O GOD, the aftermath of college

this is egregious

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 00:26:01 -0400

hello bloggers! hello babies! hello fellow countrymen! hello animals, insects, fruit bats, members of the band one direction (i know you’re reading this!)! long time no friggin talk.

since my last blog post i joined eharmony, promptly ended my membership, toiled and troubled over personal woes and tribulations, finished school in new jersey, left my job in new jersey, and then just straight up LEFT new jersey.

in between these landmarks in the highway that is my funny and at times depressing life, i became irrationally obsessed with jersey shore lifeguards, particularly one who we’ll call DBLG, or “david beckham lifeguard”. i saw and creeped on him memorial day weekend down the shore, and was amazed at the sheer beauty of this man. tattoos, perfectly coifed combover, fabulous fashion sense - this man was, in essence, my garden of eden in the form of a statuesque, testosterone-pumped human-alien. by random chance i found out he was a lifeguard in manasquan and thus, whenever i would surf there or bask in the jersey sun, i’d sit a couple yards away from his stand and just stare. i’ll just stop talking about it there because it’s phenomenally embarrassing.

later on in the summer i was asked out by a DIFFERENT lifeguard who then saw me at a later date and refused to acknowledge that he had left his duty as said lifeguard, ignored hundreds (if not thousands) of swimmingly inept people, just to tell me his favorite surfer was andy irons, who, oddly enough, is dead. i pointed this out to him and he backtracked like he a deer in the headlights, as if my knowledge of surf culture was an 18-wheeler and he was a rabbit just hangin’ out on the highway, sniffing shit. this guy, who we’ll call “max” (that’s his real name) ended up being a bouncer at a club down the shore and at around 2 AM i sauntered up to him, asked if he remembered me (he didn’t), and then promptly pushed me out of the club rudely and awfully. that night i cried, not because of the idiot dillhole that was “max” but because i realized that i was terribly and horribly alone.

ok, ok it’s not gonna get sad, and i refuse to throw myself an elaborate pity party replete with witty anecdotes about my inability to get a date. but my time in new jersey was not an enjoyable one, to say the least. now, after having traversed the great U.S. of A, across wide expanses of scrub brush, cactus and desert and having to stop approximately nine times a day due to my impossibly small bladder, i am back in california. living in point loma, two doors away from two best friends, a block away from another best friend and within miles of my favorite people in the universe.

i have surfed my small ass off up until around 10 days ago when i came down with a retardedly serious virus that sent me to the hospital twice, once to get a spinal tap and the second to get heavy doses of dilaudid and a procedure similar to a spinal tap called a blood patch. however i am back in action once again, relieved of migraines so severe i could vomit and of thrush, a sunburn-like rash and diarrhea. this all besides the point. the point is that i get to swim and surf with sting rays and leopard sharks everyday and i see the most beautiful sunsets and get to enjoy god’s creation in the easiest place i know how.

this is a long friggin entry so keep your eyes peeled for more blog idiocy! LYLAS

SHAKA BRA

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 16:22:23 -0400

SHAKA BRA

this is a joke...right?

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 12:50:39 -0400

as i was watching the knicks game last night i randomly came across an ad for harmony somewhere on the expansive world of the world wide web. it yelled at me, “a whole weekend to communicate for free!” and i figured, “ok, it’s free and i definitely enjoy communication”. one thing led to another and there i was, 2.5 hours later and paying my hard-earned money for a stupid account on this stupid dating website that is bound to be an epic failure.

for those of you that know me well i have a couple downfalls. here they are:

1) i am REALLY picky. like, it’s either a tattoo-ed DJ or a surfer. no in-betweens.

2) i am highly opinionated and/or come across as a sarcastic douche generally 60% of the time.

3) i am incredibly judgmental.

all of these things i wish i could change but honestly, i just can’t. when filling out the personality inventory last night for around eight hours (YES, this thing is LONG and subsequently made me miss the entire knicks game as i sat debating whether or not i was more “rude” or “judgmental”…picked judgmental) i realized that i don’t really sound like a winner. i mean, sure i think i am ambitious and goal-driven yet I AM LIVING WITH MY PARENTS IN SUBURBAN NEW JERSEY AT AGE 24. herein lies a significant and glaring problem.

when creating my basic profile i was debating whether or not to go with “funny and witty and super dry and ironic” or “ok, i am taking this seriously”. i chose a happy medium, so i wrote that “i like to eat and will beat you in an eating competition”. also quoted michael ian black from his latest book, “you’re not doing it right”: “why don’t more parents throw their kids in dumpsters?” after receiving no attention and an error box that said, “we’re sorry, no matches could be made” i erased the eating competition and babies in a dumpster part and replaced it with, “loves to connect with humans”.

