my 1st semester of my 2nd year (numbers of my birdday har har).

introducing my 2nd year roommate, michelle. crazy yet totally awesome. : ] loves pokemon, singing, & forgetting ppl's names. (okay so she doesn't love the last one)















meet my new neighbors: abbey and annie also known as primate-sloth-among-other-random-shiz-loving girl and her normal roommate. : ] met abby at the door and the rest, as they say, is history. or the present.


























my first newbury comics free show aka my last newbury comics free show. (unless it's someone really really really really really worth it and i wasn't going to see them in concert later that day.) jenny & johnny (jenny lewis from rilo kiley) went w/ my new concert buddy, erica, waited on line outside for 2 hours, stood in a really poorly configured room for a show, and proceeded to watch the 15 minute set behind a little girl who was sitting on someone's shoulders. -.- luckily i'm not that big of a fan of jenny's or else that girl would be down. for sure. (just saying, i wouldn't actually knock her down.)













finally made it to the SoWa market in south end. (i make it sound like i've been determined to go to this for years now when in reality i've only known of it for one. ha!) after a couple twists and turns, natasha and i made it and at first were like eh? farmer's market? and then followed the crowd and found the art. the expensive but awesome art. wanted a whale plushie but that was $25. ouch. one day, one day.











off to the zoo we go! abbey had to go to the franklin park zoo for her bio anthro class and so what did i do? i tagged along of course. adventure time! we legitimately watched the gorillas for 2 hours. and i probably could have watched them for another.


& their fingers must be insanely strong. and their feet?! i could stare at them forever. soooo weiiirdddly awesome..








& on the way back to the T, we found Jack. he is our shrine.






















first show of the year! born ruffians @ middle east. and first encounter of the biggest douchebag in my short life! i punched his fat back. outside that mess, born ruffians. ohmycheese. they are so great live. like so great. (that made me sound so intelligent..) the drummer is so awesome w/ his funky beats, and luke is so dreamy.. haha would definitely see them again. met the drummer, awesome dude. tried to pick up the fangirl in front of me w/ the pick-up line, "you have amazing eyes." haha















2nd show just two days afterwards : D love. anywho, Ra Ra Riot @ Royale (very nyc/clubby venue, reminded me of a smaller webster) Ra Ra Riot finally played new songs (not that I mind the Rhumb Line songs). so great per usual. i for some odd reason or another like the 2nd photo.

&! FINALLY MET SOMEONE FROM RA RA RIOT. Wes : D and he signed my record. i wish i had more substantial things to say to these musicians than just 'you're awesome!' haha.. but at least it's true.























PB & J night : ]. that's coded if you couldn't figure that out. haha twas fun and chill. that thing tesla is ahh-ing from (twss. haha and pun. i rule) is the sperm-looking breadstick we found in the papajohn's box. someone had a dirty mind while making it.. (or the customer does..cough)













thus back to midterm studying. must start posting more photos. must take more photos. must go on more excursions. not in that order. but all musts.

til next time.

wow

i am reading Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis for my religion course. i read this part in book 3, chapter 6 that literally gave me a 'he just explained what i felt in articulated words' feeling. I've only read it twice and a half, but I think it correlates my thoughts damn well. I'll read it again another time and see if it still is, but for now it's like wow, finally someone can say what I wanted to say on the topic of love. It's a bit of a chunk of a paragraph, but please read it through.

"What we call 'being in love' is a glorious state, and, in several ways, good for us. It helps to make us generous and courageous, it opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty, and it subordinates (especially at first) our merely animal sexuality; in that sense, love is the great conqueror of lust. No one in his senses would deny that being in love is far better than either common sensuality or cold self-centredness. But, as I said before, 'the most dangerous thing you can do is to take any one impulse of our own nature and set it up as the thing you ought to follow at all costs'. Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called 'being in love' usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending 'They lived happily ever after' is taken to mean 'They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married', then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be 'in love' need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense-- love as distinct from 'being in love'-- is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else. 'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it."

Ahoy

Chips Ahoy.

another time.

Mumford & Sons

Yup that's them. The last time I really really obsessively fell in love with a band was when I started listening to Snow Patrol. I have multiple levels of in-love-ness with bands/artists but Snow Patrol is on its own level, and to even consider having another band be on that level is pretty incredible--> that's how much I really like mumford & sons.

I first found them through random trails of myspace (they're the best ways to find music). I remember liking 'Little Lion Man' but not really following up with it b/c they're folky and i'm not initially into folk.

Then sitting in BU Central, with my headphones on but volume low, the music video for 'Little Lion Man' comes on and I literally stop what I'm doing and go 'hey i know this song, how do i know this song? this song is incredible.' i was very entranced and could not stop looking at the screen. That day and beyond I googled, youtubed, myspaced, etc. the sh** out of mumford & sons.

