Let the joy commence

Now that school is over, I am so ready for the technicolor fun that is summer.

Channeling my inner housewife

So next Saturday I move into my new apartment (huzza)! Most of all I am excited for all the pretty things I plan on placing on the walls and tables. 

To start out I bought this cross stitch pattern from radicalrags on Etsy. I have no idea how to cross stitch, but me and Danielle are going to band together to create this beauty. 

New life plan

Why I am quitting school and running away to Dollywood:

1. You can ride the Dollywood Express to work.

[via Dollywood.com]

2. You can spend your free time wondering through aisles of her old clothes and costumes at Chasing Rainbows, the Dolly Parton Museum.

[via Bandit Lites]

3. Things like this are available for purchase.

[via astropop's photostream]

4. Things like this are totally normal and can be seen on a regular basis.

[via astropop's photostream]

Been gone since that summer (since that summer)

I miss summer. For some reason or another these pictures of random graffiti I took remind me of it. I kind of want to chronicle this coming summer in a series of photos of bad graffiti. I wish I would have thought of this earlier, there have been some really random and weird things written around campus this year (which sadly, I don't have any pictures of). 

Summer '08, Montréal

Summer '08, Montréal, outside of McDonalds 

Summer '07, outside of Le Peep

Come back to me sun. I look forward to being care free again, things like this don't seem as crazy if it's summer. 

Do you think about me now and then? Cause I'm coming home again.

So my parents are gone for the next two weeks and I am moving back home to stay with my sister, Nat. Now you may think, "No parents, house party! wooo!" Although knowing myself (and the fact that I can count all my friends on one hand) our house party would look less like this:


And more like this:














This weekend Nat has homecoming too, so I must take on all official mom duties. Part of me wants to wear a full on housewife outfit to take pictures of her and her homecoming group on Saturday, but I am too nice to embarrass her in that way. (Well, maybe, I haven't decided yet. If I go full on Betty Draper, I'll let you know.)

I know eavesdropping is wrong but...

I actually heard a human utter these words:

“Well, I think people who are liberal are just uninformed.”

“I don’t think with this all time [points to brain], I think with this [points to heart].”

Clearly, I am surrounded by crazies this week. 

P.S. You're Creepy

Earlier this evening when I was walking up the massive staircase in the library something very odd occurred. There was a couple walking behind me, the guy was wearing a grey sweatshirt and an orange winter hat (which was not necessary considering the weather). I heard him whisper rather loudly to the girl he had his arm around, "Let's follow her, I beat she knows where it's at." Giggling then ensued. I didn't turn around or say anything, I just continued about my business, walking up the stairs. As I passed the door the the fourth floor the bro whispered, "man, I'm tired, she's moving to fast, I can't follow her anymore," and they heading into the fourth floor.

I am still trying to process that moment. It's not a super big deal, but he was whisper pretty darn loud and the stairwell is rather echo-y, so he had to know that I would hear basically everything he said. What possesses a person to do that? I don't really even know how I feel about the whole situation. Embarrassed? Awkward? Angry? Confused? Concerned? Is it even a situation at all? In the end, I think I will just through it into the pile of strange adventures that are my life.

The End.

Sunday somehow ended up having a dance theme. We began with Kid Sister, who was quite amusing. Her dancers creeped me out a little bit, they were really tiny and eerily machine like.

Black Kids were also a dancin’ good time, although their set did get a little slow towards the end. I kind of have a crush on the lead signer right now; he was kind of annoying at first but grew on me (and his voice pretty cool).

 

Next up was Girl Talk. We tried to meet up with Katie and Janie here, but just as you would assume, it was whoa insane. These Australian guys were next us to before the show stared. One of them (we never learned his name, so we named him Bruce) was a very Chatty Cathy. Later during the show Bruce and his friends ran up to the front. We didn’t expect to see him again, but at the end of the show Girl Talk threw a blow up raft into the crowd and Bruce was in it.

We finally found Katie and Janie by the always classy Port-a-Potties before finding a place to watch Kayne. He was very punctual and put on a pretty good show. Nat and I had to leave a bit early since we had to drive home and leave for Michigan early yesterday.


Lolla was probably one of the best ways to close out the summer. Now I only have one week (!) until I move in for school. Eek! Mackinac Island will probably not be as exciting as Lolla, but I did already find out about a concert tonight. I think I might be turning into a concert junkie.

It's a shoreline, it's high speed, and it's a cruel world

Saturday was a little more chill than Friday. We saw Does it Offend You, Yeah? who were a lot of fun. The people dancing next to us were even more exciting. I loved it and danced right along with them. 

Later that evening we saw Broken Social Scene. I was really sad that Emily Haines wasn't there, but Amy Millan and Evan Cranley of Stars, as well as Andrew "Apostle of Hustle" Whiteman joined the already massive band. 

And last that day was Wilco. A wonderful way to end the day. Tweedy and gang came out dressed in colored suits with random characters and some sweet bedazzling. A man and his 13 or 14 year old daughter from Baltimore were next to me and Nat. It was their fourth time seeing Wilco together, but they were still just as excited as me and Nat about our front row status. The girl knew every word to every song Wilco sang. I wish I was that cool back in the day, I'm pretty sure I was still listening to Good Charlotte at 13. It wasn't even humid outside that night, which was kind of magical.