so here's the thing

recently, i've been so stressed out over college and school and everything that i've sort of been taking everything for granted. and this thanksgiving break, i realized how genuinely lucky i am. i mean, i've been so focused on my future that i haven't really been living in the present. that may sound cliche, but it's absolutely true.

so over break, i made a list of things that i am truly grateful for. and i've promised myself that i'm not going to let the big scope of things distract me.

death cab for cutie. butterfingers. fuzzy socks. pumpkin spice lattes. pretty scarves. mix cd's. taylor lautner's abs. cheesy lifetime movies. driving with the windows down. sunsets. johnny depp. acing that test you thought for sure you would fail. laughing until you cry. cute boys. late night phone calls. mashed potatoes. best friends. squigley quigley. glee. bubble baths. cookies at harris teeter. panera bread soup bowls. margaret atwood. choir music. charlotte russe sales. cheerwine. the avett brothers. lame facebook quizzes. blobfishes. inside jokes. sleepovers.

The Ballad of Love and Hate

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can't wait to see you again.

Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.

Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your's and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm your's and that's it, forever."

You're mine and that's it, forever.

-Avettt Brothers

It's that time of year

when I don't feel like doing anything and so i write a new blog.

so. for starters, senior year is NOT easy. whoever said that is full of lies.

speaking of lies, robert pattison fans are upset that johnny depp won sexiest man alive. it would have been the biggest lie ever if people gave that award to the excessive user of hair gel.

speaking of twilight, i hate working when new movies come out.

speaking of movies, this middle-aged man bought a ticket to planet 51 today. by himself. i almost cried.

speaking of crying, last night i watched "the notebook" and "brokeback mountain" at the same time. i was a wreck.

speaking of wrecks, i've had my license for over a year and haven't gotten in one yet! woo-hoo!

speaking of years, at this time next year i will be in college.

speaking of college, COLLEGE. COLLEGE. COLLEGE.

speaking of chapel hill (as that's where i'll be going, fingers crossed), i can't wait until i'm in a city that has a really cool music scene because then maybe i'll actually get the chance to see ingrid michaelson and regina spektor.

speaking of concerts, i'm going to merlefest in may to see the avett brothers! i'm counting down the days and it's only november. that's how crucial this event will play in my life.

speaking of crucial events, spontaneous coffee dates with your best friend is good for your soul.

tis all :)