Fab Five Fridays

Post #123: Dedicated to: The Creep; Lonely Island


Yes, I know this gets done often, on any random day of the week. But I'm going to do Fab Five Friday, because Fridays are awesome it'll force me to look back on my week and point out good memories, especially in a week like this one.

So without ado:

1) Haverford v. Swarthmore basketball on Saturday, 75-52. Standing packed in a crowd of drunk spectators stomping, clapping, cheering and yelling "if you're losing and you know it clap your hands," "aaaiiiiiirrrrr baaaallllllll" and "SWAT SUCKS" ? Wouldn't have missed it for the world.

2) Bowling on Tuesday...with the bumpers up. Did I bowl spectacularly better? Ha. No. I think there's something wrong with my form...my wrist hurts when I let go of the ball. That probably shouldn't happen. But there's only one more day of bowling left! I need to break 100!

3) Ordering Tiffin after bowling. Indian food...freakin' delicious.

4) Learning basic HTML editing from A-. It was fairly fascinating, to be honest, and now I kind of know how to make my own website! Life skillz, yo.

5) Getting to watch How I Met Your Mother this afternoon after a loooong week of no sleep. The best ever.

Stay tuned for next Friday!

Ode to Borders

Post #122: Dedicated to: Blue Skies Again; Jessica Lea Mayfield


The only Borders in my hometown is closing. I don't know why that makes me so sad.

Maybe it's because for my 16th birthday, my friends at church pooled together their money and bought me a $160 gift card for Borders, which was all used up within a month. Maybe it's because Seattle's Best Coffee had the best hot chocolate in the world. Maybe it's because I could and would spend hours perusing the Paperchase section. Maybe it's because before or after every movie, I'd walk into Borders - without agenda, just walking around - and more often than not, leave with a new book in hand. Maybe it's because every time I was home for break, I couldn't wait to go to Borders to use my coupons for a new read. Maybe it's because when I was so frustrated the Lakers were losing the championship game, the first place I went to was Borders to buy Commencement. Maybe it's because I bought a new school planner there every year. Maybe it's because of those sparkly llamas or miniature Christmas trees and ornaments I promised I'd buy next holiday season. Maybe it's because the first and only time I ever won something - the first spot in line for Breaking Dawn - happened at a midnight release party in that Borders.

It seems stupid, I know. But if home is where the heart is, my home was Borders. That Borders, the one next to the movie theater and Tilt, the one that made you get a token from the front desk if you wanted to use the bathroom, the one with the beautifully crafted versions of classic literature. Where I went to waste time. Where I went to spend time. Where I went to love time.

Bye, Borders. I'll miss you.

Gravitas

Pot #121: Dedicated to: Mr. Sunshine

I'm so terrified of making a mistake, of regretting my decisions. I feel like I've got the whole weight of the world on my shoulders, and I just can't figure out what to do. I can't figure out who to talk to, because ultimately this decision needs to be my own. Maybe i'm exaggerating, or maybe others won't think it's as serious as I do, but it is to me. This is how I feel right now, because this is my future. If I screw up once, that's it. I won't get a second chance. So I have to make the right decision.

Someone who knows me better than I know myself...just tell me what to do.

Standing in the Audience

Post #120: Dedicated to: Jar of Hearts; Christina Perri
I am an awkward concert-goer.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love dancing to top 40s hits. Why "Dynamite" plays, I'll be the first one to throw my hands up in the air.

But when I'm standing in the audience of a concert at a small venue? It's pretty awkward. What am I supposed to do with my arms? Cross them? But then I seem like the lame, stuck-up concert-goer who thinks she's too cool for the music. Hold a beer? No, thanks. And what if the music's not really something you can sing along or dance along to? Bop my head ever so slightly so I look like I'm enjoying myself? Stand there with my hands in the back pockets of my jeans looking, well, awkward? Close my eyes, smile, and pretend to let the music completely take over me like the hipster I can see out of the corner of my eye?

Nah. For the time being, I'm just going to have to live with being an awkward concert-goer.

Don't worry, you can spot me a mile away. I"ll be that girl, the one trying too hard but not trying hard enough.

Whimsy

Post #119: Dedicated to: (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman; Aretha Franklin


So perfectly whimsical, feminine, playful, soft, romantic, and fun. Love it.

Valentine's

Post #118: Dedicated to: Pour Some Sugar On Me; Def Leppard


Text message from Mom:

"Hi! Clara! Happy valentine's day! Don't worry! God will give wonderful man like ur mom."

My mother, in her broken English, worries more about my being single than I do. Wonderful.

Today was a sweet & sour combination of friends, homework, singing, Indian food, ice cream cake, and valentines. A good day.

This Weekend

Post #117: Dedicated to: Rhythm of Love; Plain White T's

BE BOLD.