& marcus mumford is so attractive. tehe. (the one on the right)



but found out he's dating laura marling

(she actually kinda looks like anna faris in 'smiley face' here haha)

Anywho, so for the past month and maybe half, I've been on a quest in search for tickets to see mumford & sons live. two shows in nyc=sold out. show in boston the same day I'm actually coming back to boston=sold out. the only show left? in philly. and graciously one of my great friends, becca, was willing to come with me to see them even though she knew not of them. she knew how desperately i wanted to see them even through a facebook message. (that's saying loads.)

craigslist was very unsuccessful for I wasn't willing to pay more than $25 for an originally $15 ticket, and although philly became a likely option, it wasn't quite favorable.

ALAS. wednesday, during a lecture (ha), at a low almost accepting the fact i was not going to see them, I saw the girl in front of me on craigslist. so I decided to go for it again, see if any new postings showed up.

i had upped my price to $50 b/c becca and i went through the costs and if we paid $50 for a nyc show, it'd be pretty much the same price for transportation + ticket +food if we went to philly. I saw a posting for $55/ticket and I decided to e-mail the person.

'LO AND BEHOLD. 44 minutes later I received a message back! HALLELUJAH. saying he would hold the tickets for me until wednesday (b/c he just left for a four day trip to dc) He has yet to reply to my meet when/where-ness but I WAS/AM SO PSYCHED.

although I am trying to hold it down (twss) b/c I do not have these tickets with me yet. BUT ZOMG. and now I must patiently wait (thankfully I have all this finals stuff to do to preoccupy me).

yeah, that's what's going on.

Studying is for studs. good thing i'm not one.

i don't know what possessed me to entitled this post as it is entitled but i'm tired and i don't want to study anymore and i really really shouldn't be complaining since i only have one final but still. freaking studying all day is really freaking annoying.

end complaint.

so now i'm going to update and make a new topicless entry b/c i'm in revolt for studying at this moment in time.

going home in pretty much a day and a half. quite excited to be back for a good amount of time.
I can't think of any photos to post up so here's my favourite Cyanide and Happiness comic. it makes me laugh every time. i've kinda needed a laugh after being in some bummer moods lately. : |


excitingly, i'm getting a trim/haircut this saturday. :D My hair is long and i want it to be shoulder-length. And i wouldn't mind, while i'm in flushing, having some hot soybean soup and egg-something i can't think of the translation right now, even if i have to wake up ridiculously (7am) early. oh and some wontons. mmm wontons...

yeah.. this isn't much of a blog. more like xanga. haha but i like this format more so i'ma use it as i please. Okay i suppose it is about time for me to sink back into the vastness of environmental science.

live long and prosper (oh man i'm so watching star trek again when i get home. spock, oh spock):

Snow Patrol

Okay I don't know where this surge of wantingness is coming from but

I. REALLY. WANT. TO. SEE. SNOW PATROL LIVE.

it's as simple as that. And I hope by some miraculous chance that when I finally visit my aunt in ireland, they'll be playing somewhere near and i can go. I would pay whatever to see them live. (okay maybe like $100-MAX $150). but i doubt they'd be that expensive (one would hope).


they have a new album out 'Up to Now' and there's this amazing package deal with like two/three vinyls and the cd plus a buttload of other merch and i would so pay for it but they're only selling it in the UK right now and I thought i could ask my aunt to pay for it and then i'd pay her back but she lives in south Ireland, which uses euros not pounds. ;oinas;oifnaw;oinsdf I just really want to see them live. So badly. i think they may just be my favourite band.

that's it.


**I'M GETTING THE PACKAGE! (TWSS) MUCH LOVE TO MY AUNT AND UNCLE WHO LIVE IN IRELAND AND WERE WILLING TO GET THIS FOR ME. LOVE LOVE LOVE (TRISTAN PRETTYMAN).

you and i buy star maps and drive my car around los angeles

Darwin Deez


















I saw him/them as the opening act for bishop allen @ middle east downstairs. They/him were fantastically fun. Danced awesomely, music'ed awesomely. And yeah he looks like your typical hippie/hipster whatever the eff you want to name it indie dude, but he is that in the sense that he is the legitimate type. IMHO.

I first digged 'bad day.' it had such a fun beat, but the lyrics are too fun. i show:

i hope that the last the page of your 800 page novel is missing
and i hope that it rains if you leave the window down on your red mustang

'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you

and if you drop your keys i hope there's a sewer somewhere very nearby
i hope that your team lost; i hope your new girl takes off with a new guy.

(old version: and if you're out of clean sheets i hope your new girl takes off and it's clear why)

'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you

and i would like to be your girlfriend so i could dump you
and i would like to be your garbage man so i would never have to pick up your trash again

maybe you should wonder why your apartment is always so empty
well i hope you get locked out of that apartment and have to call jenny

'cause everyday ought to be a bad day for you

but i'm sorry if it ever is

(courtesy of darwindeez.com)

I hope to see them/him again. The guitarist that i couldn't tell was male or female for a while was cute. not that that's the reason i would want to see them again.

i really just love his songs. except 'lights on' but who knows. i may just grow to love it. love's funny that way, yah?

we could be up in the CLOUUUDS.