Hope you like it :)
Hope you like it :)
*Chelsea's party was fantastic. I ate WAYYY too many cupcakes and dipped my feet in the pool. I'll post pictures when I'm feeling a little less lazy.
Prompt for today: What was the first music album you ever bought or owned? Do you still listen to it or have you moved on?
The first music album I can ever remeber buying was Blink 182's self titled CD when I was in eight grade. I LOVED that thing. I felt like I knew it really intimately, and I always listened to all the songs in order. I still listen to it pretty often, and it always reminds me of how I felt those first few months I had it. My friend and I actually bought tickets to their concert, but we ended up not being able to go because of a school play. And my mom said, "It's okay, they'll have more concerts!" And they broke up a month later. Still kicking myself so very hard for that one.
On that note, I have some music recomendations!
If you like to dance: Metro Station's entire album. It's fantastically catchy.
If you like the British Invasion: Adele. Her lyrics are amazing, and her jazzy style is one of the best I've ever heard.
If you like to sing along: The Ting Tings. Again, it's just sooo catchy.
If you like the Indie: Nantes by Beirut
If you like underage boys singing religious songs: Higher Love Cover by the Jonas Brothers
That's all for today :)
Tomorrow I'm having my early birthday party with Chelsea and Mallory and then the next day I'm spending with my niece. Life is good.
So work actually went really well today, thanks to good old Mr. Dunkin' Donuts.
Mallory picked me up from work and we went to get the last few things I needed for the finishing touches on Chelsea's good-bye present. And Chelsea, if you're reading this, I know you hate surprises, but I really hope you like it.
I'm also making chocolate rose cupcakes! So I'll post pictures of both the present and the cupcakes on Saturday.
Also, I'm really excited about all the new LJ friends I added today. Which basically classifies me as a loser. But it'll be nice to have people to fangirl ceaselessly with. I'm thinking about starting a new fic soon, so we'll see!
Unfortunately, I've been awake for the past thirty six hours and my eyelids are getting more than a little heavy, so that's all for now!
(I love how I talk like people are actually reading this :).
I slept pretty late yesterday morning, enjoying the whole day off phenomena. So of course, last night, I could not fall asleep to save my life. Besides, it was hot as balls in my house and I kept drifting in and out of one of those weird waking dreams about being a roaster chicken. Seriously, Mom, stop being so environmental. Let me turn on the air conditioning at least once this summer.
So needless to say, I got no sleep last night and I have to be ready for work in about an hour. Which means a huge Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee is pretty much a necessity at this point. The last time I drank one, I had to leave my desk, walk into the stairwell and dance like a crazy person to Metro Station's new single.
So today should be interesting :)
don't discard these seconds
these musty-silent moments
don't tuck the here and nows into a bulletproof case
and maybe it's hip to think of a better tomorrow
todays can will rot away while you're distracted
Be gentle, please :)
But every day, even in those first primal moments of wakefulness, I realize that no proverbial light switch has been flipped. I am, strangely enough, the exact same person I was the day before. Sometimes I shrug and climb out of bed, grudgingly accepting the fact that I will have to face at least one more day as my terminally boring self. But hey, there’s always tomorrow right? But occasionally, I just feel the weight of it all hit me without warning. My lungs just collapse for a moment and my throat aches. I mean, what if my proverbial light switch isn’t wired properly? Maybe I pissed off some powerful Buddha-like being in a former life, and they rewarded me by hiring a faulty electrician to sort out my karmic balance. Scary thought.
Compared to the trials and tribulations that some people face, I realize my inner struggle pretty much pales in comparison. But on those bad mornings, it feels like everything. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that a few years from now, when I’m a twenty-something, I’ll look back and realize that I’ve treated most of my youth like the wait in a really boring and smelly waiting room. Like purgatory, only with golf magazines and weird geometric carpets. But that part of my mind is always drowned out by the other, much larger part, screaming something like, “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll eat a brownie and blame everything that happens on God or my dog.”
Today I finally got my MacBook. So excited.
It came with a free Ipod touch.
I named it Ferdinand.