Danielle is 20

Which is significant because it means WE MADE IT.
Danielle, we made it. We spent our all our teenage years together. Every awkward moment, every embarrassing transition and rite of passage. Boys and prom and middle school and high school. And it was awful. And life is so wonderful now, you're so much cooler and stylish and free now. But life was wonderful back then too. Maybe we didn't do much, maybe we weren't impressive. But we certainly made it special.
Doing nothing with you by my side made adolescence bearable. So thank you.
Go do mad things now.
And with technology and memories and nostalgia, I'll be by your side.

THIS IS THE INTERNET SO HERE ARE SOME CATS:

hopping (TUMBLING????) on the bandwagon

yeah, so I've been feeling guilty about not posting anything here for the past few months...but I am a lazy human being and tumblr unfortunately is much better suited for laziness. That being said...I dunno! I always like having the beluga on a backburner. That is all.

(see how accustomed I've come to putting zero effort into this? no good)

-Danielle

too cool for school...in these boots only

Oh hai.

Let's consider this a FASHION post! Danielle and I love clothing so I don't know why we never really talk about it. Okay. SHOES!

Shoes are serious business. When I see a pair that I like-I mean really zone in to from like across the street or if I see in a catalog- I will remember the name and have the image burned into my brain. I will google it and read consumer reports and do some serious research because I'm a little bit anal about good shoes. That's not to say that I won't indulge in the occasional $20.00 pair I see in Target. However, if I'm into a pair of shoes, or really any article of clothing, I am very loyal to the brand. My boat shoes WILL be Sperry Top-Siders. If one day I do get wayfarers they WILL be Ray Bans. Same for bags and what not.

Well recently I've been very into Doc Martens 1460s specifically the white pair.

I saw them on this super cool chick in school and I was practically drooling.

If you are raising your eyebrow it is because you know me and you know that I can't pull these shoes off. I have a style and it's just not that edgy. I'm not cool enough for these shoes. So I let my Doc Marten dream go. However I still had this itch for a pair of lace up, military style boots but in a much more conservative black. SOOOO I introduce my new pair of shoes to you:



OOOOOHHHH YEAAAAH. I'm like in love with them a little bit. They're so cool. I tried them on in the store and my mom just wasn't completely sold because they're still not really my style BUT I insisted I could pull them off. And you know what? I can. My argument is that I'm 18 and should still be able to wear uber kick ass shoes while I'm young. I feel like a different person when I wear them like tough and BAD ASS and really just great. Austin saw me in these shoes today and he said, "You look different. You're always cute but with those shoes you look hot"

So in the end this post is really just about how hot I look. But I guess I can also spin it and add that people may shit all over these materialistic people who love getting new clothes and having all the hottest items but while it's cool to be ascetic and live simply some clothes can just make you feel better. Hooray!

OH OH OH! And part two of this shoe story betrays the first part because the original pair of these shoes (and the photograph above) are by the one and only Jeffrey Campbell which means they should be like $200. However...and this is where it gets weird...the brand (Crown Vintage) I got was from DSW and totally sketchy and weird and after doing some serious research I found this:

"I do market intelligence research for a living, so my first instinct was to check who owns the trademark for Crown Vintage. The trademark is owned by DSW itself, so I'm guessing it's a cleverly-concealed store brand that just so happens to be ripping off Jeffrey Campbell. Still, they're incredibly cute- my 2 are some of my favorite pairs. Wish they sold them online!!"-anonymous chick on some forum


So yeah nuts!! I'm wearing cleverly-concealed Jeffrey Campbell rip offs! Like they literally look the EXACT same and I feel really horrible about it because I'm not for fakes but........they're still cute. And in my defense I wasn't looking for copyright infringement shoes. Maybe the fact that they could (and should) get sued just makes these boots even more B.A.