FAIL FAIL FAIL.

the problem with online dating is it’s incredible superficial. it is one thing to meet someone face-to-face and be able to talk to them right away and see how they approach a conversation. with online dating the first thing you notice about the other person is their pictures. right off the bat i know i won’t be interested in 99% of these people, based on the fact they are balding and/or fat and have a guinness in their hand and/or quote their landlord as being the most influential person in their life. really, your LANDLORD? geez

last night as i was about to go to bed i was lamenting to my parents: “WHERE ARE ALL THE TATTOOED GUYS, DAD”. his response: “THEY ALREADY HAVE GIRLFRIENDS, COURTNEY”.

damn. wish me luck as i embark on the stupidest, most ridiculous journey of my life that will last six months until my subscription is up/i move to california where all the men that i deeply desire reside.

I WAS WALKING WITH A GHOST -CANADIAN TWINZ

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 18:27:00 -0500

greetings earthlings! this is my first blog entry since i have returned to the land of milk and honey, also known as israel (maybe? bible knowledge has slowly disintegrated) and/or new jersey. i would love to PUPDATE you all on my depression, so here it is: it has gone with the wind but it didn’t take 6 six hours like the movie. in actuality it has disappeared due to the fact that i am taking medication! disclaimer: not true, but it probably has something to do with the fact that i am drinking less, working out more and just focusing on being pRESENT in my current state of life. ~*~lyFe ChanGe!!!!!111!~*~ anyway moving on. two things:

1) for those that have read previous entries i mentioned an elusive creature aptly named “HDDLPPR”, or hot douchey duke lacrosse player potential rapist. we are VERY much together and by “very much together” i mean i found out his name! i won’t say it for fear i’ll jinx our rapidly blossoming relationship.

2) THIS IS A BIG EFFING DEAL so i don’t even know WHY i have a number next to it because this is NOT something i’m just going to list. it deserves it’s own paragraph!!!!!!!!!111111

new paragraph

this morning at 1:35 am i was sleeping like a normal human being with a normal circadian rhythm. i was DEAD asleep and for some reason, something told me to wake up because someone was in the room with me. i swear upon urban dictionary i was in the deepest stage of sleep and had NO reason to wake up, but i distinctly remember someone saying, “you need to wake up. someone is in the room with you”. i was sleeping on my side and as i woke up immediately rolled over to see this person. there was no one in the room but what i FELT cannot even be explained. the room was VERY heavy and i know that is insane description but that’s the only way i can describe it. it was so strange because i knew i was half-awake but at the same time i felt like this odd feeling was not to be taken lightly. the air was heavy, tense and i almost felt these weird vibrations. this shit is crazy, i know and i sound like a lunatic but i have never experienced anything like this before. now a couple minutes after i woke up something/someone told me, “start praying”. now for those that don’t know i have sort of fallen away from “the faith” (as megachurches like to call it) and i have maintained a “healthy” distance from christianity ever since i moved back to new jersey. ANYWAY whatever. but this “voice” or whatever the hell it was telling me to start praying was so strange and i felt compelled to obey it. i don’t even know what i started praying about, probably about how i wish i could find a cheap external controller on ebay or something inane. so in conclusion…

…i think there was a ghost in the room. of what, who knows!!! maybe the dead rat and/or squirrel colony that has formed in my attic. maybe a little man child that haunts new providence who ate peoples hearts in the 1800s. maybe that sock puppet dog from those pets.com commercials 10 years ago. chris farley. river phoenix. it could be any of these people and/or things! but i will never know. all i can say is, thanks GOD for telling me to pray about ebay and for sending that creepy ghost to wake me up for 20 minutes in the middle of the night!

THE END and good night

yes yes yes

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 20:36:55 -0500

yes yes yes

MY BEEF WITH BON IVER

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:31:27 -0500

if i could scream the f word at all of you virtually i would do it but i can’t because we’re in cyberspace. space is devoid of air and sound so technically we all should be dead too but whatever. anyway, words, specifically terrible ones cannot express my distaste with the fact that bon iver won best new artist at the grammy’s last night.

like WTF!

