My bags are packed. See you in France.

It is 12:52 am on 19.May.2011 which means technically I leave tomorrow, 20.May.2011 but tomorrow isn’t “tomorrow” until I get a decent 7 hours of sleep. 

I have shoved all I can into my smallest form of luggage. A hiking backpack. All I need is a granola bar and some Birkenstocks and call me a damn cutie. Where’s my neck bandana?

With the packing off my chest (literally, and onto my back) and realizing that my friends’ schedules and mine have clashed so hard this week, I’m ready to get the hell out of the states and scare the shit out of myself with french-speaking babes that talk too fast, and weird animal body parts I would only consume in Europe. 

Preparing to leave the country for 6 weeks is like preparing to have a baby. I am pregnant (terrible adjective) with stress. I have cried over basically anything that produces an emotion in my body and my already spazztastic personality has escalated into a timebomb. Except when I explode, I cry. Like I said, I am pregnant with stress and I am also a girl. 

Oh, another thing that gets me real crazy, is that I have a boyfriend which makes me have feelings that make me not want to go anywhere but be sappy and cute with him. I’m kidding about the sappy and cute part, but I wish he could hop in my luggage and guard me from creepy french boys/ be cliché avec moi in Paris. Right?

This semester of college has drifted me apart from my family. I go to the University of North Florida and I live at home with my parents and older sister. We are all working, and I also am at school. None of us are home altogether so preparing for this trip has been taken into bits and pieces. As sad as it is, I think my going away will bring my family and I closer together.  What’s about to happen will be good for all of us. For the first time in all my life, I have a chance to be independent and I am looking forward to it. 

I am prepared to freak out. I am prepared that something will go wrong. I am prepared to experience anything but I know I don’t have to prepare myself for what a great time I will have. It will happen. 

I hope I have the patience to get on Tumblr again and keep posting about my time in Strasbourg, France. We’ll see. I hope I can get good wireless internet connection. We’ll see. For now, à bientôt!

Wish I heard this sooner. 

acehotel:

Hauschka is the musical alias of Volker Bertelmann, the German-based piano tinkerer who’s been popping up everywhere lately. His mischevious, elegant intervention in conventional views of the piano have captivated many, including us. We’re thrilled to host him in The Cleaners at Ace Hotel Portland tonight at 7pm for The Piano as Soundsource. He’ll be speaking about his work - which includes the marriage of piano strings with implements as diverse as bottlecaps, ping pong balls, vibrators, lighters and wire - and his creative and recording process. He is joined by his drummer Samuli Kosminen, originally of múm.

Volker and his team play a live show at Holocene after the lecture at Ace. We’ll see you at both, with bells on.

Have you been to Berlin?

I’m going to Berlin this summer, alongside a visit to the Netherlands, Münich, and who knows whatever stops I have to take in-between. I really need to get the low-down on Berlin, since I am the most unfamiliar with it. Any suggestions would do my planning some good. Ciao!

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copydesk:

I’m a semifinalist in a contest to win an all-expenses-paid trip to either USC or Columbia College for a four- or eight-week course in which I learn all about social media and video-making. A part of my prize would be a $1,000 grant for new camera equipment.

Thanks so much, everyone and YouTube!

Optical Illusions get my brain going.
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| ♕ |  Surreal Entryway, The Magritte Museum, Brussels

photo by travelbelgium | via sunsurfer

Optical Illusions get my brain going.

ysvoice:

| Surreal Entryway, The Magritte Museum, Brussels

photo by travelbelgium | via sunsurfer

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Boogie Nights OST

Melanie - “Brand New Key”

In my head all day. 

Textual Messages. I have received this message before.

Textual Messages. I have received this message before.

What do you do when you go to the beach fully-clothed and there is a sandstorm? You make a stick house, durr.

A string and some plastic. Otherwise known as a kite. 

CVS Pharmacy. $3. 

The Night Stalker. 

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