The shitty movie to shitty critic ratio is 1:10

I watched Youth in Revolt this weekend with my boyfriend. The weekend was fabulous. The movie? Dry, pretentious and fucking annoying. And so, whenever I watch a bad movie I like to hit up RottenTomatoes to read nasty reviews which are easily my favorite kind of reviews. Why? Because I thrive on hatred? No. Because I like it when people agree with me.

Anyways I couldn't help but notice the numerous times a critic has name dropped Holden Caulfield in reference to any other rebellious youth in the history of rebellious youths. Quote: your average Holden Caulfield fanatic will find his tale fun


So in the name of any proper Catcher in the Rye defender, I have to say what the fuck. Seriously? It's offensive but most of all it's just lazy. I'm not going to get into details about why Micheal Cera's turd-faced character is nothing like The Catcher in the Rye's but if movie critics are going to claim to be writers than they should start acting like them. That means referring to literary characters with a level of intelligence beyond Spark Notes. You wouldn't write about how fans of Lolita will find the pedophile in Little Children familiar so don't fuck up with Holden Caulfield.

What I'm saying is if Nick Twisp is Holden Caulfield than that little black dog really is Albert Camus.

gay

This blog post was going to be about summer updates but you know what I feel like writing about? EFFING DYKES

Can somebody please explain to me why I love this website so much? Why do I have such a blast reading about this promiscuous lesbian?

I was thinking it had something to do with that weird study they did a while ago where scientists (probably gay, btw) found out homophobes were secretly turned on by man on man action.

But I'm not a homophobe.

I root for gay people in the way that I root for any minority group struggling for human rights.
I mean...

I don't LOVE THE GAYS because I'm SOOOOO OPEN MINDED AND OMG I HAVE A BEST GAY FRIEND WHO DOES MY HAIR AND GIVES ME SHOPPING TIPS AND IS SASSY AND AMAZING AND HE'S MINE AND I OWN HIM OH AND LESBIANS ARE COOL TOO EVEN THE ONES I DRUNKENLY KISS AT PARTIES BECAUSE GUYS FIND IT HOT.

where was I...

Oh yeah. Anyways this isn't about her being gay...actually it is. Mostly, she's hilarious and a great writer and is a pro at finding cool pictures on the internet to enhance posts. But I know a secret part of me is fascinated by this lifestyle that I will never be a part of. She loves women so much...it's flattering! Krista talks about fucking and fantasizing about women. But she's a girl, so it's not disgusting or piglike. This is not a double standard because effing dykes talks about women in a way that straight girls WISH straight men would talk about women. Is that confusing?



What I'm saying is...it's nice to be worshiped and awe-inspiring and desired and loved. So... much love to those who love.

sticks in the throat

Me: I had this really great gelato at WholeFoods the other day, it was AWESOME.

Bear: Wait, what? Like, the women's shoe?

Me:....Not stiletto. Gelato.

yuck

I don't know how I feel about this. There is nothing religious or too tree hugging about this aspect of my personality. I just feel really uncomfortable when I think about it.

I'm talking about killing bugs.

Don't get me wrong. I hate bugs. I think they're gross and creepy and if they weren't a significant part of our ecosystem and the earth's biodiversity I would be fine if they didn't exist. However, there is something unsettling about squishing a bug. I'm KILLING IT! I am ENDING IT'S LIFE. And sometimes I can't seem to shake that.

I mean, we can't be THAT arrogant to possibly think that it's okay to end a life just because they're gross. Right?

I don't know.
They are gross

in due time

Everyone is saying how boring summer is, but I feel like there's not enough time at all. I'm going to the motherland (GUATE) for a month, and that only leaves me with, well, a month more of "real" at-home summer. And this is a summer of stressful tense macroeconomic classes, so it feels like even less time. It's not like I'm entertained every second, but every time I have the opportunity to be bored, it feels kind of nice. I wonder if this is what all the rest of the summers of my life will be. I'm not complaining (ok maybe just a little bit) but it seems strange to think about. Basically, no longer will I be lounging around all summer, looking ahead into three months of complete nothingness. This is both good and bad. Mostly good, I guess.