FIRST OF ALL. nicki minaj should’ve won HANDS DOWN. that chick is innovative, creative and definitely a wackjob but has a hell of stage presence and can rap/sing the shit out of anything. she has effectively undermined every other female hip hop artist in the industry and shattered all means of competition. lil kim who? isn’t she in jail? or getting more plastic surgery? or in massive amounts of debt? probably all of those things.

SECONDLY. his music is a piece of crap. pseudo-ambient, hipster dump that should be reserved only for elevators in all of portland AND/OR funerals. yes, there are many “artists” that i hate but bon iver is one of my most hated, which includes but is DEFINITELY not limited to THE FRAY and the band perry (more on them later). i just don’t get IT. I DO NOT understand the appeal of whining, poor musicianship. i just don’t.

THIRDLY. thank BABY JESUS, MUHAMMAD, VISHNU or some wolf spirit that the band perry did NOT win. i honestly think it would’ve been worse if they had won because that would mean a band that sings about impending death and being buried in satin then being thrown in a river would have received VALIDATION. that would’ve been moronic! SERIOUSLY! also, WTF is up with their appearance? girl singer looks like courtney love pre-rehab, kurt cobain’s death, financial woes and the two guys look like they stepped out of GEICO’s neanderthal actor convention. also one of them had a huge butt and that is just gross.

i have a lot of feelings towards this. but all i really wanted to say is F BON IVER. the end

if anyone has been dying to take me to oahu please do it soon!

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 09:42:43 -0500

if anyone has been dying to take me to oahu please do it soon!

THIS WILL BE A GREAT BLOG ENTRY!

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 21:12:47 -0500

tonight i was attacked by a dog. like, a big ass dog that could have probably disemboweled me and left me to rot in my own innards. that is incredibly dramatic and probably would not have happened considering

1) i am not in the middle of nowhere

and

2) the hospital reopens in 12 hours.

anyway, this dog’s name is ELMO. he is a weird-ass collie mix that is pretty unpredictable but is nice around 65% of the time. 65% is kind of a terrible percentage because it hints at the fact that there is a 50/50 chance he could bite your face. anyway that’s clearly obvious because i’m assuming all of you can do MATH.

this dog just barks and barks and barks until he literally loses his voice. when i leave at 8 PM his barks are so hoarse and labored it almost sounds like he’s just giving up on life. it’s actually really sad because obviously this dog has been abused and not treated well and he has no family nor will he ever have sex and it’s just a real dog tragedy. so i come out to say SUP because you know, i’m a KIND AND COMPASSIONATE ANIMAL LOVER and realize he’s scooted his blanket into his water bowl.

typical. it’s like, “come on, elmo. WTF this is your BLANKET. SLEEP ON IT PLZ”

so i open up his kennel and he prances out, tail flapping in the air like he just don’t care. i go to pick up the sopping wet blanket and elmo’s all, “OH HELLLLLLLLLL NO” in dog language and runs back into the kennel, teeth bared and barking like i’m about to commit some heinous act. he leaps at me and, with incredibly dexterity i manage to block my face with my hands! cat-like reflexes. he then realizes he has failed to maim my beautiful face and then goes for my foot and CHOMPS down and starts shaking my foot like a ragdoll. at that point i SCREAM, and then manage to back up against the kennel door and WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?

I FALL! YES, TYPICAL WOMAN I AM. i fell. in the most inopportune of times. for those of you that have read my previous blog i wrote an entry around halloween about how women are always doing stupid shit in movies, like not being able to open a door when a guy is about to chop her head off/rape her or falling in the woods when a creep is chasing her. i wrote about how stupid it was and how jamie lee curtis is a big fat idiot yadda yadda yadda. and here i am FALLING, trying desperately to get up and close this kennel door because this dog may or may not hasten my arrival at the pearly gates. jesus would be like, “really? you fell trying to escape a wacko shelter dog?” and i’d be all, “jesus sorry i know lame right”.

long story short i got the door closed and resumed my work for the night but not after realizing a couple of things:

1) the scream that emitted from my mouth when elmo was snacking on my foot was absolutely the epitome of my femininity. i am not an inherently feminine person; i am consistently asked if i really have a penis, 0% of the time is it serious. i hate romantic comedies and i for the most part i really EFFING hate shopping. but that scream caused me to pause and reflect for a nanosecond. sure, i may be somewhat of a tomboy but I AM A WOMAN. i freaking eat ice cream when i’m on my period, i think all men are terrible listeners and I SURE AS HELL will scream when i’m about to die!

