.
Once again I called, this time at 10pm US time (11pm Brazil). Still wasn't at home.
My dad was so upset! lol! He was like, "I don't like this at all! It's Tuesday, and he's out at this time? He has work tomorrow!"
My thought process was something like: uh, he can handle himself... he's 26! I mean really!

This situation just made it clear to me that I will constantly be in a battle concerning the time I come home. ALWAYS! Can't wait to move out. Can't wait! Let's cross our fingers and hope that that day comes soon... like within months!

Alrighty, I'm off. Time to try to sleep.
NIGHT!