the airborne toxic event

Story time!

My beloved brother and I were sitting in the parking lot of Stop&Shop while the mothership was buying emergency ice cream for our uncle's birthday. Digression: my brother is pretty awesome, and we always have our bonding moments in cars. Once we just sat in our car in the driveway and talked for two hours. Love my foolish brother.

Anyways, we were listening to Radio 92.9 (arguably the best station in the Boston area. The commercials are like two words long, literally) and the radio announcer is like "New music--The Airborne Toxic Event--Changing." Of course, with a band name like that, the broski and I burst into giggles.

"Tess, this is going to be the greatest jam on Earth."

"Oh, I know."

But then it was actually a really awesome song, and when I looked it up later, it had a really awesome video.

So, yup, music geeks unite!

Enjoy.

little monster?

Hello interwebs. I have not died, no worries.

So apparently I'm a newborn little monster, which is strange in and of itself, considering I have spent the better part of two years scoffing at Lady Gaga's bizarre antics and suggestive songs. Because there's no ignoring the fact this woman is a freak. I'm sorry. No matter how expressive and supportive she is, she still wore a dress made of raw meat and requested corpses on her stage. And yes, she pissed me off when she started moaning about how she still feels like a "freakin' loser kid in high school" while in the dressing room of Madison Square Garden. 

She's a freak. But maybe that's not an entirely bad thing. Glee described her as "the queen of self-love" and considering how many people starve and cut and hurt these days, our culture could use a strong little dose of self-love. 

There's just something about the way she conducts herself. She honestly doesn't care what other people think (hello, no pants) and she loves her fans. She really loves her fans. I watched one of her concerts on HBO and she was literally inspiring the hell out of everybody there. She was inspiring my guts out, and I was lounging on the couch. 

She promotes this idea that is so refreshing and so needed--that you're perfect just the way you are, and you don't have to change. We must have heard those words a thousand times when we were little, but they got lost when we grew up and started reading magazines and watching TV and roaming out deeper into the uglier parts of society. 

It's nice to hear those words again, because most people I know have stopped believing in them.

I won't start talking about the media, because we've all heard that rant seven trillion times and it's always the same. Personally, I feel contempt for people who go on tangents about the media. It's like...yeah, we know. Shut up now, this doesn't make you sound sophisticated. 

But we all know how the media can be a little self-damaging sometimes, and that's the main idea. Here's this singer who loves who she is and who her fans are and what she does, and she isn't asking or hinting that anyone should change.

And that's frigging awesome.

I know I'm not a fully-fledged little monster, considering I still have some issues with Lady Gaga's choices. I respect them, but I don't like them. I don't like the way she puts on so much makeup sometimes she looks like an alien, but that is her choice and if it floats her boat, well, kudos to her. I didn't like her breakdown in the dressing room because I'm not going to feel bad for you if you make millions of dollars for doing something that you love. She called herself a loser.

There are plenty of worse things to be than a loser. I'm a loser, and I love it.

And maybe I'm a little monster, and I'd love that too.

blahblahblah

I sincerely apologize for the decline in blogging lately. We're on the home stretch, on a crash course for summer, which means I have less and less time and less and less motivation to do anything.

Yeahyeah procrastination!

Things in my life are hectic right now. Summer literally cannot come fast enough.

So if I go MIA for a while, please excuse me. It's not that I don't love you, it's just that I'm trying to raise my math grade and possibly fake a tan (I'm so pale I glow in the dark).

crushes

There is a beautiful little site simply called Letters to Crushes.

It is exactly what it sounds like and it is the sweetest little place on the internet. I visit it at least twice a day.

Anyhow, I feel compelled to order you all to read this here letter. Read all the comments. It just might be the most adorable thing I have ever witnessed over a computer screen.

READ IT.

That's all.

air guitar

Hey. No, I did not forget about my lil' old blog. It's just that homework and panic attacks have a heavy influence on my free time and internet time (which, these days, are pretty much the same thing. The 21st century is sad).

Life's pretty hectic right now, and I apologize for not blogging as often as I would like to. You will just have to miss me for the time being, and I'll try to update y'all on my mundane life very soon. Pinky swear.

To make your Monday a little less torturous, here are some nice air-guitar songs. I'll work on a playlist when I have time to breathe.

Peace out cub scouts.

princess

Hi again.

I DVR'd the Royal Wedding and watched it Friday night after eating Chinese food and unsuccessfully attempting to help my friend with his English homework.

And gosh, am I jealous of Princess Kate.

Not because of Prince William (he's going bald before thirty, for God's Sakes) but because she is literally living a fairy tale. Her life is what all little girls dream about.

She is a princess. A real-life princess.

For some reason, the very word strikes me as magical.

And because I am me, I found it a teensy bit depressing. It reminded me of a bittersweet Taylor Swift song. Here it is (I know, two songs in one day! How lucky are you?)

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.

Nope. I'm just a little redheaded freshman nerd.

But you know what? I'm pretty okay with that, actually. I won't say that my prince will come one day, because a) it is awfully and sickeningly cliche and b) there is actually no guarantee.

I don't need to be a princess to be beautiful.

And I don't need boys to live a beautiful life. They're just kind of a bonus.

it won't last forever

Oh right, I have a blog.

I have oodles to talk about an entire Sunday to do it, so expect rapid fire blog posts.

Numero Uno: My Thursday sucked.

I am prone to bad days this year; I am a total stressbag and the first to admit it. One of my friends constantly tells me I care too much and I probably do, but that's a malfunction that has been hardwired into me.

So on Thursday, I was busy worrying and caring about ten trillion different things (mostly my friends. It's always my friends. I think I love them almost too much sometimes) and I was sick the previous day and had a panic attack circa one AM that morning and other social issues were bugging me and all of this amounted to a gigantic internal freakout in the middle of bio, which I managed to mask like a champ. I had it almost mastered through Spanish, but then we watched a suicide prevention/recognizing depression video in gym. Let's just say that didn't go over very well with my panic trigger.

Thursday was by far my worst day in a while, but I've recently started to embrace the fact that I'm just somehow prone to these. I know it won't last forever.

You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.

Love this song.