WRITING

I am getting too used to writing papers in a day.

Haha, I'm sending this to my comics prof:

Thanks Amelie Bonnin!

I don't even know

but this song is in my head today.

Playing w panorama

Fresh clean room! Tidy room, pure soul.

Nope ceeps

Fuck the Ceeps. I hate third wheeling my desp friends. Gayballssss

Jack's selfie.

Part of having a blog means posting self-indulgent selfies right?

ANywhooo, last minute blitz to the bar.

Shaka shake

My new favourite track to dance to:

Dancing is my favourite movement.

And in the end of course

Wherever you are, I'll never forget those warm brown eyes. There's a whole lot ahead, and while we need this, I would be a fool to say we'll never see each other again.

Think of me fondly. I see bright skies ahead.

"So let me say before we part
So much of me 
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend..."

-Wicked

Musicals right.

Note to self: raid Joyful Noise Recordings

Wooooow this track. Thank you Tegan and Sara.

On repeat http://t.co/ET2deryq2o
— Tegan and Sara (@teganandsara) January 24, 2014

Thanks

I wrote a big deep post, which was therapeutic but not the voice of this blog.

For now, I'll just say thank you for all the words and care. You were responsible for showing me to accept myself, and that's amazing. Somehow you convinced me I got it going on. And to all you ladies out there, it's okay to know it!

I think you're fine. And my friend in the south remembers how good you were. I've never craved an individual before. You are a sexy man, and you deserve to be dumb, wild, and free. Guh, I might throw up. 

Them shoulders tho.

Back to the natives.

The ultimate drug

... life!

Bring it.

Remember me? Let's hang. Time to get on down with your bad self. Read your face off, but discover new passion in life and relish old.

Singing, dancing, drawing, swimming.

Anything else that comes this way.

Blargh!

Mannnn sometimes I don't want icky thoughts turning my tummy over. Time to drink! Jk, reading, but I'll see you soon cider.

I got a plastic bottle of growers. It looks so hack compared to the glass. I don't get it!

Hey that's me.

A Tribe Called Red is coming to London @_@

OMG I CANT WAIT. 

This group is actually amazing, I had never heard tribal electric music before, and they were a fabulous introduction... er well I've still only listened to them. Anyways, I'm seeing them in concert for TEN DORRAH. Suck it, world. This is fantastic.

 And since I'm in a native studies class that analyzes the media, they might be coming to my class to talk about their experiences. So now I guess I have a reason to stay. Happy happy.

How does it feel like exam season again?

Guh last real semester. Am I done? Reading writing reading writing.

This Native Representation in the media is giving me less joy than I thought.

What is organization?

So uh... look an ironic video!



As far as Madonna goes... Evita is my fave.

It's been too long since I last danced under the light of the strobe.

boomchik

are you alive?

And then there's MIKA

For some reason I thought he and Russell Brand were the same person for the longest time. I hadn't any research on this, I just thought they sounded the same because of this song.

Nightmare

I have a bad feeling it came true.

Soothing music.

Love & Other Messes

I met Ann Vriend as a troubled teen obsessed with things that didn't matter. Now she's successful, beautiful, and she just came out with a new album. I love all of her stuff.

For some reason, I actually walked up to her table and told her I like whatever it was that was on at the time. Why did I ask her what the best album is? Is that even an acceptable question to direct at musicians? She pointed out her newest one and gave me a sticker that is slapped across my mirror.



Perhaps my next career move shall be a groupie?

I like that album cover. Great ass and arms.

TIL knives

If you don't have a whet stone, you can sharpen your knives on the bottom edge of a porcelain bowl.

My roommate told me she walked in on a chef at Lone Star doing this. So you know it has to be the truth.

DAMN I LOVE MUSICALS.

Let's hear it for Hunter Foster, a real broadway gem. Everything he does is great.

Cleaning up

This blog is rampant with young sar's silly young naiveté and emotions. Maybe I should indulge in positivity before belying all the work and progress I've made. That sounds good to me.

Maybe something viral? Books of Adam got hired by buzzfeed through his blog.

I'm so tired, I just want to wake up.

Mmm Bear Mountain.