and

2) i have realized that i have commodified (is this the right word? lit majors where u @t?) my experiences here in new jersey for the sole purpose of the entertainment of others. i kid you not, my first thought after my encounter with elmo was, “holy shit! this will be a great blog entry!” i swear! this cannot be a good thing. i mean, maybe one of these days i’ll get into an epic car accident and be like, “oh it’s super great i’m alive but MAN will this make a great blog entry!” that’s just strange as hell. at least i am cognizant of the fact…

so…moral of the story…i am a woman, i got attacked by a dog and i am just SO GLAD to be alive ;)

I LOVE MY FRIENDS

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 13:52:11 -0500

I LOVE MY FRIENDS

some very important things

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 19:05:48 -0500

1) i have decided that IF i get married i am walking down the “aisle” to “outro” by M83. OR another option is that i will die to that song. really epic way to start my life with someone AND/OR die.

2) i am really damn hungry because i am making YUMMY QUINOA BURGERS!!!!!!!!!

3) i saw the scariest baby of my life today in whole foods. the thing literally looked like damian’s spawn manifest. it had beady little eyes and it’s head was too small for it’s body and it was just writhing around like a baby satan. i kept walking past it and literally gasped because of how evil it looked!

4) i am no longer depressed.

5) ANDY COMES NEXT WEEK!

6) bye

here is me with my damn dog! she is a retard who barks anytime i...

Wed, 25 Jan 2012 11:34:59 -0500

here is me with my damn dog! she is a retard who barks anytime i run through the house. which is often.

I DON'T WANT ANYONE YELLING

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 16:36:52 -0500

HUMANS I WOULD YELL AT

JUDAS ISCARIOT

DRACULA

BLAKE LIVELY (WHY DO YOU KEEP PLAYING WHORES?)

RICK PERRY

KANYE WEST

EVERY BABY THAT CRIES

~~FURBIES~~

TYLER PERRY

MADEA

TYLER PERRY’S ALL BLACK CAST OF EVERY MOVIE/SHOW EVER

BUDDHA (LOSE SOME WEIGHT, RIGHT?)

JARED LETO

KID ROCK

THE KID FROM “SUPER 8” THAT NEVER STOPPED SAYING “MINT”

JUSTICE (WTF WAS THEIR LAST ALBUM?)

DAFT PUNK

SEX PREDATORS

HUMANS I WOULD COMMEND

DAMIAN HIRST

SKRILLEX

LANDSCAPERS

ASIAN KIDS

STEVE JOBS

CANDY STRIPERS

PITBULL (THANKS FOR OBJECTIFYING WOMEN BUT IN A SUPER SEXY WAY ;) )

MICHELLE OBAMA

MOSES

THE PERSON THAT FIRST DECIDED TO BREED MINI PONIES

BABIES THAT LAUGH

~~TOMAGOTCHIES~~

terrysdiary: Please PRAY

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 12:29:20 -0500

terrysdiary:

Please PRAY

really great dog names

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 10:53:37 -0500

ZUBAT

WWII (WIGGLE WORM II)

MOO-SHU PORK

CROSSFIRE (LIKE THE GAME!)

PIKACHU

CHANCEY

DUGONG

ALL POKEMON (YES, THAT’S THE NAME)

TUBA

ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA LATTE

EDWARD

MEDICAL KUSH DOCTOR

WWIII (WHITE WINE THE THIRD)

WE FOUND LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE

JULIAN ASSANGE

BEANIE BABY (*TAKEN ALREADY*)

TED (AS IN BUNDY!)

