- Biked to a cute Java cafe to study. Constantly falling in love with the city
- I went to my first concert of the semester to see ODESZA. Such a concert restores your belief that electronic artists too have tremendous talent.
- Did well in Physics! Not so well in Chemistry.
- I participated in elections for my school newspaper and will be a recruitment editor next year!
- Donated blood.
- Started a studygram (study instagram)
- I saw my favorite stand-up comedian, Mike Birbiglia!!
A modern pop song hailed as “summery” has a catchy melody as addicting as the sunny day, instrumentals like ice cubes clinking into a tall glass, and carefree lyrics about beaching and kissing. But this summer, two pop queens dropped albums that crack open this narrative of blissful summer: none other than effin’ Lana del Rey and Lorde themselves.
Lana del Rey’s new album has been in my life for over two weeks now. And even though the song is old news by now, Lust for Life expands the concept of “summertime sadness” into explosion — into narrative. And, for a moody teen living on her own for the first summer ever, the lyrics from this album reflect my emotions this season — and save me a little.
Summer’s meant for loving and leaving,
but I was such a fool for believing that you
could change all the ways you’ve been living — but you just couldn’t stop.
June, a landmark month in many ways: it was my first time I was responsible for my own rent, food, and employment. Adulting is hard! I spent most of the month merely adjusting to the new independence. I’ve enjoyed myself immensely, but I’ve also already learned a lot within these few weeks.
March! I’m glad you’re finished.
Oh, February, you will go down in history.
Musings on February Continue reading
Some ironic and silly, others heart-crushingly emotional.
❤ Ever since we met // I only shoot up with your perfume // it’s the only thing // that makes me I feel as good as you do. — Panic! at the Disco
❤ I don’t care what’s in your hair, I just wanna know what’s on your mind. I used to say I wanna die before I’m old but because of you I might think twice. — Twenty One Pilots
❤ Somebody told the stars you’re not coming out tonight // so they found a place to hide — Arctic Monkeys Continue reading
Safe to say I’ve had an emotionally distraught start to the semester, for a variety of reasons. But I healed myself, surrounded myself with the right people, and at the end of this dark January, I feel more like the bouyant, happy girl I was last semester — just a little more grown up now.
- Simply getting past the bouncers (easy for me, since I party in groups of girls) gives a small thrill, a sense of accomplishment. Then you walk through the door and the cool evening air is suddenly multicolored, steamy, and music-throbbed. This promise of a fun night is the best welcome.
- Whenever “Mr. Brightside” comes on.
- If there’s a tasty drink, you request it and enjoy how it warms your belly.
- Whenever “Stacy’s Mom” comes on.
- You’re having a GNO, and your girlfriend is hitting a note/striking a pose particularly well. You ayyyyy in her direction and cheer each other on. (You also strategically block any creepy guys trying to break into your tight circle — and gossip and laugh about it afterwards).
- Whenever anything by Ke$ha or Fifth Harmony comes on.
- You’re looking around, surveying the possibilities. You’re not repulsed by the guys, but no one strikes you either. Then there’s that wonderful moment when you randomly meet eyes with a boy, and you know.
- Perks of loud parties : A guy tries to talk to you and you’re like, “What?” Then he repeats, leaning his face really close to your face — you’re both tipsy and sweaty and happy…
- There’s that cusp between flirty friendliness and physical connection that is sacred, holy. It’s often a wordless moment, yet much is unsaid and understood; solemnly, you abandon the empty small talk and gravitate toward each other. Hips align and lips meet.
- French kissing and lip biting. Oh my goodness.
- Whenever any beloved song comes on : people scream within the first few notes and start jumping up and down excitedly. Soon you’re all belting every word and singing as one entity. It’s off-key, primal, basic — it’s beautiful.
The beginnings of my Decembers are always good to me, thanks to my birthday and budding holiday spirit. In recent years, though, I usually experience a mid-December slump. This year it came in a flood of schoolwork, but the low sense of self-worth didn’t hit me until after Finals. Still, the holidays have sufficiently cheered me up, and I’m just hungry and hopeful for a fresh start.
Selections from my Camera Roll
My Birthday Continue reading