I think you're pretty.

I made some postcards this week.

I sat on the floor and made these while Tori sat at our desk and worked on her math. For seven hours. And we had the best time. So much laughter. Me at her doing her math. Her at my crazy sick behavior. And how seriously I take postcards.

When I grow up to be a man.

I've held a lot of old stuff this week.

1. A page from a Gutenberg bible.

2. A handwritten bible. Older than the Gutenberg.

3. Some rocks supposedly around 3.9 billion years old.

Whoa.

We were sparkling.

The park, the park. There is, perhaps, nothing I like more than a park. Any park. Seriously.

I love the swings.

I love the grass.

I love the people I meet at the park.

I love the purple dinosaurs that reside in the best parks.

I love that I recently discovered a carousel at the park down the street from my apartment. A carousel.

Anyway. Tori and I frequent said park and sometimes we like to take pictures. (Also I got my hair cut but you can't actually tell from these pictures.)

I also enjoy the movie Barefoot in the Park. Robert Redford is such a babe.

Sometimes I can't believe it, I'm moving past the feeling.

Arcade Fire has a new album coming out on the third of August. The Suburbs.

I have been waiting years for this. I thought my heart was going to stop.

My life has reached near perfection. All that is left is Bear World.

2010 really is the year of the miracle.