Okay well. I am now 21. A kind-of grown woman. I look back on what I did with this blog-what we did with this blog-since I was 15, and it's fucking amazing. I am sorry I left you. I've considered using this as a place for short, quick posts but I always relished the feeling of accomplishment that I felt after I'd finished a long, beautiful post.
Here's why I decided to reclaim my glorious WordPress: I was just starting to get good at it when I stopped blogging. Another thing: Upon perusing my iPod, which has a different music selection from my external hard drive, I came across the song "Sharks" by Bear Colony, and it hit my belly in an entirely nostalgic way. I remembered the way that this blog tracked my growth from adolescence to adulthood. Although I am still rather immature, you readers have watched me grow up, have grown up with me, given me support, and I want to give something [...]
I'm coming back to WordPress this summer. I miss you. Get ready.
This day marks the beginning of sophomore year spring break. What have I done so far? This morning, Alex y yo went to Diversity Thrift on Sherwood. I'd never been there before (sin); I'd only ever seen the truck and the rainbow building. I did not know that it's completely within biking distance from me. Or that it's awesome. I lifted seven books for a buck each and a fucking saweeeeet Spectra System Polaroid camera for three fucking dollars (yes, three fucking dollars). It was rather dusty (both the camera and everything in Diversity, really) when [...]
Facebook: Deleted. Myspace: Gone. Formspring: Fucked. I'm done living vicariously through those pointless social networking sites. I plan to retain my Last.fm out of vanity and because it doesn't hold any hopes of ruining my life/there's only so much you can do on there. I use my Twitter for a class, and I fail to see the harm in blogging. The biggest problem I can see with this removal from social networks is that it will (and already has) lowered my accessibility-both to you who are far away from me and to school acquaintances. But I [...]
J'ai fait un répertoire! Je lis les articles sur le site de RFI et je copie les mots que je ne réconnais pas. C'est génial. J'ai pris l'idée de ma prof de conversation français. Dans ce cours, nous regardons les films français, comme Inch'Allah Dimanche et Le Fabuleux Déstin d'Amelie Poulain et Ridicule et Madame Bovary et Jean de Florette et Manon des Sources . Nous avons un livre pour le vocabulaire et les questions pour la conversation. Ce cours est vraiment génial. Et...et! J'aime beaucoup ma prof parce [...]
My armpit hair is fine and soft and dark brown and clean and downy and shiny and beautiful. I always expected it to be coarse and hard and thick and stiff and curly for some reason, more pube-like, but it is some of the best hair, the most intensely gorgeous hair on my body. It is like the hair on my head, except a tiny bit thicker and a tiny bit darker and a tiny bit more unruly.
I just did either the dumbest thing I could ever do OR the most awesome thing I could ever do. Or both. Whichever it was, I got the butterflies and a simultaneous feeling of nervousness when I bought the tickets. I'm betting they're going to be so fucking worth it. I bought tickets to Bonnaroo. I have coveted Bonnaroo for so long. Anyway, if any of you think you're going to go to Bonnaroo, holler at me. We could exchange sacred contact information and meet up with me and Ali when the time comes, and then [...]
If I were participating in that February Facebook meme where you post your profile picture as your celebrity look-alike for one month, my profile would not be Camilla Belle or Audrey Tautou or Jenny Lewis (hah). It would be Kaki King.
I tried on Deerhunter for size because I have tickets to see them with Spoon and Strange Boys in March, and they fit. This trying-on also caused me to intensely long for the ability to take Bradford Cox into my arms and carry him everywhere. Here's why I fell in love with Deerhunter: Alex showed me this video on Pitchfork, which follows Bradford Cox around 2008's Pitchfork Festival. Guest stars include King Khan, High Places, Britt Daniel, and the late Jay Reatard. It's seriously the most hilarious and uplifting video I've seen since Will Ferrell's Talladega Nights: [...]
The other day at Video Fan, I heard a series of two songs by the same artist. I had no idea what the artist was, so I asked the kindly female at the counter what she was playing. Answer: TV on the Radio. Playhouses | TV on the Radio [ mf ] [ buy ] I Was a Lover | TV on the Radio [ mf ] [ buy ] Last night, I had a dream that I had really wide, hairy legs. In my dream, [...]
As a dedicated francophile and one who is in love with La Science des Rêves , I listened to Charlotte Gainsbourg's whispery sophomore album, 5:55 a whole dang lot. Naturally, I was ecstatic when I found out earlier this year that she was due out with another album, which turned out to become IRM . When Alex showed me the video for "Heaven Can Wait," I was not disappointed. And when I obtained said album, I still remained undisappointed, which is a grand feat for me ever since Rilo Kiley's Under The Blacklight killed [...]
Kelsey, Michael, and I just finished making an AMAZING vegan gingerbread house. Here's a gallery of photos from our masterpiece. [...]
Why should I join the Vegans & Vegetarians group on Last.fm? I'm not vegan for street cred. Why is it that many of the people who enjoy the music that I enjoy are often pretentious and inaccessible assholes? Who gives a fuck about celebrity status or secrecy? I'm not cool, but I am more diligently and loyally in love with Miss Jenny Lewis than your way-more-attractive neighbor, and you could hold more of a conversation with me, because I actually think. I shouldn't have read Teen Vogue yesterday. Well, good night all, and I'll [...]
I don't entirely know why, but lately, I have been having some fucked up mood swings. One moment, I am on the verge of crying at the jewelery counter at Boscovs with my dad because everyone there is totally insensitive to the blood diamond crisis. The next moment, I am giddy with delight at the fact that I can eat a tangerine and play The Sims 3: World Adventures. One moment, I am curled up in fetal position because I miss you so much, wondering how I would get on without you if I never spoke with you again. The [...]
If you want to take the title line analytically for a second, you can gather that being nude allows me to take a moment or two to assess my body. If you don't want to take the title analytically, then I am just trying to put images into your head. Much like Ali does every time she writes me a letter. THINGS I AM SICK OF: 1. Inadvertent accusations of fatness. This rarely comes from people in my life (except [...]
I want to hear from my readers today. Tell me anything. Ask me anything. Give me advice. Ask for advice. I'll do my best to respond thoughtfully. Later today, I'm going to post a mass music post and stuff, so get ready. PS If you get the memo late, like if you read this a week or a month or three years late, you can still tell me anything or ask me anything. And I'll still try to respond thoughtfully.
Mmk, I don't want to push down the Intimacy Project post or anything, but I just had to tell you two stories. One isn't really a story. The other is. The first happened probably two nights ago. I'd just gotten home from a fairly rough hangout and Virginia wasn't home and I didn't want to just sit around on my ass in front of the computer. On the ride home, I'd seen this guy a few blocks away holding up a sign saying, "ANYTHING HELPS." I'd seen this guy before. He was a part of the backpacking troubadours [...]
For most of my life, I have grappled with my body. If I didn't hate some aspect of my body, then I felt neutral about it. I hated the way my stomach puffed out just before the drop to my nether-region. I hated my absolute hairiness. I hated the shortness of my arms and the roundness of my upper arms. I hated the weird } { shape of my hips and the way I had pudge next to my hips but firmness next to my thighs. I hated my childish hands. But I was neutral about my legs, no matter [...]
I'm nineteen, bitches! I've been nineteen for about two days, actually. And I love my readers. You have brought me back to the blog. This will be a filling-you-in post. I don't know why I stopped writing, exactly. You could say that I went through a rough period in July, which surrounded my last post. And then by the time I'd gotten over that, I'd made a new close friend and I was already moving back to Richmond-this time into an apartment on the edge of the Fan and not a dorm. Virginia and I are [...]
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