WEEK(END) UPDATE

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 13:10:03 -0500

sup readers all across the world! aka maybe my 3 friends! i have been in california for over three weeks now and quite frankly, i HATE IT HERE! all i’ve been doing is surfing, running, eating sushi and BBQ and hanging out with cool people! WTF? it’s really sucked. i should have just stayed in NJ and hung out with my ~*~kewl~*~ dog and played that wikipedia game where you select two things and try to connect them through 5 pages or something. god damn!

anyway, SO glad i get to go home to 40 degree weather and rain on sunday! i get to fly into the most beautiful airport on the planet (BALI ain’t got NOTHING on newark liberty international airport) and hop in a car, only to return to the fun and friend-filled life i left so reluctantly! i get to take 15 units worth of chemistry and physics AND on top of that, i get to DIE SLOWLY! life is surely looking up! ^_^

in case you were confused, i am being totally and completely

SERIOUS! aka NOT!

after surfing with dolphins the other day i kind of think that studying in a library full of guidos is pretty shitty, don’t you think? yeah, me effing too! really, the only good thing about going home is the fact that i get to leave again in a month to go to…DRUMROLL PLEASE……..

FLORIDA! yes, florida, a land of milk and honey aka old people and death! and maybe harry potter wizarding world and the PLACE OF RESIDENCE OF PITBULL but those factors are entirely irrelevant. i am going to visit my BFF COURTNEY who is just hanging out at home, living the dream one bite of egg salad at a time (inside joke LOLZ!)!!!!!!! anyway i am really excited to leave (again) and then hopefully leave (again) for SD for easter and then hopefully leave (FINALLY) to move to…DRUMROLL PLEASE………..

LA! to become a homeless junkie who just happens to supply lindsay lohan (sober? come on) with her coke! actually in all seriousness i plan to move there only to experience surf ELSEWHERE and/or work at a vet clinic part-time and pursue a lifelong dream of interning at a record label. i swear to god! big things ahead for me! but for the meantime i need to go the eff OUTSIDE (…and to sleep get it samuel l. jackson the children’s book…)

PAYCE

I LEAVE IN 22 HOURS! yewwwwwwwwwwwww

Tue, 27 Dec 2011 12:55:43 -0500

I LEAVE IN 22 HOURS! yewwwwwwwwwwwww

christmas crap

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 22:52:43 -0500

as my cotton-scented candle flickers and my fan circulates artificial air throughout my high school-begotten room, i think about how much christmas means to me. hint: it means not that much. i mean, sure, thanks jesus for being born in a stable or manger or pre-made home depot shed and forgiving me of my sins. i guess that’s alright. hint: i’m being sarcastic and that’s a big EFFING DEAL! SO THANKS JESUS!

aside from religious ramifications christmas has never been a fave of mine, probably because my mother and brother are the biggest christmas terrorists on the face of the planet. i love them but they’re frickin dillweeds when it comes to making people feel like crap for not sharing the vehement PASSION (i really have no idea if “vehement” is an appropriate adjective for “passion) for christmas as they do. every year they hijack the holiday and cause a big fuss over every christmas detail. sure it’s great to have christmas spirit but their christmas spirit is like a frickin charzard on meth: they just blow fire over everything and anything until it disintegrates into a fluffy ball of ornaments, reindeer and shop-rite brand egg nog.

besides from that christmas to my family is just whatever. we open gifts, eat french toast and then go our separate ways aka retreat into our own personal technological land. christmas eve is the bigger deal, as we usually eat ham or turkey and sit at the barely-used dining room table for around 10 minutes and then watch ralphie and randy rub a leg lamp. last night was a little different, however.

we had just finished eating and we’re talking about the kardashians (true story) when the doorbell rang.

“who the hell is that?” -dad

“probably jehovah’s witnesses” -mom

“who cares” -me

“oh my goodness, what if it’s cindy and glen?” -mom

“CINDY AND GLEN HOLY CRAP HI HOW ARE YOU” -dad after opening front door

who the hell are cindy and glen? you may ask yourself. well, they’re really important in that they’re not important. they just happen to be my mom’s estranged sister and husband. now the kicker to this magnificent tale is that we haven’t seen or talked to them in TEN YEARS. ten years ago my aunt, in all of her wealthy glory, departed swiftly from our lives by giving me a snowboard and my brother a fat, sun-bathing lizard named larry. i was still wearing cargo shorts from old navy and my brother was still wearing his chicago bulls jacket; we were little awkward nuggets just skipping through life, playing basketball and watching our backyard flood whenever it rained. now we are old, cynical and challenged by the rigors of upper-middle class life, which include partial unemployment and an inability to find “anything cheap” at anthropologie.