To drive home this point, "There Is Never Enough Time," by The Postal Service:

In due time/We'll finally see/There's barely time/For us to breathe

leather-bound books and rich mahogany!

This makes me so sad.
For real, my bookcase (besides my clothes, of course) is the only thing in my bedroom that I even really consider mine, or representative of me. I don't think of my room as my room, really, it's just a place I stay in for now until I go back to school. Not that my dorm room is any homier...I just feel like it's too much effort (and too small a space) to try and make my room my own. Sure, I have posters on my walls, but I put them up knowing I'm going to take them down in a few months when I have to move again. But my bookcase is the one thing that has stayed constant ever since I moved to my current house nine years ago, and its my bookcase that I add to and rearrange with some weird sense of contentment and pride every break and whenever I'm bored. It's nothing impressive, but it's mine.
 Dreaming about my future house/apartment (I only do this SOMETIMES) I always include a small library. 
The pipe and scotch are optional. 
MAD BOOKS are not. 
Cell phones do not figure into this room one bit.

Next stop...TWITTER! JK

COMO ESTAN, BITCHES.
So I made a tumblr. Don't cry or anything. I'm still a loyal Mighty Beluga-er. It's just that my attention span is limited these days. It's the heat. I'm going to still write here. Blogger will always be in my heart to rant or talk about my day. I'm an internet woman! So don't you forget it.

Kay peas

post script: yes, I still live in this delusional world where I think people give a fuck.
GO HERE EVERYDAY:
http://junk-drawers.tumblr.com/

this coffee gives me two marginal utilities

What I've learned in my microeconomics class, and am in the process of relearning in my macroeconomics summer class:
Happiness can be measured. It's called utility. Or marginal utility? Something like that.
This is why I don't like economics. I'm also probably way off in my definition of utility but either way it sounds weird.

SIGH (auditorium)

CRISIS!
The new Time magazine's cover article was about facebook and how its changing the world and 5 bajillion people use it and it's how we connect and all that stupid shit. I think Time is actually a crap magazine compared to other magazines I should be reading but...
I don't know.

I have been second guessing myself and now I don't know what to do. I deleted my facebook a few months ago because I wasted too much time there and most of the time I just realized how much I hate everything and everyone. Yes, I am angst-ridden.

Being facebookless has made me realize who my true friends are-people I talk to on a daily or weekly basis and enjoy. I have also been able to concentrate on my school work and ignore petty rumors and gossip and scandalous photos.
However it's not like I don't enjoy projecting myself on the internet. THAT'S WHY I HAVE A FUCKING BLOG (that nobody really reads but whatevs).

However, going away to college means I can't keep in touch with everyone...

and I don't want to be forgotten by my fake friends!

Plus I'm buying a digital camera soon and what's the point of taking pictures without it.
Shit Okay.

I'll probably delete it when I head back to Boston.
I feel like I'm giving in, abandoning my principles.

On the other hand you're probably thinking
"Stop being so goddamn dramatic nobody CARES."
So fuck you world, I'm gonna re-enter the social network and pretend you do care.

well said

My boyfriend and I have been watching Lost on Hulu for God knows what reason. But basically we are hooked and have managed to reach season 5 already. Anyways we wondered why we wasted so much time to catch on with a fad that is past its coolness.
He said it better than I ever could have:
"I just like carving out a couple of hours of the week and spending them relaxing with you...
and being confused and aggravated."

Same old, same old

I suppose I should write something instead of lurking around here and commenting on Danielle's posts.
I've been home since Friday and nothing interesting has really happened.
Work doesn't begin until the end of June so I'm looking for things to do in the meantime. Volunteer stuff and what not. Already read my first book of the summer: Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas.
It's nice to go back to Tom Robbins after two semesters of pre-medieval texts but the lunatic writes about the same mystical stuff that may or may not be true and it gets pretty unoriginal. He's a one trick pony I can't stop paying to see.

