I got to see Local Natives again with my best friend! We were front row center, literally giggling like children on Christmas day.
Stewart from Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros was there and we got to meet him! He's such a gem.
Also, Atlas Sound at the Natural History Museum was such a therapeutic experience. My mind was blown, even though there was a drunk jerk being rude to Bradford. Tune-yards obviously was beautifully insane. The perfect combination. Matt from Local Natives was there and no one recognized him except us! We got to have a lovely conversation with him and he was genuinely appreciative of us for loving his music.
I never feel like I have enough time to listen to as much music as I want to. I wish time would just pause whenever I wanted so I could lay on the floor and just absorb it. But life is beautiful and I'm thankful.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
this girl.
She grew up loving Christmas. Every warm fuzzy detail. The Beach Boys Christmas album became synonymous with its cheery feeling. The summery contradiction of a Christmas album. She ate it up. Beautiful, happy Christmas. She counted down every year, when she was a child.
She felt very connected with the story of Peter Pan. She would have dreams that Peter came for her. To go to Neverland. It was routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, not a spectacular occurence. When she woke up, books were scattered off of her windowseat where she had tried to climb out.
This girl, she had a best friend whose car turned into a rave. There were lights in the speakers. They synchronized with the drum beats. They'd play with the speakers when he came home from college for winter break. She laughed out loud every time it began. When they would drive past hotels, she would scan the windows with the open curtains to look at the people within. Hurriedly try to make out the details of their faces. She just wanted to know who they were and what they were thinking when they saw the mass of cars speeding by on the freeway. Her and this best friend, they would smoke in their favorite childhood places just to feel ironic. Just to look at themselves and snicker and think about how far they'd come. How much had changed in a few short years.
This girl worked in a library. She tried to read as much as she could of the books that caught her eye. Snuck as many pages as she could in between checking out books to other students. She wanted to soak it in. She loved the collection of information that surrounded her. She wanted to visit all of the places the guidebooks talked about. Live in all of them, at least for a year. She couldn't live with the idea of being tied down to one place for too long.
This girl had a best friend that understood her. She was the same kind of insane. Sometimes they worried that they were going insane together, at the same rate. They quoted Jack Kerouac a ridiculous amount. Like Roman Candles. She thanked God for this best friend.
Christmas lost its warmth for her. She realized it would probably never come back. Her parents played the Beach Boys Christmas Album for her, as she was sitting in the corner drinking coffee and scanning through her negatives for her photography project. She couldn't feel anything. She might as well be hearing white noise, this girl.
She mourned the loss of her childhood.
This girl, this Chelsea.
She felt very connected with the story of Peter Pan. She would have dreams that Peter came for her. To go to Neverland. It was routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, not a spectacular occurence. When she woke up, books were scattered off of her windowseat where she had tried to climb out.
This girl, she had a best friend whose car turned into a rave. There were lights in the speakers. They synchronized with the drum beats. They'd play with the speakers when he came home from college for winter break. She laughed out loud every time it began. When they would drive past hotels, she would scan the windows with the open curtains to look at the people within. Hurriedly try to make out the details of their faces. She just wanted to know who they were and what they were thinking when they saw the mass of cars speeding by on the freeway. Her and this best friend, they would smoke in their favorite childhood places just to feel ironic. Just to look at themselves and snicker and think about how far they'd come. How much had changed in a few short years.
This girl worked in a library. She tried to read as much as she could of the books that caught her eye. Snuck as many pages as she could in between checking out books to other students. She wanted to soak it in. She loved the collection of information that surrounded her. She wanted to visit all of the places the guidebooks talked about. Live in all of them, at least for a year. She couldn't live with the idea of being tied down to one place for too long.
This girl had a best friend that understood her. She was the same kind of insane. Sometimes they worried that they were going insane together, at the same rate. They quoted Jack Kerouac a ridiculous amount. Like Roman Candles. She thanked God for this best friend.
Christmas lost its warmth for her. She realized it would probably never come back. Her parents played the Beach Boys Christmas Album for her, as she was sitting in the corner drinking coffee and scanning through her negatives for her photography project. She couldn't feel anything. She might as well be hearing white noise, this girl.
She mourned the loss of her childhood.
This girl, this Chelsea.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
What motivates me to get up in the morning? I know it's that I need to go to work or school, but what makes me feel that these things are important enough for me to drag myself out of bed?
I always wondered what would happen if one day, I just refused. If I simply, calmly told anyone who asked that I do not have anything on my schedule for the next day, the next week, the next month, the next infinity. That I will be staying in this safe, cocoon of a bed and not leaving until I feel the need to do so. Every day that I go to work or school, I subconsciously tell myself that I'm storing up days until I do not do anything. Until I refuse. I tell myself that I am building up days or credit so that when I do stop, I won't look like the boy who cried wolf. I don't think I will ever literally stop doing things. But this comforts me, so it must be a defense mechanism.
