So today I went to something called a "Freshman Year Send-off." It was in Pacific Palisades at this absolute PALACE of a house-- the thing took up three lots, easily. And there was a garden in the back and a waiter walking around with itsy bitsy chicken taco appetizers. Ritzy? Totally.
I met a fist-bumping priest that called us Freshlings and made us name the state capitals that the Missouri River goes through for no apparent reason. And then he started off on a tangent about his days as a football player in St. Louis, prompting my dad to turn around and tell me that this guy was either drunk or senile. My fellow Freshlings thought that was a riot, and to be honest, so did I.
Hanging out with all these kids made me realize how much I love talking to people. It seems silly, but it's true. There are times when I'm sitting here at home at night by myself randomly clicking around on Facebook and Twitter looking for something, and I wasn't really sure what I was looking for really. And-- allow me to get transcendental philosophical etc.-- I found it today. I'm looking for people and social stuff beyond inane updates about parties and other cryptic "Why don't u just explain urself fool" things. (Side note: dude, these updates directed at anonymous antagonists are not going to do anything other than annoy people. Stop. Por favor.) It was incredibly fun to talk to all of these totally new people about myself and next year and roommate drama.
At one point there were five of us sitting at a table eating mini red velvet cupcakes and making fun of the music (stuff like "Too Little Too Late", by two-hit wonder JoJo), so one of they guys asked what we listened to and pointed at me to start. At which point I kind of panicked, because I was like, "I'm going to say swing and Sinatra and they're going to be like, 'Whoa, really? Do you listen to like, normal stuff too? Because that's weird.'"
But they didn't.
Instead they all thought it was the coolest thing ever. And honestly, I thought it was the coolest thing ever that I'm going to be hanging out with a lot of these kids from now on. Twentydaystwentydaystwentydaystwentydaystwentydaystwentydaystwentydaystwentydays...
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Things You Should Know About this Blog (Or, Hi!!!)
2. The title is in pink and Courier font because I like pink and vintage-y things like typewriters. Typewriters are incredibly cool (when they're working, at least.)
3. The background is books because I love love love books. Do not say the words "Kindle," "Nook," or "e-reader" around me, because you might a) get yourself a lecture about why paper books are as cool as typewriters, if not cooler, and b) I'll probably cry. Ok, I won't cry. But I'll be sad.
4. Fridays you (and I!) will be treated to Fictional Crush Fridays, in which I lament the fact that all of the best men are, in fact, fictional. But this isn't Seventeen magazine-- you can expect analyses and like, full character breakdowns. We are doing intelligent crushing here, people. (Again...I think.)
5. But don't worry, this won't all be Key-dollar sign-ha and crushing on fake people. I happen to be MOVING TO BOSTON in exactly 21 DAYS (yes, I counted. Of course I counted!) which is going to be complete and utter craziness and fun and I'M ACTUALLY MOVING TO BOSTON!!!!!! I'm incredibly excited, in case you haven't noticed. Also, as I mentioned before, I adore books. So you can expect a lot of bookish posts. Also, my best friend happens to be a writer with her own publishing company, so you can expect to be hearing about/from her often.
Aaaaaaaaand I think that covers it. Stay tuned for the next post, in which my little sister breaks into my Facebook to find potential boyfriends for me. Ay dios mio de mi vida...
In the meantime, look! Sparkly Ke$sha shorts! I promise I didn't buy them...I just found them at the mall and took a picture to show you that yes, other people do dress like Ke$ha.
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