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

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

 

Summer

Hey, long time no talk. Before you get all mad, here me out! Ya girl has been busy!!! Actually ya girl will remain busy throughout the entire summer, but my leave of absence was very temporary and I promise to keep posting on here. In the first three weeks of summer I have learned a lot about myself. Like for instance, I may not hate children as much as I used to. Or, I’m not the pushover I used to be. I can be rebellious when necessary. I stay cool under pressure. I really value my alone time, more than I thought I did. I will go to great lengths to make those I love happy. Fulfilling childhood dreams is awesome *thanks ankle bracelets*. My short temper can be easily relieved. There are more things I have learned, but the biggest one is that I don’t want to be who I’ve been before. I want to treasure all of the relationships in my life. I want to stay in contact with my friends, no matter if I hate texting or not. I want to pursue what makes ME happy, not my parents. I want to stay happy and positive. I want to not care what others think about me. I want to stop caring about how society wants me to look or act. I want to be free and independent. This summer may just be beginning, but I feel as if something amazing awaits.
Three weeks down, six more to go.
-your favorite people person is back

Mamma I Made It

If you don’t follow me on social media, or you just happened to stumble upon this blog and have no idea who I am, I am officially a high school graduate. It honestly still hasn’t hit me yet and I doubt it will hit me until I’m in my dorm room without my parents. But, alas, it is true. Being an adult comes with many responsibilities. I’ve had to ask my mom for advice. Drive myself to graduation parties. I went to a bridal shower, that was fun. Um, I’ve had to let my friends pay for me because I had no money. All in all, being a graduate is pretty easy. What will I do when I’m all by myself with absolutely no help and no way to get home and ask my mommy what to do? I have no idea. I’m a little freaked out to be honest, but they did warn me that I was growing up (I just didn’t think it would happen so suddenly…). There are many things high school didn’t teach me, and now that I’m a big girl I’m realizing that I’m pretty screwed. I guess I could wallow in self-pity, but that’s not my style. Hannah Montana once told me that life’s what you make it. All the mistakes before have led me to this glorious, yet terrifying moment. I’ll make so many mistakes later on in life, heck later on today, but that’s the fun part. I may be nervous for the future, but at least I have one to mold and shape all on my own. Thanks to all the friends and family who have gotten me to where I am today. I hope everyone reading this knows that, no matter how cliche it sounds, your future is bright!!

-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

No Mo FOMO

FOMO
Fear of Missing Out
This strange phenomenon affects me probably a lot more than it should. It’s the reason I stopped watching people’s Snapchat stories. The reason I feel the need to post Snapchat stories when I am hanging out with my friends. It’s the reason I have a lot of passive aggressive tendencies whenever my friends hang out with each other and don’t invite me. I’ve had it for as long as my friends have been able to hang out with each other. I wish I could be able to feel happy that my friends have other friends, but I am really protective over my friends. And greedy, definitely greedy. I have seriously got to learn that my friends are their own people and do not belong to me.

But I am trying. Once you become confident in your relationships, you stop worrying about losing your friends to other people. I know that my friends becoming close to someone else does not affect our relationship. People grow and evolve. I’m growing and evolving. I’m no longer bitter or resentful. I’m free and happy. I might still have pretty bad FOMO, but I’ve learned how to enjoy the time alone.

Or to just ask other people to hang out with me.

-your favorite people person

Music again???

Yesterday I revisited old songs that used to be my favorites when I was younger. I realized that no matter how old I become, there are some songs I will never forget all the words to. There are some artists that I will never stop loving. There are so many moments associated with the music that shaped my life through all my years. Nights where I lived spontaneously, danced all night, had the time of my life and music was what made those moments so unforgettable. I know I talk about music pretty frequently, but there is just something about it that makes me feel alive. Moments when you find clarity, feel emotions you’ve never felt like falling in love, or having your heart broken. The music surrounds you, eliciting so many conflicting emotions. Swirling around inside of your head as you laugh, cry, scream. Music is actually therapy, believe it or not. Whole generations are defined by the music they listen to. Our generation, though? I don’t know if we can fit into one certain music genre. Now there are many different genres for the many different people our generation holds. I think it’s pretty beautiful how each of us find some genre of music to help us define ourselves. We are alternative, we are pop, we are rap, we are country. We are a generation with an unusual connection to the music that we love. And I couldn’t be happier that I have ears that can hear the beautiful symphonies that make me who I am. Thanks to all the people who are making music, aspire to make music, or who just love to support the artists and listen to it.

-your favorite people person who wishes she could sing