That last line even sounded like Tom Robbins.

This summer, let's be original.
When I went to visit my aunt's house and saw my extended family for the first time in months they all told me: You look exactly the same.

Same thing happened when I saw Danielle's mother.

I guess, superficially, I don't change. But why should I? We will figure this out another time. In the meantime, I'm going to make a list. The way I always do.

Nice things awaiting me this summer:
warmer weather
books I don't have to write papers on
http://bookmooch.com/
a gift basket for my mother full of tasty European spreads and chocolates
la mia bicicletta
possibly practicing my Italian through paid conversation with a native
playing catch up
a decent tan
a decent paycheck

hiding in a lion's mane

DAAAAMMMMNNNN I thought my last post would be my last one from DC, EVER. I have been proven all kinds of wrong.

Hardxcore yearning to be home, but equally hardxcore yearning not to fail my first year of college. 

Been listening to loads of Iron & Wine lately and wondering where they/he has been the past five years of my life...when I cared about music. 

The Rooster Moans actually frightens me, when I put the words and the menacing strings together.

I keep hearing voices in the hallway and thinking it's my roommates coming home, before I remember that they've already all left to board their respective trains, planes, and cars...

Maybe there is some kind of connection with my new-found love for Samuel Beam (aka Iron & Wine), check out that facial hair, and my now-faraway, much happier-looking Bear-friend:

In other semi-related news, I've created a last.fm, just another way to NETWORK WITH LIFE-MINDED PEOPLE. Or a way to shut dear friend Matthew Danger Banks up. I don't know why I'm announcing this. Um...Mallory you should make one too.

Hopefully making my way back to Princeton tomorrow. Looking forward to the heat and the bikes and the friends.

micreconomics final

Mallory's home, out biking probably, and I'm holed up in study room 508 in DC trying to find books on the Gypsies, or the Roma, and figuring out how to "create an argument that will contribute to scholarship on the topic." Everyone has been gradually trickling out, but I'm still here, wishing I could do all the things that I had planned to do in the beginning of the year, mainly kayaking down the Potomac.
Thanks to procrastination, I now know that:

1. Anastasia, the movie, is pretty much ALL lies...chick totally died like waaay long ago (once upon a December...)
2. Capoeira is far beyond my skill level, but I will spend my summer trying to do a hand stand and working my way up from there.
3. Wayfarer sunglasses are best for faces with strong jawlines
4. Tyra Banks has rabies. Wait, what the fuck?
5. Mallory and I wrote funnier (funny?) posts when we were younger and more carefree. As in two years ago.

That is all.

Beware of Montezuma's revenge

There is currently no safe drinking water in Boston.
On one hand, I now realize how we take that luxury for granted.
On the other hand I'm way more thirsty than I once was.

Stuff I'm going to be learning about in the fall

World History since the 1500s
Advanced Spanish and Grammar
Comprehensive Musicianship (how to do fancy shit on a keyboard)
Archaeology
Biological Anthropology
Piano, in general
How to Deal with 17 credits, piano lessons, my own kitchen, a job, and an internship

(only writing this because this will be the only time I will get the opportunity to brag/complain without people telling me to get over myself. JUDGE ME NOT INTERWEBS)

sede por viagens

Beyond the East, the sunrise,
Beyond the West, the sea,
And East and West the wanderthirst
Will not let me be.
-Gerald Gould

fuck this fucking paper

texts from last night to my boyfriend

1. Ughh i cant do this. im too tireddd i only wrote a page.

2. and im so sleepy

3. im stuck on writing this paper and i just dont wanna. im so tired i wanna shoot this paper in the face

4. akdjfaoi im going to bed

5. my right arm feels tingly. i have leprosy. bed time. 

and then I died of leprosy. 

kay bye