so they sit down at the dinner table and IMMEDIATELY i have an attitude because honestly, i have no feelings towards these people. like, i have stronger feelings towards the kardashians than these two strangers sitting in the house. so i sit there and don’t really say much and just observe. now cindy and glen have got a plane, multiple homes and buy polo ponies and have them shipped from argentina but my frickin grandma lives in a trailer in south jersey. definitely a problem there. so they start yammering on about their shit and don’t ask ANYONE ANY QUESTIONS. they talk about their goats getting killed by their dog, groundhogs and most importantly my stupid dog beanie. other more pertinent topics could have been discussed such as:

1) who are you

2) do you have children

3) do you sell drugs

also

4) where have you been the past ten years

none of those things come up and i got so damn frustrated that i went to christmas eve church. i do this sparingly only because i have this strange notion in my head that i am a good enough christian in that going to church on or near christmas will not further my cause. but seriously. they never asked anyone in my family, including my grandmother who hadn’t talked to her in ten years as well, one single question. my grandma had had open heart surgery, her husband had gotten bone marrow cancer, i had been unemployed for a year! WTF! these are big happenings!

anyway, after i left for the service i thought to myself “well, i guess this is what christmas is about: having random family show up at your house and have them talk about themselves”. just reaffirmed my blase attitude towards christmas. but jesus, you’re still the man, while relatives are not. THANKS DUDE!

quotes from the past two days: WARNING: OFFENSIVE and NOT my viewpoint(s) “love and rape are...

Fri, 23 Dec 2011 13:42:12 -0500

quotes from the past two days:

WARNING: OFFENSIVE and NOT my viewpoint(s)

“love and rape are pretty much the same”

“my grundle is getting destroyed right now”

“this tastes like ass tuna”

merry christmas.

FKCU

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 14:59:04 -0500

because music affects me on such a deep, emotional level i recently have been thinking of why i listen to certain genres, mainly hardcore and EDM. it’s interesting to trace the development of my being from high school to the present based solely on the music i listened/listen to. warning: serious entry.

hardcore: this and emo was all i listened to in high school. i think it was pretty widely known that i was this stuck up, judgmental christian angel girl that popped her collars and wore chicken costumes on halloween. i mean, i had a lot of fun but i think many people perceived me as this holier-than-thou, republican idiot, and to be honest, i really was. i had to fit a certain mold and act a certain way in order to retain that reputation and to be honest, it was incredibly taxing. in order to defy that reputation in a semi-unconscious way i think i turned to hardcore to harden up peoples’ perception of me. i mean, seriously…a small, blonde listening to hardcore? that just doesn’t quite add up. but when i look back it makes absolute perfect sense. i was trapped in a reputation but i needed an outlet. in addition i have dealt with a lot of anger in my life. contrary to what many people believe i am an inherently angry person. my dreams are way gnarly; i had a dream last night (aided by melatonin) in which i screamed for a solid 20 dream minutes (i don’t know the conversation rate between dream minutes and reality minutes). in high school i didn’t really need to physically scream or get angry; hardcore let me do that without even speaking a single word.

edm: it has been said that because of economic troubles, multiple wars and high unemployment rate interest in EDM and EDM festivals has skyrocketed. people want to escape the daily rigors of life and invest their time, efforts and money into something that will allow them to do just that. this definitely applies to me in more ways than one. i got into EDM my senior year right as i was about to graduate and leave my little utopia on the coast. i had no idea what the f i was going to do with my life and uncertainty was the only thing that was certain. emotionally it was very difficult for me, i’m not going to lie. i got a really stressful job, which nearly sent me into complete and utter physical breakdown, quit, became a leader at a local church and finally settled into somewhat of a routine. as the greater future loomed its ugly head i decided to take the pre-vet route, and unfortunately that had me moving to new jersey. before the move i broke up with my boyfriend of nearly five years. i moved back to NJ, acquired zero friends, took classes and began to have problems at home. for the past two years it has been such a friggin rollercoaster, and EDM has really helped me escape that. at this stage in my life there is truly nothing better than going to voyeur and dancing and acting like a total idiot (without the aid of alcohol) for four hours. in short, it is therapeutic beyond anything i could have ever imagined.

i have been OBSESSED with porter robinson lately. ever since...

Sat, 17 Dec 2011 22:02:23 -0500

i have been OBSESSED with porter robinson lately. ever since discovering his recently (october) released EP “spitfire” i cannot get enough of his music. it’s weird because i have definitely listened to his stuff before but just now i am realizing how fantastically imaginative and creative this kid (yes, only 19) is, and downlink only emphasizes that creativity. bomb.