Grey · Havens

Not a particular fan of "kawaii" anime girls, but the works of this artist are to my liking. Properly cute and eerie. http://www.camilladerrico.com/
A group of friends captained by yours truly decided to have a picnic yesterday. The tricky thing is that when we had made up our magnificent minds about it it was sunny and lovely outside, but when we set out to put our plan into action, it started raining. It rained with intervals all day yesterday. That didn't stop us from connecting with the nature, naturally. Who cares if we got a bit wet? XPP
My plans for the summer remain obscure. I have planned my holidays over and over again, but some treacherous bits and pieces simply refuse to form the bigger picture. Paris, however, remains the constant element. Well, not strictly Paris, since if I do get there, Renee and I will be traveling quite a lot. Renee has the same long sharp object up his you-know-what as I do that stops him from lazing about in the same place for more than a few days. What bothers me is that I don't quite know when I'm free to go yet.
England is the last place I want to visit at the moment. Family business, you know. Ducky wanted to get together, though, but I'm thinking of asking him to come over to France. I'm sure Renee will be thrilled. He seems to have a certain affinity for rich slackers like Ducky. I'd even go as far as stating he studies them. Call it a social experiment. Also, I recall him stating once that "there can never be enough pretty boys around". If anything, Ducky is smoking hot. XPP
It may also be quite useful to sort out our own turbulent relationship. I'm still lost as to who is making an enemy out of who in our case.

I had a dream that I woke up in the city full of madmen. There were soap bubbles everywhere, and a tall shabby bloke I had met in Paris spoke to me about poetry. He said that real poetry is the one that is not written yet, that exists only as a fleeting thought somewhere in the emptiness of your skull. We were drinking coffee in a small coffee-shop from green curved glasses made of ceramics, and the world was warped and shiny and the sky was pink and blue.

In short, I want to travel the realm of my dreams more. The real world is here, and the dreams are way too fickle.