psychotic girl

psychotic girl by nmason521 featuring leaf jewelry

sooooooo pumped.

lookie lookie what we've got here.

Considering I post my crushes on the internet weekly, I obviously considered the consequences of one of them discovering their presence on my blog. I decided I didn't care. If I like them more than they think I do, then they should be flattered. And for others I hoped it would make them realize I'm not nearly as into them as they think. But first they'd have to figure out which specimen they are. Good luck. xx

drowning in the maze of a summer.

I went to a friend's cabin this weekend. Good people + good music = a good time. I always forget how much I love the lake, until I'm there, toes in the icy water. Honestly, I could sit on the end of a dock for hours, especially in the dark. Just staring into the abyss. It's a good place for thinking on thoughts. Everything seems simpler. Or maybe it just makes me yearn for simplicity. When I was younger I used to have a crush on a boy at the lake. Every year, as we drove up the road, I was dying to see if their cabin was open. I don't remember why I liked him anymore, but I remember the feeling. It's a good feeling. Like listening to country music, laying in the sand, and fishing off the end of the dock. xx

photo from: http://hopsallymann.wordpress.com/

shelter from the storm.

Here's my personal rainy day playlist(link), perfect for days like today.

1. Buckets of Rain - Neko Case
2. Evening Hymn - The Wooden Sky
3. Somehow - Citizen Cope
4. Sparks - Coldplay
5. Ocean of Noise - Arcade Fire
6. Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan
7. London Halflife - Metric
8. England - The National
9. Lover's Spit - Broken Social Scene
10. The Water - Feist
11. Candy - Paolo Nutini
12. Rowboat - Emily Haines & the Soft Skeleton
13. Fever Dream - Iron & Wine
14. Easier - Grizzly Bear
15. Unison Falling Into Harmony - Great Lake Swimmers
16. Re: Stacks - Bon Iver
17. Who'll Stop the Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival

photo from : http://rippedjeansandshattereddreams.blogspot.com/

bluebird mixtape.

Here's what I listened to on my drive.

dear diary.

I have had a diary since I was approximately six years old. My very first diary contains brief summaries of my day, things like what kind of popsicle I had for lunch, what beanie baby I just bought, or what I did at my Grandma's. I wrote in that same diary for a brief stint when I was about 10. Those entries are about sleepovers, and crushes, and glitter. All of the good stuff. Then I moved to my second and favourite diary. It contains everything from ages 13 through 17. The first part is mainly dedicated to my first big crush. I minute little details about things that happened in gym class and on the playground. What he wore that day. A poem (yeah, I'm a freak, but you knew that.) My fascination with him eventually wore out and I moved on to my next crush. And the next. And the next. You get the idea. There's stories from camp, with girls from all over the world and charts of who liked who in the 8th grade. I didn't write very much in high school, a couple of updates when something big happened. When I turned 18 I decided to start fresh with an adult journal. To remember the excitement of my youth, to have something to show my kids. Just kidding, that diary is so not child friendly. I kind of like to think of this blog as an extension of my journal. And so the tradition continues, I write about the one thing my mind always floats back to. Boys.

I took a really long midnight drive tonight, to sort out my thoughts. I don't think I really came to any conclusions. 

Normally I would be posting the chart for this week, but I think I feel the same as last week, so I'll wait for something interesting to happen. In the meanwhile I'll be keeping an eye out for the next big one. xx

hot child in the city.

hot child in the city. by nmason521 featuring black sunglasses

an ode to best friends.

It is one of the blessings of old friends,
that you can afford to be stupid with them.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Here's to my best friends. The one's who are always there. Who endure my crazy rantings, breakdowns, fits and various other hysterics. Who talk me down when I get ridiculous, and talk me up when I get down. Who can gossip until the sun comes up, and still have things to say. To late night dance parties, coffee, thievery, night patrolling and other shenanigans. To countless shopping trips, road trips, and hopefully, eurotrips. Honest to God I would be lost without you. And to my oldest best friend, on her 21st birthday, I hope we have many more adventures to come. You're the ying to my yang, the mac to my cheese, the peanut butter to my jelly. xx




Here's the chart, but seriously, chicks before dicks.

still doesn't make it easier.

What You May Not Know About Guys

twenty one things that ruin it.

1.     White sunglasses. Why the hell do you think those look good? They make you look like a serious douche bag.

2.     Being close-minded. Your unwillingness to try new things is pathetic.

3.     Hair styling products. If I can tell you’re using them, we’ve got a problem.

4.     Pretending you don’t know who I am. I know you remember me, grow up.

5.     Your enormous truck or shiny sports car. Really, I’m not impressed. In fact, I’m a little embarrassed for you. And I’ve been led to believe that you simply MUST be overcompensating for something. Small penis. There, I said it. Neener, neener, neener, you have a tiny weiner!

6.     Shirts that are too tight. I’m really hoping that you just suck at doing  laundry, and didn’t actually think that was the right size.

7.     Lack of confidence. I’m flirting with you because I’m attracted to you. Go with it.

8.     Soul patches. They make you look like an enormous tool.

9.     Being a dick. This really goes without saying, but for the sake of women everywhere: STOP BEING A DICK. I know you’re a good guy. Jig’s up.

10. Listening to Nickelback. This also goes without saying.

11. Jeans that are below your ass. This look hasn’t been in since 2005. And it still sucked then. Pull your pants the fuck up!

12. Bad spelling. We live in a world of spell check. Use it.

13. Trash talking other girls. What am I supposed to think you say about me when I’m not there?

14. Pretending to be dumb. There’s nothing sexier than an intelligent man, why are you so committed to the dumbass act?

15. Highlights.

16. Sweatpants. I understand that they are comfortable, but please, not in public.

17. Prissy bitch drink orders. You did not just  order a single, grande, decaf, half-sweet, nonfat, extra hot, no foam, skinny vanilla latte. Fuck right off.

18. Trying to dance up on me without asking first. Chances are I’d love to dance, but grinding your dick into my back is just not the way to go about it.

19. Nonchalance, indifference, i.e. not giving a shit.

20. Trying to get my attention with “Hey, Lady”. Follow this one up with “Can I get a smile?” and you’re done for. If I wanted to smile at you, it would have happened. Fuck.

21. Testicles on your truck. Honest to God, I have no clue why anyone would ever purchase these, the second I see them I just want to punch you in the face.

keep calm.

cute.

i've been reminiscing.

Boys, I've been reminiscing. It’s been a long time and there’s been a lot of you. A lot of crushes. A lot of crushing.  The first time a boy ever told me he liked me I responded with "you're an asshole, you took too long". Twelve years old and I had already made up my mind.  Boys are assholes. Maybe I should give you a chance, but probably not. It couldn’t possibly end well. It's just easier to decide you're a jerk before you actually have the chance to be one. It's a good strategy isn't it? xx

By the way, that boy wasn’t an asshole. He was a sweetheart. Always has been, always will be. 

forever young.