After 3 straight nights of shots. Granted, not many shots per, but still.
I’m writing this at my parents’ house next to my boyfriend in the room I slept in when I was in 8th grade, under the covers of a decade-old sheet and pillow set, on a super comfortable mattress we purchased in 2008 that has my body indented in it. Read More
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That’s another nail in the coffin of my childhood. I can’t say I was a very loyal fan; during Spencer’s original leave of absence I basically forgot about the band, and I didn’t listen to the second or third albums. It was weird when Jon Walker and Ryan Ross left, and I don’t listen to their music when perhaps I should. Ryan Ross was my favorite after all. That was probably a big reason why I stopped listening. Panic! At the Disco’s first album consumed an entire year of my young life, followed me through two more, dropped off the face of my earth, and then came back to me years later in the form of an internet friend telling me that they were listening to the fourth album and that I should give them another listen. He got me to download it.
Originally we were supposed to just stay out all day, but yesterday’s sun knocked us out about halfway through, so we ended up driving back for some rest at around 4, and stayed there until 10. I did get a tan though, and it was from walking around Wynwood, Miami’s art district.
I guess it’s really fitting that recovery comes with the smiles and the kindness of family. I have the smallest family out of the group I’m with, but I still feel that caring big family vibe when I decide to count my extended family and my friends, and their families, and I think this sort of inclusion, if sometimes grating and bothersome as families can be, was wholly invaluable to our activities yesterday. I mean, the first thing we did was go to the mall on a Sunday.
Dolphin Mall is gigantic and gorgeous and sure, it’s ultimately a shopping mall, but it also has a Dave & Buster’s, a bowling alley, a mini-golf course, and a movie theater alongside its dozens of sit-down restaurants and food court. It is the largest value retail shopping center in the Miami-Dade County. Plus, I needed a swimsuit that wasn’t from Goodwill. (And a top and two skirts from Garage, which basically doesn’t exist where I live.) Which reminds me, I still don’t have clothes for St. Patrick’s day. I need to fit that in somewhere.
Hope you all had a good Christmas and did something as relaxing as a nature hike with your family…
…risky as eating raw oysters at a Chinese buffet…
And I hope you spent time with friends…
And ate some bangin’ food :3
Went to the Saatchi & Saatchi ‘7×7’ Seminar at BB King after my volunteering shift! It was fantastic, although I wish everyone had more time to speak. That was the point though; seven people, with seven minutes each.
I also caught the end of the previous seminar, which was about social awareness through advertising with the creators in charge of the Truth campaign and Evolve’s gun safety campaign:
Don’t Be a Dumbass:
As well as Budweiser’s love affair with puppies continuing to make people ‘aw’ and cry and this time, warn people against drinking and driving.
We narrowly missed an off-topic and harrowing discussion about gun rights (and how no one should have guns, my god, why are you even encouraging this) and it seemed that everyone working on these particular projects were passionate and truly put thought into targeting my generation. Especially though, they were aware of slacktivism and made sure to supplement the awareness with activities; creating cab and towing programs to keep drunken people off the road, getting gun owners to sign a code of gun safety and trying to bridge the gap between gun owners and non-gun owners by engaging through social media, and acknowledging that as a culture we’ve come a long way for smoking, and that all there’s left is to burn it out.
Pomelo girl thoughts 