Event #3- The Iconic CD

Hey what’s up hello. I am knee deep in homework and test prep after a very eventful weekend and decided I needed a break. So what do I do when I need to destress? Write, of course. I know these are being posted sporadically, but life is hard man. I feel like one of those youtubers who post like once every six months and blame it on how busy they are. I used to think that was such a lame excuse, but now I can see where they are coming from. I promise to post at least once a month, hopefully more, but I find that when I feel obligated to do something, even if it’s something I love, that makes me not want to do it. Yikes.

Event #3- The Iconic CD

Ok, if you think you know me well enough, I want you to shout out right now who my favorite band is. 3..2..1.. go!

 

If you screamed the Lumineers you are correct. (Partial credit will be given to those who shouted Walk the Moon or the 1975.) So the Lumineers first album came out in 2012, and I randomly asked for it as a Christmas gift because I really liked the song Ho Hey, I know I was one of those people. But, obviously, asking for that random CD is one of the best decisions I have ever made.

The Lumineers taught me that music is not just something you listen to, but something you feel. You’ve heard me rant countless times about how much I love music –I have two other blog posts about it… just saying– and how much it has impacted my life. Well, the only reason I began to feel this way was because of the Lumineers. Their songs have been with me for the past 5 years of my life. They helped me through the uncertainty of high school, the pain and the growth and the love, and will continue to be with me as i navigate these stressful college years. I have grown up with this band and I can’t describe how much Wes, Neyla, and Jeremiah mean to me.

I finally got to see them in concert this year in Raleigh, and man oh man, what an outer body experience that was. I could rant on and on about my love for them, but I’m going to end this post by saying thanks to my dad for getting me one of the best christmas presents I have ever received.

Don’t people, especially the ones in bands, just rock,

your favorite people person

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This Event Shaped My Life?

Don’t you just love clickbait titles! This one is pretty tame seeing as this post will actually be about an event that shaped my life. In case you haven’t read my latest blog, which you should go do, in the upcoming weeks I will write about five events that made me the person I am today. Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy yada yada, let’s get to it.

Event #2: Getting Braces

Omg yes, these perfect teeth did not just appear out of nowhere. I had braces for a pretty average amount of time, 1 year and 11 months. I like to say that and not two years because it makes me feel cooler. The years one has braces are admittedly some of the worst years ever, but I can only be grateful for that unbearable 1 year and 11 months.

In an earlier post-titled For Kass pt. 1 (I forgot everything she asked me about so there was no part 2)-I talk about my favorite part about myself: MY SMILE (there’s also a whole nother post about smiling, I Wanna See You Smile). Braces literally gave me such an amazing confidence booster in those regrettably awkward teen years I barely survived through. I remember writing in my diary about how I became beautiful once they were finally taken off. I figured I’d get a boyfriend promptly once they were gone-boy was I wrong. Of course I’ve battled with much more insecurity over the years, but braces granted me my first brief glimpse at self-love.  And a tumblr url… nsperfectteeth.

What was I thinking?

Yay! Event #2. Not the most spectacular of occurrences, but a very significant one to me. Shoutout to Dr. Long for fixing up my pearly whites,

your favorite people person

 

Um… hey?

Hey, what’s up? How’s it going? Me? Oh, yeah, I’ve been great.

Alright, alright. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but let me tell you right now college is a doozy and it’s hard to find time to even breathe let alone write. I recently turned 19, so I’ve decided to revive this url and give the people what they want. Or to finally give into my desire of sharing too many of my thoughts and feelings with everyone. You choose.

I’ve been trying to come up with something to talk about for forever. I was going to write about college. How I love my new friends, how I miss my old friends, how my mom became my best friend, how my dog sleeps in my bed every night now that I’m gone, how I text my dad on a regular basis now, how I found out that I’m the purest form of an introverted extrovert, how I became a vegan/vegetarian. And, I mean, if you want me to talk about these things please tell me, but today I’m going to talk about the five “events” that shaped my life. This topic didn’t come out of the blue, it was actually a project for my RA class. Oh yeah, I’m becoming an RA.

  1. Scraping my knees on my first day of preschool.     I’ve always been a huge nerd. I got too excited and the clumsy girl that I was, and still am, tripped in the driveway and created to gaping holes in her knees. I was also four, so they were probably just scratches. My dad fixed me up and on that day he became my best friend. A fleeting friendship that wouldn’t last through puberty, but a friendship nonetheless. I also gave up on being perfect that day. My body was officially scarred. I truly believe that day was a catalyst for the many scrapes, bruises, cuts, and gashes to come. I’m sorry mom and dad for being such a nuisance, but it was your genes that made me tall and lanky, so whose fault is it really?

This was number 1. I’m going to span these over five weeks because, thanks to the fast pace of our generation, no one would be able to sit through me explaining all five.

Man, I forgot how fun this was.

I’m back ;-),

your favorite people person

Talent

So last week I went to my school’s chorus concert and, may I just say, it was epic. I was honestly blown away. I really can’t even believe that I know people that are that amazingly talented. Shoutout to Lane, Claire, Julia, and DD you guys actually made me cry multiple times.

I’ve never really been the type of person to have one certain thing that makes them special. I’m an average dancer and singer. I was an artist, and I guess you can never lose a skill, but art isn’t really a talent you can show off on the spot. I tried gymnastics for awhile and was decently okay, but then I grew. I always felt like I never really had anything that made me worthy of some sort of praise.

I’ve always loved writing, though. I don’t know if I’m actually good at it, but I know that it’s something I never want to stop doing. As a kid I would write poem after poem, song after song, book after book. I don’t know what qualifies someone to be able to say they’re a writer, but I kind of want that to be my thing. There are so many other amazing talents that are way cooler than writing, but I’m seriously so happy that God chose this to be my “thing.” I’m also seriously happy that God chose you to read this because I wouldn’t have figured this out without you.

-your favorite people person

Storytime

Hey, I was going to show you guys a poem today, but I don’t feel like it. Instead, I’m going to take a page out of Austin’s book (eyecontacked.tumblr.com) and tell a story.

So, I happen to frequent the Y a lot. Monday night, I went with my friends Lauren and Cece to Zumba. The class was poppin, but that’s besides the point. Anyway, as we were walking out Cece found someone’s Y card left on the ground. I, personally, would have kept walking, but Cece is a way better person than me and decided to give it to the front desk.

We all part ways after that and, not even a mile from the Y, I realize I left my phone in the dance studio. I u-turn and speed to the Y wondering why on earth I can’t be more responsible. I park as close as a I can, race inside, scan my card, and run up to see my phone sitting on the exact bench I left it at.

I go back downstairs and as I’m saying goodbye to the people at the front desk, a man and his son walk in and ask if anyone has turned in a membership card.

I stop in my tracks. This must be a coincidence, I think. But then the lady scans the card Cece found, and, sure enough, it’s the man’s card! I smile to myself as I make my way back to my car and immediately text Lauren and Cece the cool news.

This story is meant to show that things happen for a reason. If I wouldn’t have left my phone, I would have never known that the small deed Cece did, that I pushed aside, actually made a difference in someone’s life.

Ok anyway, it’s a sad Saturday for sure, but it is Spring Break. Do something to make your day, or someone else’s, a little brighter.

-your favorite people person