Saturday: pizza and build your own sundae party
Sunday: wine and games
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I love living near the woods.
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» The Anti-Lana Del Ray
Sami the Great is an awesome, amazing singer who my friend Ashleigh manages and metromix just called her the anti-Lana Del Ray.
Which I’m pretty sure is good news for most everybody. So check out her self-titled album, out today and available probably everywhere!
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James Taylor is staring at me on my bed. I think he might be judging me.
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I made a garter for the 20’s party. This picture is making me think maybe it should be a headband instead.
I am putting more time and effort into looking amazing for one themed party than I am into finding a new job. With the number of crafts I’ve completed when I should be writing papers, I could probably teach classes on how to turn your procrastination into something productive.
By the time I finish school, in eighteen years, I will be sleeping under a pile of head pieces and spooning a painting of Ryan Gosling.
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On gloomy days like today, I like to reminisce about my days in the Old West of Hampton Beach. I find comfort in the memories of the old, probably Albanian, man who tried to tell me that they were closed and the girl who wouldn’t let me pick my own dress. They keep me warm when it’s raining out and January and the heat is broken at work.
One day, I hope to progress to the Victorian era. Or maybe even space. Anything is possible on the boardwalk.
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One episode of Downton Abbey left.
Decide to take a break and watch Lost in Austen AGAIN. Walk away from my computer and hear Lord Grantham’s voice. Am confused. Realize same actor plays Mr. Bennett.
Realize that I am very cool.
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The bag I should’ve purchased today.
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One day I’ll make friends with rich people who own iPads so I can do this and have the most amazing halloween costume of all time.
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This is a picture of me surrounded by old blog posts from when I was funny.
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You know how emotions are the weirdest things in the world?
And it’s possible to feel multiple conflicting emotions at once?
I cannot support that. I cannot support that there are certain people whom I cannot bring myself to cut the final string of friendship (facebook) even though I get sharp pangs at any gf related update. I cannot support the feelings of elation at the idea of getting to dress up in 20’s costume co-existing with the pangs of forlornity that I get just from one photo that I cannot stop myself from looking at.
How come, after millennia of soul searching, no one has yet come up the exact word I’m looking for to describe how I’m feeling right at this moment?
Except that the Germans probably have and I’ll never know it until it’s too late because I don’t know German.
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12 YEAR OLD HOT BOY UPDATE
Remember Carson from the summer who worked across the street from me?? I’m sure you don’t. It turns out that he is Karson with a K. Weird.
But ANYWAY. I’ve begun a hanging out friendship with a girl who worked with him and he is actually 20 but I’m a pedophile regardless. She took advantage of me by giving me drugs to smoke and then after I couldn’t stop saying how hot he is. Since he is 20 years old it made sense to have her text and tell him how hot I think he is.
Hitting on a young boy is like buying a time machine.
HIS RESPONSE: “Oh, the nice girl?” Which just proves how awesome I continue to be at flirting.
See you on Spring Break!
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I got invited to a 20’s party. I’m obviously going to take this opportunity to use all my drag queen makeup skills.
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My dream dress for every occasion.
