Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups

Truthful Tuesdsay

A wonderful thing about life is that there are some thing we will never know. Why my Starbucks latte is never hot enough, why it always rains the day after I wash my car, why the jello in the dining halls is always low fat and blue when red is obviously the better color. And finally, you don’t know why this jerk isn’t texting you back. Maybe they don’t like you or are scared they like you too much. (Does the latter ever happen though? Do people ever get freaked out, like in a negative way, when they actually like someone and they know the person likes them back? Maybe they do. If so, we’re doomed.) You’re thinking of a myriad of different things while waiting for that response back. Most of which are some variant of “I’m not good enough. I probably smell weird. How am I supposed to get someone to love me when they can’t even send me a @#%& text message?”

You’ll never know the real reasons why they aren’t going to text you back. Trust me. It’s better not knowing. In addition to this, I think my single gals are short changing themselves. Let’s add a little variety and truth to the reasons why we’re single:

People bug me.

I’m holding out for a Sugar Daddy.

I’m allergic to testosterone.

Ryan Reynold’s doesn’t know who I am yet.

I refuse to sleep on anything less than 500 thread count sheets.

I know your grandmother, mother, aunt and annoying friend from elementary school all want to know why you “still don’t have a boyfriend”. I know we’re at the awkward phase where our highschool-prego friends all have toddlers and our college friends are getting engaged and it seems like the only exciting thing happening to your life is the new sweater you found on the clearance rack at the new H&M store. Even though society is telling us that men get to look like Seth Rogen and women have to look like Katherine Heigl, wouldn’t it be great if we held out a little longer?

Go to the mattresses! Fight. Fight to the death!

Happy New Years

When I first moved to New York and I was totally broke, sometimes I would buy Vogue instead of dinner. I felt it fed me more.

“He was like the flesh and blood equivalent of a DKNY dress.

You know it’s not your style, but it’s right there, so you try it on anyway.”

It was the greatest sensation of existence:

not to trust,

but to know.

"You're the strangest person I ever met,

she said & I said you too & we decided

we'd know each other a longtime"

Sometimes the world fails to see my witty, fabulous personality upon first glance. But this semester presented itself with some wonderful new ladies who are just as quirky as me. For various reasons, but mostly because of my love for them, I've decided to give them their own post.

First up, Ally Flick

She's just the bee's knees, and was the first to request a special spot on my blog. She recently informed me that she's read my blog all the way back to the beginning. I love her laugh, and the smile she always brings to our room.

Next is Jessica Chiodini. I've never had a real stalker...until I met Jessica. Our class schedule is such that see her quite a few times every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. At first it was a little weird, but now I love it. She listens to my radio show every week, and discovered my blog before I told her. She has fabulous style, and a very impressive Pinterest account. She doesn't get tired of me telling her how much I love her, and is going to do

great things for AGD.

Finally, Emily Hagen. Ladies (and probably not gentleman), meet my new roommate. She's an Art History major, and (after a year!) is now an AGD. She has, and I quote "devilish good looks" and has a knack for ruining all my pick up lines.

Story People

Tonights guest artist concert featured percussionist Nathan Daughtrey. He performed 4 short songs, each based off Story People, which he composed himself.

Story People was created by Brian Andreas. It started out as an internet experiment called the Hall of Whispers, where he asked people to share about their experience of being alive. Soon he had over 4,000 stories. Brian knew he had to do something with these stories, so he turned them into art.

The first song I heard tonight was inspired by 'Unheard Music':

Anyways, it was beautiful.