10/26/09 12:21 PM
Two weeks ago, it was sweetest day, it was my cousins wedding, and it was the day my date cancelled. While the ego boost i recieved later that evening when I told those surrounding at the open bar about my misfortune was very reassuring, I did have a few too many Vodka and Cranberries, and passed my number off to another single attendee. But thanks to the many facets of modern technology, the vulnerability of that first phone call was spared for this guy when he added me on Facebook the next day. After a week of silence, he finally broke and sent me a message, but it wasn't the traditional "Hey, what's up, remember me?" message I was anticipating. In this two paragraph short, he danced around pleasantries and focused on the...10/22/09 12:18 AM
Two of my closest girl friends are both in similar predicaments as of late. One of them has been dating a boy for about a year now, and though he and I have never really met due to the fact that they live in a different state, the picture that has been painted of him is not a pretty one. Besides the fact that he takes advantage of her meek manner, they are stark opposites on the political spectrum, which in turn means that they have an entirely different set of core values, and he berates her for her beliefs constantly. My other friend is in a relatively new relationship with a man who is not a stranger to the back of a police car, or a tether. While I haven't personally met this gent yet either, I'm not getting the best vibe, and despite what you may think, it isn't solely...6/3/09 12:36 AM
I have calculated that yesterday, May 30, from 12:00 a.m. to 12:00 a.m., I slept for a grand total of 12 hours, equating to half the day. Between my languorous bouts of shut eye, I was able to accomplish covering and running in Race for the Cure, going on a terribly gauche outing and listening to Grizzly Bear's newest, Veckatimest. And though it may be a day late and 98 pennies short, here is my 2 cents about the foursome's skillful chef-d'oeuvre. I don't hesitate to say that Veckatimest is the direction we should be going in. The tired sounds of depressing acoustic ballads will never completely bow away into the indie abyss, however Veckatimest is the hopeful Noah's Ark of albums - a life line to other bands and a direction that few recognize, but all will come to follow. ...