January 2012
1 post
I miss the good old days, when music wasn’t tinted by experiences and was just that: music. Almost every song I listen to has some sort of memory or person attached to it. In some cases, it makes me grin and fondly recall the times, but in a lot of cases it either makes me embarrassed or upset.
My life is a series of songs that are hard to listen to.
December 2011
2 posts
Confessions of an annoyed waitress.
The following is not my fault:
1. When you forgot your ID at home and you look under 30. No, I will not serve you, even if your parent is with you.
2. The price of food. I don’t set it.
3. How long it takes said food to come out. I don’t cook.
4. That happy hour is only at the bar, and no, you can’t order a drink at the bar then sit down.
5. Looking young. I know I look...
November 2011
3 posts
Thanks-
For an amazing family. For the best friends anyone could have. For college. For a delicious dinner and a roof over my head. For Andre champagne. For opportunity, for happiness, and for all the love in my life.
There’s always something so tragic about a hopeless romantic.
October 2011
5 posts
4 tags
This is a bragging post
I’ve been in school a bit over a month now. I have consistently gotten straight a’s on every assignment/quiz/test since I started, in every single one of my classes. I just got a math test back where I got a 104 out of 100, the highest score in the class.
I have no desire to drop out whatsoever.
Fuck am I happy.
3 tags
This one time, I saw Valencia play at a music festival somewhere in Connecticut. I was eighteen and home on winter break. There was snow everywhere. I had already been seeing Valencia quite regularly for 2+ years at this point. My friends and I got bored and decided to head to one of our cars to smoke before we headed back into the festival, which was filled with younger kids obsessed with All...
September 2011
4 posts
I wish my life would work out like life works out in the movies, unfortunately my life is not a movie… so I should probably just move on
Not falsified to say that I found God, so inevitably well, it still exists. So pale and fine I can’t dismiss it-I won’t resist. And if I die, well at least I tried.
August 2011
8 posts
It’s my birthday. I’m 22 years old now.
I’m in Arizona and I never ever want to go back.
My fucking feet hurt. This fucking sucks. RAH!!!
Fuck you genetics for giving me pain nodules on my big toes.
3 tags
EWR -> PHX August 19th
PHX -> LGA August 23rd
I already know I’m not going to want to come home from this one.
I'm still dancing alone with the way it was.
We were playing a drinking game in my basement. Drunk-but not entirely on alcohol-clutching each others hands in the most platonic way possible. As the game went around in circles the beers went down, until we were giggling and falling sideways.
I got sweaty and disgusting and it didn’t matter back then, fingers pointed with every word. A weekly release. I was unremarkable in the best way...
they are strong hands.: ask me, ask me, ask me... →
1. First thing you wash in the shower?
2. What color is your favorite hoodie? 3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? 4. Do you plan outfits? 5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? 6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red? 7. Do you say aim or a-i-m? 8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? 9. Did you meet anybody new today? 10. What are you craving right now? 11. Do you...
QUESTION
Does anyone I know love Blink 182 as much as me?
I have a ticket to their show this Saturday, August 6th at Jones Beach Theatre on Long Island. Second orchestra, row JJ (10th row back). It’s a little pricey (80 dollars) but I mean, so worth it.
Who wants to come?!
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
8 posts
who do you love,
me or the thought of me?
Three Thirty In The Morning Dance Parties
Rule.
May 2011
7 posts
Totally vague and corny but: I’m so happy.
curled up in bed
on the wrong side of the country.
I miss Arizona more than words can describe.
JFK -> PHX
T Minus 7 hours and 20 minutes.
Lessons Learned at Bamboozle:
Just because the booze is free does not mean you should drink as much as humanly possible.
Bamboozle was way too much fun
Philadelphia next week
Arizona in 10 days
my life is awesome.
April 2011
10 posts
It’s not where I’ve been, it’s where I’m gonna go.
95 to 695 to 295 to cross island to 495 to northern to meadowbrook.
PHOENIX
skipping Bamboozle (minus the parties maybe),
working that weekend,
taking off 5/13-5/16,
flying to Phoenix to spend some time with some great friends.
FUCK I hope this works. Bringing it up with the other managers tomorrow, if I can get it off I will be booking my flight TOMORROW NIGHT.
and somehow I can’t seem to find the quiet inside my mind
I fucking love Lupe Fiasco.
And that is all.
“A kiss with a secret and an inappropriate passion, as dawn is sneaking through and we’re drunk on each other”