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i like to think that i am a pretty cool person. i know that this is not true, but it makes me feel better about myself. i also like to believe that i am into some pretty cool things. i can say with a sliver of confidence that this may in fact be true.
there are some things i've learned about myself in my eighteen years. i have a very addictive personality. i find something i like. i dive head first into it without abandon. i fall in love. i don't think of consequences i justlovethisthing with myentirebeing. that's just how it goes. so, inspired by mary lynn's post, here are some things that have consumed my time as of late.
what's your excuse for sitting with an open textbook nearby?
guys. i am full of emotions right now. i can already warn you that this post is going to be a jumbled-up whirlwind of tears and skinned knees and cracking voices.
last night, sara and i, along with her boyfriend and our friend alyssa, went to new orleans to eat donuts and sing really loud. getting home at 3 am, only to take a nap and wake up for school today, could not be more worth it.
the griswolds were the opening act and put on a huge show. i had heard of them before but never really listened to their music, but i wish i had before last night. they were so interactive and full of energy and so!! freaking!! nice!! i had the chance to talk to the drummer after (happy late birthday, lucky!), and they will be back in nola in october, so meet me there because you will regret missing it. listen to their newest album, be impressive, here.
i don't know if i really have the emotional capacity to really discuss what happened in that venue last night, but i will try my best. walk the moon is one of (if not THE) best live band i've ever heard. nicholas's vocal range is insane and he is definitely pitch perfect. they are so fun and more than anything: their shows aren't just live music, they're an experience. their energy is genuine and they make it impossible to not jump and scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. i dare you to try.
the only way i can summarize my current feelings is post-concert depression. and since i'm having trouble articulating anything at all right now, i will share urban dictionary's take on the term.
post concert depression: also known as PCD, it is the depression after you favorite band or singer's concert. you feel like you miss them a lot even though they don't know you, and you don't know what to do with your life because your life is so boring outside of a concert. sometimes, the symptoms are so bad that you cry a lot, can't eat anything, and don't talk to anyone. post concert depression can last up to a week, depending on the severity of the concert. however, even after a long time, listening to the artist's music may cause a relapse.
if you need me, i'll be in my bed listening to talking is hard on repeat.
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what's up nerds? finals stressing you out? life stressing you out? you want a proper way to spend time procrastinating?
i present you my distraction happy montage!!
okay, now go write those papers.
"do not let adults steal this generation from you. relish in selfies. snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch vines. shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or hammer pants or whatever else. do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now."
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i am a proud millennial. i love that autocorrect just fixed my botched spelling of "millennial". i love that i can facetime my friends at college. i love instagramming the last concert i went to. i love watching livestreams of shows at nyfw. i love my generation. sure, there are some pretty messed up things going on in the world, and not everyone my age is a "good person", but isn't that true of every generation passed? i think it's so funny when our parents or other adults "get onto us" for pop culture. i can't even get mad at it anymore. sure, it's aggravating, but so ironic. rock'n'roll, elvis, drugs, free love... are they really that different from what we deal with today?
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over iPhone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hopping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the year’s first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious asshole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart-eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the world’s weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snapchat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85-year-olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7-year-olds teaching themselves guitar over YouTube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my father’s voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our family’s phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment when you can Google
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
-b.e.fitzgerald, art is a facebook status about your winter break
so, i threw all of that out to say this: kids, don't feel bad for what you love. enjoy technology and embrace social media. we're the coolest thing the world's ever seen. adults, don't make us feel bad for what we love. we're just kids.
@ me next time, punk.
happy (late) earth day! we really take our planet for granted, don't we? it's so beautiful and full of good if you look in the right places. every morning, the sun rises, and hardly any of us watch it. every evening, the stars wake up, twinkle and blink the sleep from their eyes, and start to sing. who hears them? right now, someone is being born. someone is getting kissed for the first time. someone got down on one knee. someone just said "yes". "i do". "i love you". first steps. first words. how unbelievable is that? how blessed are we?
yesterday, i did an hour of yoga right before sunset. i dedicated my practice to our lovely home. nothing for me is so calming and refreshing as yoga. it was the perfect way to celebrate and really appreciate all we have. how did you give thanks?
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well sports fans, march is drawing to a close. and with the end of march comes the end of march madness. now, if you know me even a little bit in "real life", you know i'm a total pop culture geek. it's what keeps me going. so upon seeing this gem from matt bellassai, i knew i had found my soulmate. a parody on current events+sports that incorporates cute celebrity boys? this is honestly heaven for me. i hope this kid wins some type of award for this true piece of art. although i find some of his picks disappointing, this was a lot harder than it looks. tough decisions were made. star players were cut. the anticipation of a champion led to some nail-biting. but below, i have made my choice. print out a copy to try for yourself, and don't forget to tag me with your results!
let's be honest here, i didn't really have to do the entire bracket to pick a winner.
ball is life.
documenting the fun years.