SUM SUM SUMMA TIME

I've been doing the same for almost a full week now.

REMINDER

SHE'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW

PERFECT PERFECTION WHOA

Diana: hang on you're not in 145 are you?

and I'm at the library

it's about to close so I'm packing up

me: omg

Diana: because I'm in stats 145...

me: are you taking 145

Diana: no!

NO

me: YES

Diana: YES

me: YES

Diana: OMG

YES

me: HOLY SHIT

Diana: HAHAHAHA

PERFECT

ahahahahhaha

me: OMG I AM ECSTATIC

Diana: when is your section?

OMG ME TOOOOOOOO

me: how did we not discuss this?!
Diana: mine is hahahahIDK 830 in the morning MWF

bleh

me: hahahahaha

Diana: but we can STUDY TOGETHER!!!!!

me: mine is MWF 1.30

YES YES YES
a

Diana: yes AND DO HW TOGETHER

me: nd

do homework together!

Diana: YOU BITCH I HAD CLASS DURING THAT TIME

me: YES!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHA

Diana: YESSSSS

HAHAHA

OH GOD

I NEED TO PACK UP

THE LIBRARY IS CLOSING!

me: NOOOOO

Diana: man, another instance where i need caps plus lock, you know?

hahaha

me: WHEN IS YOUR RECITATION?!

Diana: hahahaha

1130 TR you?

me: so your quiz is thursday?

Diana: man, I didn't do my hw yet!

YES

OMG

me: 2.30 WF

Diana: PERFECT

PERFECTION

WHOA

me: hahahahahah

When I talk to Diana, everything feels like the best thing ever. Unflagging enthusiasm! Also, stats study buddy!!

TRITE BUT IMPORTANT EPIPHANIC DREAMS

Everyone who sees our new apartment comments on how much better it is than our old apartments, which is true, it is far far better, but come on now, the old apartment wasn't that gross was it?

I have this huge bedroom now. And not one but two closets. And a roommate who is not just a roommate but a friend. And a spacious kitchen. And friends who are also neighbors out walking their dog. And a neighborhood.

Crazy things are afoot. It will be nice, I think, when classes start so I can devote time to things like grammar and ballet instead of massive important all caps scary life-things like LOVE and RELATIONSHIPS OF ALL KINDS. If it's not one thing it's another.

RELEASE (FEELS SO GOOD)

Diana
whAT
WHAT
WHATTTTTTT???????????

Sam
yeah.

Diana
whoa
whoa

Sam
yes

Diana
WHOA
LIKE YOU ARE BLOWING MY MIND
WHAT

Sam
I KNOW RIGHT MY MIND IS BLOWN TOO

Diana
?!?!?!?!?!

Sam
yeah man
sucks

Diana
WHY ISN'T THERE A BIGGER SIZED CAPS LOCK

Sam
hahahahahahah
HAHAHAHAHA
I KNOW

Diana
HAHAHAH RIGHT?

Sam
dude you like understand how nuts this is

Diana
like that's insane
uhmmmmmm
wo
w
omg
implications are just starting to smack me in the face

[...]

Diana
lets pull out a dictionary you know, and just list all the words that no longer fit

Sam
hahahah ayeah
oh god
i'm so glad you're back

I HAVE ARMS FOR THEM

After a fairly chance run-in with my sister at O'Hare, I was convinced I couldn't get any happier for the rest of the weekend.

But then I saw Maite's sweet, smiling face!

But then Lauren and I skipped through the gates of Union Park just as Yo La Tengo started playing Autumn Sweater!

But then Adam was tackling me!

But then there was Alex right behind him!

But then I was able to hang out with guys I hadn't seen since Pitchfork two years ago!

But then it was Saturday and the lead screamer for Fucked Up tore beach balls and dolls apart with his teeth, then landed in front of me and spared a moment for a big, fat, sweaty, hairy hug!

But then I got tossed into Casey in the middle Fucked Up and attacked him with hugs--probably the last thing he was expecting in the most fun/insane pit of the weekend!

But then I was able to experience Beirut as a tall person would, thanks to Grant's willingness to carry me through most of the set!

But then we were somehow, surprisingly, able to charm our way up to The National stage!

