Parties of one.
I certainly have no objection to movies and books set in the halls of high schools - my Netflix account shamlessly reveals my tastes for “High School TV Dramas” or “Teen TV” and admittedly I have a soft spot for books whose characters are navigating the hallowed halls of fictional prep schools, whose greatest drama involves prom or getting into college. However, I like happy high school stories. When I was recently convinced to watch “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” it was only after a certain amount of protesting that I agreed. I don’t like watching people be sad or lonely, certainly not voluntarily. The part where he eats lunch alone in the cafeteria? Heartbreaking.
Strange that it breaks my heart to see someone dining solo in a movie, but in real life I really enjoy the occasional lunch alone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first person to offer the cliché, “We should totally get lunch!” line to someone and I like the company — but I also really enjoy cozying up in a booth by myself for a few hours to read, write and carry out the phone calls I should have made days ago. Maybe it’s because it’s voluntary solitude? Perhaps it’s because in college company is easier to come by and time alone is what tends to take planning? Either way, as long as the food is worthwhile and the location is right, I enjoy my own company. (#thingsonlychildrensay)
Here’s to the season of no lifeguard chairs, where dogs freely roam the beach and the wind is a little more harsh as it blows through your hair. Cheers to the water still sparkling and the sun still setting perfectly. Though the waves are still navy blue, and the sand still shimmers as water races across its back, gone are the ones who survey the water from their lofty wooden chairs and gone are the crowds they protect. This is beach season for one, a time to take walks and watch the skies as the clouds race across them pierced by the occasional flock of geese flying somewhere south in a carefully composed V. As days grow shorter and the beach grows longer, here’s to the warmer days passed and those that will follow.
I swear I’ll stop complaining.
Any gent who has dated me can assure you that I’m by no means low-maintenance. I’m pretty realistic about the fact that I like nice things and certainly can’t claim to have inexpensive tastes. As I’m learning this summer though, what apparently really makes me happy has more to do with where I am and more specifically my proximity to the ocean.
I was recently asked what I usually do for fun in the summer, and realized that it basically boils down to being at the beach. Constantly. As in, every single day for the past three days. In a way maybe that’s boring or predictable. Then again, there’s a beautiful sort of consistency to being able to trace memories back to the same place. There’s nowhere else I’ve read hundreds of books over the years, had thousands of important conversations, and spent millions of minutes admiring the ocean, clouds, stars, and sand. Cheers to summer 2012 beginning where it should: 2nd beach.
Preface the following with the fact that I love Kate Spade. They do so much so well (especially in terms of having a digital presence). Thus, I am confused about the video this link directs to. My concerns:
1. I don’t think this video showcases the clothes enough.
2. It doesn’t seem like the usual Kate Spade feel…I almost get Old Navy vibes which is terrifying.
3. I find the wall paper distracting, although I appreciate the effort to be matchy-matchy.
4. The music choices feel off. See point 2.
I’m not sure what it is about the video, but something(or perhaps a few?) seems off. Do others agree?
Had to take a new picture for an ID today, and did so begrudgingly because the old one was a picture with a legitimate smile. The kind you pray for in photographs: not over-the-top (OTT) calm, cool, easy and (presumably) attractive. The kind of smile you know will convince the person verifying your identity to give you the green light simply because you just look like you have your life together based on the picture. Rarely do such photographic events occur within the walls of a government-official building, and so I was especially quick to ask the attendant if perhaps we could just, you know, keep the old picture and save her the trouble of having to take a new one? Alas, my feigned concern was not humored and the new ID does not rival the old one.
I consider myself to be a really optimistic person. I routinely find myself grinning as I walk around campus at school or drive around at home, and I’ve probably looked like a crazy person more than once for giggling to myself as I went about my day. That being said, it is utterly perplexing to me when my smile in pictures is not as consistent as my outlook on life. I’d say I probably only really nail about 30% of the smiling opportunities I’m given. I envy people who can bang out beautiful, toothy smiles without a second thought.
Then again, perhaps the point is not to be able to smile as though you’re having the best day every time a photo is being taken. Maybe it’s better to just hope that someone manages to capture the moments in life when you’re truly happy.