my year in music

Here is my end of the year playlist! True to my nature, and my year, it includes...well, pretty much every genre possible except like death metal because I'm not about that. I like thinking about my year in terms of the music I listened because it's a really cool and convenient way to look back on it and see all the different things I went through.

Los Campesinos are winter-thinking-about-summer music. Vampire Weekend, especially their new album, is more like actual summer, excitement and anticipation and freedom. Lana Del Rey is driving around on hot, sunny days, imagining our lives are more exciting than they are. Arctic Monkeys are angst and frustration and wanting to dance and going to football games and so much more -- they were most of this fall semester, honestly. The National is sad, late nights doing homework. Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros are their concert, and Maroon 5 is their concert, except for "Sunday Morning" -- that is pure contentedness, a brief moment of happiness. One Direction is, all at once, IHOP breakfasts and obsessions and the rides to and from school. They are everything.

Katy Perry reminds me of cross-country; "Mirrors" reminds me of scraping paint off a house. "Landslide" and "Rivers and Roads" are thinking about how much has changed and will changed and being a bit sad about it. "17" is, you know, turning seventeen.

I'll talk about the specifics of this year later, maybe. In the mean time, enjoy the playlist. I'm sorry about the Chris Brown.

feels like we've been living in fast forward

This post goes out to Ana for saying she missed my posts. In case you ever want me to do something, that's really all it takes. I miss blogging, too. I mean, it's not an active missing, but when I think about it, I do. Luckily for you, after a short break from school for Thanksgiving I am experiencing a bit of what one might call senioritis. I was doing so well, you know, but once you give me a few days off, man, I can't go back. It really ruins the streak. But what better way to combat this lack of motivation than to blog? There is no better way. It was a rhetorical question. Here we go again.

It's been a hella weird year for sure. I keep saying that and I don't know why but I'm pretty sure it has been.

Like that time last week when I ended up in the hospital...haha...crazy Friday night, am I right? Okay, what actually happened was this: I was out to dinner for my friend's birthday and it was all going smoothly, weird conversations about almond milk aside, until I went to the bathroom right before we were about to leave. As I was coming out of the bathroom, I put my hand right on the wall by the door, and somehow, when the door slammed shut, my finger got caught. I walked back to the table in pain, looking extremely anguished. My friends looked confused and asked me what was wrong. I started motioning to my hand, started to say that I slammed it in a door, haha, silly me, when I actually looked down. There was SO much blood. I ran back to bathroom, not knowing what to do. I don't want to gross you out, but yeah, it was bleeding a lot. My friends came and found me a minute later. By that time I was super dizzy and nauseous and pale; I couldn't stand straight so they told me to sit down. I never lost consciousness but I was super woozy and kept thinking "this can't be happening." No one really knew what to do so one of my friends called an ambulance and I had to answer a lot of questions for the restaurant people filing some report (I'm so sorry) and when the EMS people came. They put me on a stretcher (even though I probably could have walked) and into an ambulance. From there I went to the hospital, where my mom met me, and they got to work fixing me up. I got some stitches and some medicine. By that time I was okay; it was mostly at the beginning when I was freaked out.

It was definitely kind of a surreal experience for someone who has never been in the hospital before, but everyone was super cool about it. My friends came to the hospital, even though they had to stay in the waiting room. I did get to talk to Luxy and apologize for ruining her birthday, although later she said it was the most exciting birthday ever. So there's that.

I didn't write a Thanksgiving post, but, cliche as it is, that night made me realize all the things for which I am so grateful. I'm lucky that other than the occasional accident/self-inflicted injury, my health is pretty good. I'm lucky it was my left hand, not my right. And, maybe most of all, I'm lucky to have people who care about me. I'm thankful for everyone who asked how I was doing in the days following, and just in general. I'm thankful for people. Okay. Good. Cheesy part is over.

I am 7/11ths done with college apps (oh em gee 7/11 see what I did there?) and I have gotten into two schools so far. So that's cool, even if it's ruined my motivation to finish the remaining supplements. Honestly though, it doesn't feel real. Maybe because of that, I've not been worried about college too much lately. I've just been shrugging it off to think of later. Where do I want to go? Eh, I'll figure it out in, like, April. Whatever.

I went to Kansas City for Thanksgiving, and this tweet of Tavi's describes my vacation pretty well. The most important takeaway is that I watched all the One Direction X-Factor video diaries in one night and my life has meaning once again. God bless them all.

This turned out pretty long and, unfortunately, I still have to do my homework. :( Hope you all are doing well! If you're not, just watch this. You're welcome. I'll try to be back soon -- I'm working on my ~2013 playlist~ so that's exciting. I'm trying to have more songs with explicit warnings than I did last year so I still need to add some. Bye!