Does anyone else feel this way?
There's something terribly confusing about the inner workings of my brain.
I always wondered what would happen if one day, I just refused. If I simply, calmly told anyone who asked that I do not have anything on my schedule for the next day, the next week, the next month, the next infinity. That I will be staying in this safe, cocoon of a bed and not leaving until I feel the need to do so. Every day that I go to work or school, I subconsciously tell myself that I'm storing up days until I do not do anything. Until I refuse. I tell myself that I am building up days or credit so that when I do stop, I won't look like the boy who cried wolf. I don't think I will ever literally stop doing things. But this comforts me, so it must be a defense mechanism.
Does anyone else feel this way?
There's something terribly confusing about the inner workings of my brain.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
one of those whiny blogs
So this blog might not be entirely positive. sue me. I am so stressed out right now guys. My brother is in a coma. I spent all of last night at the hospital and literally did not sleep at all. He is going to be in there for at least a month and then depending on how badly his brain is damaged after, he either won't remember us or will have a completely different personality or maybe won't even know how to talk. This has been going on for a week now and school is so much more complicated because I can't concentrate on ANYTHING and sometimes just don't show up to classes because I feel like I will just end up being rude to people and messing up stuff.
My best friend says that I should send him subliminal messages to make him hip when he wakes up. "Tiiiiiim. You are only allowed to wear cardigans and skinnyjeans. When your neck is chilly, you wear a scarf. You will enjoy thrifting with me and here is a cd containing some of your favorite music. When you awaken we shall attend many shows. Fleet foxes. Annuals are your FAVORITE BAND. We will attend Coachella next year Tiiiiiim."
The other day my mom looks over across his hospital bed and says "Chelsea. What are you whispering about cardigans and moccasins?"
"uhhhhhNothingMom."
My best friend says that I should send him subliminal messages to make him hip when he wakes up. "Tiiiiiim. You are only allowed to wear cardigans and skinnyjeans. When your neck is chilly, you wear a scarf. You will enjoy thrifting with me and here is a cd containing some of your favorite music. When you awaken we shall attend many shows. Fleet foxes. Annuals are your FAVORITE BAND. We will attend Coachella next year Tiiiiiim."
The other day my mom looks over across his hospital bed and says "Chelsea. What are you whispering about cardigans and moccasins?"
"uhhhhhNothingMom."
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Whose idea was it to make a film about Woodstock, and not include any music? That's what I wanna know. Also, who stole a hubcap from my car?
I no longer work at that dreaded shoe store, my friends. My life is grand. I spend my days in classes and my new job is among the books. I love working at a library and may wish to do so for the rest of my life.
I love meeting people that I absolutely adore. I love many of my friends, but it's a rare occurrence for me to meet someone and instantly click with them. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it restores my excitement for life. I think my life is going in a positive direction right now, let's hope I'm correct.
I need the new Noah and the Whale album. I need it. I cannot wait this long. Are you kidding me? I summon it to appear in my hands right now.
I no longer work at that dreaded shoe store, my friends. My life is grand. I spend my days in classes and my new job is among the books. I love working at a library and may wish to do so for the rest of my life.
I love meeting people that I absolutely adore. I love many of my friends, but it's a rare occurrence for me to meet someone and instantly click with them. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it restores my excitement for life. I think my life is going in a positive direction right now, let's hope I'm correct.
I need the new Noah and the Whale album. I need it. I cannot wait this long. Are you kidding me? I summon it to appear in my hands right now.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
DinnerParty (I'm A Little Late)
Whoa man! I procrastinate a lot and then I forget things. Janet tagged me in this dinner party blog game thing! It goes like this:
What would happen if you invited your blog friends to a dinner party at your house?
The questions:
"If you were going to allow us to spend a night at your home, we'd like to know the following:
1. What books are on your favorite shelf?
2. What DVDs are on your favorite shelf?
3. What are your two favorite cookbooks?
4. Select 1-3 recipes you will cook for your special guests.
5. What will we be drinking that's available?
Let me start off by saying that I'm not organized enough to have a favorite shelf of books, they are just stacked everywhere (on my windowseat, in drawers, on shelves, under my bed, etc.) but if I had to pick some favorites, they would definitely be:
Call me predictable, but don't knock em til you read em. If we were going to watch a movie, it would probably be one of the following (and I am well aware the 500 days of summer is not on dvd yet, let's just pretend otherwise, shall we?)
3. I don't really have cookbooks. Let's order takeout, okay? And then we can bake a cake or something and call ourselves homemakers.
And since I am not yet 21, you can bring the drinks or we can just make smoothies.
Let's listen to MGMT, Devendra Banhart, and the new Noah and the Whale, as soon as it comes out.
Since I have a very limited number of people that read this, I will tag anyone who wants to keep the game going. So, if you read this, I am tagging you. Yes, you! Comment and let me know that you did so I can read it.
