December 2009
Simple Plan - I’m Just a Kid
Self-parody...
Dear Diary,
My mom is SO MEAN. She won’t let me leave the house because it’s snowing and she thinks I’m going to get in an accident. She’s such a drama queen! Ugh! I can’t wait until I’m old enough to move out.
NEW YEAR’S EVE IS RUINED.
- Caroline
Just another day in the life for this 23 year old. We actually yelled at each other on the front porch and then I...
“The reason of a resolution is more to be considered than the resolution itself.”
– Sir John Holt
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Creating one of these is the modern equivalent to constructing a valentine box from a shoebox and construction paper in second grade. But now it’s not mandatory to give something to everyone in the class.
So. Go ahead.
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The Aughts, A Retrospective
2000 - This is the year I didn’t look in the mirror AT ALL unless the lights were off. I brushed my hair in the morning to vague shadow of my face. I had braces and glasses and one time in Art, the entire class laughed at me for getting pastel crayon all over my face.
2001 - This is the year I started high school. I wrote step by step directions to help me find each of my classes. I had...
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Cover Me
There is something so intriguing about a really good cover. If you don’t enjoy covers, I don’t think we will ever truly understand each other, musically or otherwise. Not only are they the perfect blend of familiarity and surprise, but a good cover can balance irony with sincerity, forcing you to rethink every trite tune you ever heard. The lyrics are emphasized differently, or the...
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Mom
I find that as I get older, I am not becoming more like my mother, but she is becoming more like me. I swear, when she comes home from school she practically runs upstairs and yells at everyone not to talk to her.
We like our alone time.
My grandmother is perplexed by her middle aged adolescent.
2010, I Love You
I don’t often talk about my plans and goals on this blog. It’s partly because they’re so ambiguous and indefinite that I’m embarrassed even to whisper them. When people ask me what I want to do with my major (film), I practically cringe and mumble something about screenwriting that I dilute with modest practicality (“but I recognize that I’ll have to work my way...
A Day in the Life of My Living Room
I rarely venture up out of the basement, because this is what happens when I do:
Ellen’s talkshow is on TV. My grandma says something a tiny bit racist. My mom says something a tiny bit homophobic. And I go on a feminist rant about how women should be able to wear whatever they want without fearing public scrutiny.
The generation gaps are exhausting.
What Some Would Call An "Unhealthy Attitude"
I guess I don’t understand the idea of comfort food because it’s all I really eat. I’m certainly not going to eat something if it’s not going to comfort me. Food is meant to fill me with equal parts sustenance and joy. I refuse to accept anything less.
Lap of Luxury
Now that THAT’s out of the way, I can talk about how good it feels to come home early from work, tear off my uniform, and slide onto the softest sheets in the whole wide world.
Oh wait. Yup. Still talking about Christmas presents. Sorry, guys.
The One Where I Am A Very Spoiled Little Girl
I had a great Christmas, and, as usual, got totally spoiled. Here is the braggy post where I obsessive-compulsively catalogue everything I got for Christmas. I am incredibly grateful for all these awesome gifts.
Electronics:
- Kodak Zi8 Pocket Video Camera
-Classic Ipod (160 GB) in that cool slate shade
- Vidal Sassoon flyaway control hair straightener
Books:
- A Very New York...
It's Like They Think This Movie's For KIDS or...
You guys! The new edition of The Muppet Christmas Carol does not contain the song “The Love Is Gone”! What are they doing cutting out the heartbreaking bits?
I liked that part. Shut up.
Every Time a Bell Rings
Ok, so I know it’s cool to be all like “whatever bitches I only like funny Christmas movies about dysfunctional families and/or men who don’t realize they are not elves, and being sentimental is so 2009, which everyone knows SUCKED” but I have to say that my two favorite Christmas movies are still It’s a Wonderful Life and the Albert Finney version of Scrooge.
And...
Spoon - Black Like Me
All the weird kids up...
I needed them all.
