Oh, iTunes. What magical, mystical thing will you give us next?
I Genius'd (does that make sense?) my latest obsession (I can never spell that word), Cheap Trick's "Surrender."
Ugh. Lindsey's here. I have to go.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
NYC prep isn't that bad
A girl I met at writing camp this summer, let's call her Georgette, was an Upper East Sider. She was just as obnoxious as you'd expect her to be, yet also not. I knew she'd probably be more annoying in context, in context meaning back home. Georgette spent a lot of time talking about her obese, oddly named golden retriever and her summer home in Connecticut. And her horse. And how she's switching to a different prestigious NYC prep school because the one she'd attended for nine years was full of lesbians.
It just made me think: when you're living something, when it's your life, maybe it just doesn't seem that ridiculous.
I've been casually following NYC Prep, the much-ado'd-about Bravo show, this summer due to my awesome lack of responsibilities. In terms of drama, my life isn't that similar to those of the kids on the show. Often, though, it is. My life here in Suburbia might seem extravagant to some, while to others it might seem simplistic. For example, I went on a random underwear shopping trip with my mom today. (It involved lots of arguing.) We hit up Lord & Taylor and Victoria's Secret and spent what seems like an extraordinary amount of money considering no one's going to see what I bought.
Must go. Elizabeth is here!
It just made me think: when you're living something, when it's your life, maybe it just doesn't seem that ridiculous.
I've been casually following NYC Prep, the much-ado'd-about Bravo show, this summer due to my awesome lack of responsibilities. In terms of drama, my life isn't that similar to those of the kids on the show. Often, though, it is. My life here in Suburbia might seem extravagant to some, while to others it might seem simplistic. For example, I went on a random underwear shopping trip with my mom today. (It involved lots of arguing.) We hit up Lord & Taylor and Victoria's Secret and spent what seems like an extraordinary amount of money considering no one's going to see what I bought.
Must go. Elizabeth is here!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
First Post. Hello, Internet!
Freshman. Freshman. Freshman, freshman, freshman, I'm a freshman.
It snuck up on me. Not only high school but teenagerdom in general. (I won't say adolescence.) Eighth grade was like a hopscotch game: I started standing solidly on September, hopped once to winter break, skipped forward to April break, and suddenly wobbled on June. School ends obscenely late here in Suburbia, so I did spend almost the entire month in school. Our finals were pathetic attempts to acclimatize us to the Tests That Mean Something we'll soon be taking. The second day of the Social Studies one was canceled, as was school, due to swine flu paranoia. The last week was a combination of halfhearted farewell pranks, teachers trying to cram in important lessons, and rain. Lots of rain. So much rain one could say it's insane.
I've always felt a year older than I actually am/was but I guess that's the curse of having a summer birthday. When I was twelve I felt thirteen. Now I feel fifteen even though I'm still thirteen. Being a voracious reader, I often feel like my life is a novel and sometimes I'm guilty of trying to make it more so. Summers have never been particularly eventful for me though. None of those rite-of-passage summer romances for me. In fact, the closest thing I've had to a romance is a crush that almost became something after one year and one month. I got a little freaked out that something was actually happening to me and screwed it up. It was his birthday a couple of days ago; I did nothing.
Before I start acting like my life is a big ball of crisis I'd like to say four things:
1. Most of the slang I use I got from my daily e-mails from Urban Dictionary.
2. Everything I say is true because I'm too lazy to think of lies.
3. I'm really lucky to have everything I do: a loving family, a stable household, nice clothes, great friends.
4. I'm a SILLY PERSON.
So thank you to whoever decided to give me the life I have. And thanks for reading, if you are.
It snuck up on me. Not only high school but teenagerdom in general. (I won't say adolescence.) Eighth grade was like a hopscotch game: I started standing solidly on September, hopped once to winter break, skipped forward to April break, and suddenly wobbled on June. School ends obscenely late here in Suburbia, so I did spend almost the entire month in school. Our finals were pathetic attempts to acclimatize us to the Tests That Mean Something we'll soon be taking. The second day of the Social Studies one was canceled, as was school, due to swine flu paranoia. The last week was a combination of halfhearted farewell pranks, teachers trying to cram in important lessons, and rain. Lots of rain. So much rain one could say it's insane.
I've always felt a year older than I actually am/was but I guess that's the curse of having a summer birthday. When I was twelve I felt thirteen. Now I feel fifteen even though I'm still thirteen. Being a voracious reader, I often feel like my life is a novel and sometimes I'm guilty of trying to make it more so. Summers have never been particularly eventful for me though. None of those rite-of-passage summer romances for me. In fact, the closest thing I've had to a romance is a crush that almost became something after one year and one month. I got a little freaked out that something was actually happening to me and screwed it up. It was his birthday a couple of days ago; I did nothing.
Before I start acting like my life is a big ball of crisis I'd like to say four things:
1. Most of the slang I use I got from my daily e-mails from Urban Dictionary.
2. Everything I say is true because I'm too lazy to think of lies.
3. I'm really lucky to have everything I do: a loving family, a stable household, nice clothes, great friends.
4. I'm a SILLY PERSON.
So thank you to whoever decided to give me the life I have. And thanks for reading, if you are.
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