What would happen if you invited your blog friends to a dinner party at your house?
The questions:
"If you were going to allow us to spend a night at your home, we'd like to know the following:
1. What books are on your favorite shelf?
2. What DVDs are on your favorite shelf?
3. What are your two favorite cookbooks?
4. Select 1-3 recipes you will cook for your special guests.
5. What will we be drinking that's available?
Let me start off by saying that I'm not organized enough to have a favorite shelf of books, they are just stacked everywhere (on my windowseat, in drawers, on shelves, under my bed, etc.) but if I had to pick some favorites, they would definitely be:
Call me predictable, but don't knock em til you read em. If we were going to watch a movie, it would probably be one of the following (and I am well aware the 500 days of summer is not on dvd yet, let's just pretend otherwise, shall we?)
3. I don't really have cookbooks. Let's order takeout, okay? And then we can bake a cake or something and call ourselves homemakers.
And since I am not yet 21, you can bring the drinks or we can just make smoothies.
Let's listen to MGMT, Devendra Banhart, and the new Noah and the Whale, as soon as it comes out.
Since I have a very limited number of people that read this, I will tag anyone who wants to keep the game going. So, if you read this, I am tagging you. Yes, you! Comment and let me know that you did so I can read it.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
wellthankyouJan.
Thanks Janet (http://ninjanewsflash.blogspot.com/) for sending me "The Honest Scrap" award! I can't tag 10 people because I don't have that many on here, but I will do my best.
1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.
1. I still have a disney princess clock hanging in my room. I have never been able to bring myself to take it down.
2. I got really ashamed at how predictable I was, when I logged onto stuffwhitepeoplelike.com and saw the article about moleskin notebooks.
3. I go through weeks where I think that I have agoraphobia, and then the next three or four weeks I am completely social and normal before it starts all over again.
4.I don't know if I will ever be truly successful at anything, because I would rather learn some about a variety of things than be an expert on one thing.
5. I love the Catcher in the Rye and have read it at least 4 times. I also will always love the Perks of Being a Wallflower and get violently upset when people deny that it's a good book.
6. I have this recurring dream that Peter Pan comes. When he comes it's not like a huge thing, it's more like "let's go on a vacation to Neverland". I always wake up with something in my room out of place: an open window, or all of the books shoved off of my windowbox.
7. I don't think I will ever have time to listen to all of the music I want to listen to.
8. The fact that our brains can lose memory terrifies me. Absolutely terrifies me. I get anxiety attacks about it all the time, so I write down as much as I can.
9. I wish that I had the ability to write music and almost think of this ability as magic.
10. I am sometimes incapable of stifling my laughter, I promise I'm not trying to be rude and I honestly cannot control it.
ALRIGHT, here are the people I'm awarding.
1. Stephanie! http://stephanielynnb.blogspot.com/
2. Jeff. http://jefferyfollin.blogspot.com/
3. Anne. http://slagillbagel.blogspot.com/
4. Kaley. http://kaleyelizabeth.blogspot.com/
4. Sara. http://saraellyn93.blogspot.com/
5. Ashlee.http://lifeofashlee.blogspot.com/
1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.
1. I still have a disney princess clock hanging in my room. I have never been able to bring myself to take it down.
2. I got really ashamed at how predictable I was, when I logged onto stuffwhitepeoplelike.com and saw the article about moleskin notebooks.
3. I go through weeks where I think that I have agoraphobia, and then the next three or four weeks I am completely social and normal before it starts all over again.
4.I don't know if I will ever be truly successful at anything, because I would rather learn some about a variety of things than be an expert on one thing.
5. I love the Catcher in the Rye and have read it at least 4 times. I also will always love the Perks of Being a Wallflower and get violently upset when people deny that it's a good book.
6. I have this recurring dream that Peter Pan comes. When he comes it's not like a huge thing, it's more like "let's go on a vacation to Neverland". I always wake up with something in my room out of place: an open window, or all of the books shoved off of my windowbox.
7. I don't think I will ever have time to listen to all of the music I want to listen to.
8. The fact that our brains can lose memory terrifies me. Absolutely terrifies me. I get anxiety attacks about it all the time, so I write down as much as I can.
9. I wish that I had the ability to write music and almost think of this ability as magic.
10. I am sometimes incapable of stifling my laughter, I promise I'm not trying to be rude and I honestly cannot control it.
ALRIGHT, here are the people I'm awarding.
1. Stephanie! http://stephanielynnb.blogspot.com/
2. Jeff. http://jefferyfollin.blogspot.com/
3. Anne. http://slagillbagel.blogspot.com/
4. Kaley. http://kaleyelizabeth.blogspot.com/
4. Sara. http://saraellyn93.blogspot.com/
5. Ashlee.http://lifeofashlee.blogspot.com/
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