I made some really good purchases at Target yesterday:
- red metal cupcake stand
- baby blue swiss dot Rodarte dress
- white super soft faux fur blanket
Merry Christmas to me.
The Waitresses - Christmas Wrapping
Bah humbug!
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I'm in 6th Grade
I’ve always preferred to be the coolest girl at the lame party than the lamest girl at the cool party. It’s why I went to college in Canada! (Just kidding, Canada!)
Being the coolest girl at the cool party never even crossed my mind. Can you even imagine?
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And then there's this.
Listen. I’m hyper-sensitive. I get that. I have spent the majority of my life agonizing over the things people have said to me - various slights, real and imagined. I have tortured myself with them. And I am increasingly doubtful about whether or not I’m an accurate judge of intentions.
What I’m trying to say is that I feel sad. And I don’t know who is to blame. But all I...
Underliners Anonymous
I am constantly battling with myself over whether I am a Girl Who Writes In Her Books or Not. For most of my life, I was decidedly Not. Then I decided it was ok, as long as it was only in books of poetry (I don’t know). Then in college, I allowed myself to write in my textbooks and the novels for my English classes. That’s when things got out of hand. I found that once I started...
Blue Christmas
I think the holiday sadness started around second grade. That was the year we made gingerbread houses. Mine was lovely, covered in candies and held together by creamy white frosting. And then I found out that we weren’t allowed to eat them. WHAT.
Santogold - I’m a Lady
Got my mind made...
Tumblr Crush
I kind of just assume that the writer of illinoisairship and I will get married someday. Just a hunch.
Here's Something:
I don’t know how to make a paper snowflake. At least not a pretty one.
Sometimes I really wish I was better at art because I feel like I should be. I wish that making things came easily to me. But everything I touch becomes instantly unlovely. I seem like the kind of kid who should be endlessly working on her oil painting, and filling up a sketchbook in her spare time. Instead I am a kid...
Romance For Curious Writers and Pessimists
I appreciate lovers who are interested in discussing ex-loves. It’s not something I can keep quiet about. If I like you, I want to speak candidly about everything. My past is never my past, and I want to tell you the terrible details. I want to hear your impressions of pretty girls. (Why were they so pretty? Why did you want them so badly?) I want to know about the parts of them that...
Sia - The Girl You Lost To Cocaine
See,...
What Could I Possibly Have Been Thinking?
I find myself disproportionately angry at song-writers who use a similar line in 2 (or more!) songs. All I can think about is how many many poems I wrote in 11th grade and how acutely aware I was when I used even a particular word more than once. I would chastise myself and furiously delete the word, as though all my readers would remember that of course I had already used the word...
Holy shit, I'm a good cook
Is it weird that I consider a giant grilled cheese sandwich on peasant bread and a glass of wine a really terrific dinner?
Seriously, if I needed to win your love, I would make this for you, and your heart would melt into buttery, oozy, melted cheese.
I Consider Myself "Adventurous"
thesquink:
I love this blog. I’m usually one of those online “skulkers” who mostly read what others write, never post a comment, and never send an email, so I haven’t really made my love of nogreatillusion’s blog known before. But I just feel like nogreatillusion, whoever she is, is someone that I could really relate to. I want to heart-like every little snippet she writes because she...
“Sex is nostalgia for sex.”
– Andy Warhol (via whokilled)
A Simple Way To De-Stress:
Go through your underwear drawer. Throw out every pair that doesn’t make you feel like a million bucks. The ugly, comfortable, faded pairs you’ve kept for an embarrassingly long time? That too-small pair by some teen-targeted department store brand that cuts into your hips? The thongs you bought because they were cheap and cute, but you never wore, not even once? You do not need these...
from soundtrack to Amelie
Sometimes they play...
Dear Cellphone,
We’ve been together for a long time. You were the second cellphone I ever talked to. When we met, I was 19 and undemanding. I had been with my last cellphone for only a year, but I really wanted one with the digital clock on the outside. And a camera! A camera in my phone! I was easily impressed. And though we stayed together for years, you and I never really hit it off quite right, did we?...