Month: May 2013

The Special Ones

Yesterday, I was going to write a funny blog post, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. On Monday, a dear friend of mine lost his brother in a freak accident. He was 28 years old. The news was extremely shocking and when I heard the words on the phone I instantly broke down crying. This wasn’t just some guy who I met a couple times, this was a guy who had something, something special to offer. He’s one of the special ones. Even though I only met him a few times, he was one of those people who’s kind of magnetic. The type of person who walks into a room and people are drawn to him, waiting to get a laugh from the funny guy who was going to move to L.A. and become a TV personality. The type of guy I admire, and wish I could be, who did what he loved and chased his dreams. This person, who left us too soon is named Brad. If you know my friend …

The Remedy I Needed

Angela Anne dedicated a song to me. First of all, I love her music. OBVI. I mean, I’m kind of obsessed with her. My friends are obsessed with her, so yeah. I’ve been anxious. Very anxious. I haven’t really been myself at work lately, (I literally had a meltdown the other day), I’ve been sleepy all the time, feeling rushed, feeling fat and gross, and careless. My manager told me he thinks I’m just overwhelmed with leaving this summer for NYC. He’s right. And it’s not really about the “leaving,” it’s mostly about the “being there” that scares me the most, whether or not I want to admit it. Angela posted this brilliant song today and dedicated it to me. It’s just what I needed to put me back on track. I’ve been anticipating this big change and it got to my head and turned me into an even bigger mess than I already am. Sometimes all we really need is that sweet love and honey. That beautiful remedy ❤ Thanks to all my friends …

Skittles for Breakfast: An Introduction

I long for the day when someone feels the need to kill me because my existence is a constant reminder of the change this world deserves, the change that is at the root of their every fear. At the moment however, people just want to kill me because I’m an asshole. And perhaps I’m not an asshole in the sense that I’m reeking havoc on the world for no apparent reason. I am merely the victim of the Jayden Tucker. The problem is that everybody at Fairfield High is practically in love with him. Scratch that, obsessed with him. I remember writing in his yearbook junior year and I noticed a whole essay written in there by some random ass guy who wrote, “I want to be the godfather of your children.” I’m not even sure if he went to Fairfield. The point is, it’s difficult to play victim to someone who is beloved by so many for being, “sweet, funny and intelligent,” when I am beloved for being “blunt, sarcastically funny, and crazy.” It’s …

#FinalsWeek: The Week from Hell

The End of a Semester I’m not one to be dramatic. Ok fuck that yes I am. It’s actually one of my greatest character flaws. And one of my greatest attributes. So let me be as dramatic as I can. LAST WEEK WAS AWFUL. TERRIBLE. HORRIBLE. It was horrible for my circumstances of course, we can all understand that there’s always someone having a worse week than you. And it’s true. But finals week kicked my ass, mostly because I caught the flu right in the middle of it. In order to really take you with me on this journey through the past, I think it would be best to tell this story through social media. Let’s begin, shall we? First, the week began with a Sunday night/Monday morning work session at Hayden Library with Tiffany. Her and I always wait until the last minute. It’s kind of our thing. I was so exhausted on the way home (1 a.m.) that I got pulled over. Mix sleepiness with some Paramore jams and you have yourself …