But then, on Adam's and Grant's shoulders and with the help of a huge group of strangers shouting her name, I was able to find Lauren and direct her toward us!

But then The National was so beautiful on a beautiful night with beautiful friends!

But then there was discussion of moving to Chicago next year...and living with Adam and Andrea?!

But then Maite and I came close to dying several times during The Thermals, saved only by holding onto each other for dear life and Alex not letting go!

But then we didn't move more than a few feet for eight straight hours, which could have been awful but instead was made spectacular by having badass neighbors!

But then, OH MY GOD M83 WAS PROBABLY THE DANCIEST, HAPPIEST, MOST HEART-BURSTING-WITH-LOVE LIVE PERFORMANCE I'VE EVER BEEN INVOLVED WITH! The degree of camaraderie with the friends we had just made was incredible! Now I like Couleurs even more!

But then there was Gobstoppers coated in Junior Mints, water appearing miraculously from kind strangers the second people start to feel the effects of the heat and crowd, and kisses all around!

But THEN, of course, there was fucking Wayne Coyne in his bubble, masses and masses of confetti, fist-pumping, sing-alongs, dance-alongs, and me crowd-surfing, HA!

But then we went out dancing and I got to meet up with the one and only love of my life and really, the weekend couldn't have had a better conclusion!


I woke up this morning without a voice and barely able to move; muscles I didn't even know existed hurt like hell but in the most satisfying way imaginable.

HTTP://GUYTIPS.TUMBLR.COM

Everything today has been done with PURPOSE.

Things get complicated, and Boylands are necessary to muddle through the muckiness.

DOES IT BREAK MY HEART, OF COURSE, EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY, INTO MORE PIECES THAN MY HEART WAS MADE OF, I NEVER THOUGHT OF MYSELF AS QUIET, MUCH LESS SILENT, I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THINGS AT ALL, EVERYTHING CHANGED, THE DISTANCE THAT WEDGED ITSELF BETWEEN ME AND MY HAPPINESS WASN'T THE WORLD, IT WASN'T THE BOMBS AND BURNING BUILDINGS, IT WAS ME, MY THINKING, THE CANCER OF NEVER LETTING GO, IS IGNORANCE BLISS, I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT'S SO PAINFUL TO THINK, AND TELL ME, WHAT DID THINKING EVER DO FOR ME, TO WHAT GREAT PLACE DID THINKING EVER BRING ME? I THINK AND THINK AND THINK, I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF OUT OF HAPPINESS ONE MILLION TIMES, BUT NEVER ONCE INTO IT.

--Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Ughhh I'm SOOO SICKFACE. And stuck in this stupid hotel proctoring a stupid exam while listening to my stupid nose run and my stupid tummy grumble.

HOTDOGS, HALLWAYS

I've been as amused as the folks over at Gawker by the "hipster grifter" story:

There are three reasons people have instantly become such voracious consumers of Kari Ferrell news (besides "the hard work of talented journalists etc."):

1. She is so much like you or your friends or someone you know. All us young urban cools relate, right? Yes! Just like your neighbor!
2. But yo she was seriously totally psycho. Come on, the frauds and ripoffs or the fake cancer or the fake pregnancies or the other assorted lies would pass for normal one at a time. But all in one place—she was the holy grail of the outwardly cool, inwardly crazy and dangerous person you met at a bar one night.
3. She had the misfortune to perpetrate her fraud in the midst of the most self-absorbed, writing-intensive demographic, and zip code, in all of America. Sucks for her. [via Gawker]

So funny/awesome/ridiculous.

OF COURSE YOU'RE A FRAUD, OF COURSE WHAT PEOPLE SEE IS NEVER YOU. AND OF COURSE YOU KNOW THIS, AND OF COURSE YOU TRY TO MANAGE WHAT PART THEY SEE IF YOU KNOW IT'S ONLY A PART. WHO WOULDN'T? IT'S CALLED FREE WILL, SHERLOCK. BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S WHY IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY IN FRONT OF OTHERS, OR TO LAUGH, OR SPEAK IN TONGUES, OR CHANT IN BENGALESE--IT'S NOT ENGLISH ANYMORE, IT'S NOT GETTING SQUEEZED THROUGH ANY HOLE.

--David Foster Wallace