It's new journal time.

There's nothing too big going on with me, as I haven't got school again until September eighth. I have, however, come to the realization that I love annoying music. Like, really fucking annoying music; right now I'm listening to Sean Kingston, but earlier I had on Hinoi Team and random Eurodance. (I also came to the conclusion that if someone has an accent or sings in a foreign language, I'm ten times more likely to listen to him/her. Ex: Shakira, Don Omar, Enrique Iglesias, Yuna Ito, Sean Paul, Rihanna and her cute little Barbados accent...)
My friend was telling me earlier how Andy Warhol used to have "happenings". He would write down instructions to come to a certain place at a certain time, and post them all over public bathrooms and the like. Apparently it was just to have a chill time and see what sorts of people would show up. I think doing that would be hella sick! I just might try it, although I'm a little afraid of total weirdos showing up - or no one at all.
I feel so inspired lately, but I have no one to photograph. I have a million ideas buzzing around in my brain, and I'd rather like to let them out. I want to scour flea markets and garage sales for peacock feathers or pretty jewelry. I want to plaster my walls with Annie Leibovitz's images of Natalia Vodianova. Quiero hablar español contigo. I want to dye white clothes with rooibos tea.
I have an idea for a book that I will share with you later, because Papi says it's time for bed.
EDIT: Schedule = Lopez, MacNair, Zynda/Hamilton, Nutting, Stratman, Feldkamp.
Also, my brother is tweeting about me.

WTF.