- 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.
This month I felt productive: in work and in fun and in growth. July started with a trip to New York City, to visit my sister during the Fourth. I had the fortune to see the holiday in both of my cities: fireworks over the Delaware river, fireworks nearly blocked by skyscrapers. New York is an amazing city — but I love Philadelphia more, and it loves me back. Continue reading
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.
You knew I would jump on this. Buckle the fuck up for some scathing #exposure.
The other day I peacefully tap my Facebook Messenger app, to check the banter in my group chats, to see if anyone sent me a funny meme or something — and I find this shit on the top banner:
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.
“New Years” never really meant that much to me. “My life is determined by school years, not by successions of January Firsts,” I used to say, and New Years Eve always fell awkwardly in the middle of a school year.
With college sliced into two distinct semesters, this may be the first time New Years actually indicates a transition for me. Not only a transition to new classes, but a transition from a naive and exploratory first semester of college to a more focused and directional second.
At the same time, I’ve never experienced a year so sharply dichotomized. I mean, the first half was the triumphant, pressure-free closure of my high school career. In the second half, the doors of my little town burst open to Penn, to Philadelphia, to the world. Continue reading
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
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