oh, it is love.

Things I love a little too much...

I have to be honest, there are too many of these things. When I love something, I tend to love it. It's a problem. I recognize that. And that's the first step, right?

I wouldn't normally write about stuff like this (I don't like admitting that I can be a tad obsessive), but I like to think of this post as a kudos to a few things I love. Also I am being anti-social and avoiding reading Robinson Crusoe...

In no particular order:

1) Parachute. Surprise, surprise, right? I bet none of you (all two) saw that one coming. But, sigh, I have to admit it. I remember vividly the first time I heard one of their songs (I won't bore you with the account). I stopped what I was doing and devoted my full attention to them. I remember seeing them in person, and running on the adrenaline for the next 24 hours. Their music never fails to put a smile on my face. It also doesn't hurt that they are quite cute and rather funny. My condition is worse as of late because their new album is looming closer and they have already released an amazing single.

I know. I have a problem.

2) OK Go. Especially Damien Kulash. I mean seriously, who else can pull off brightly colored skinny jeans or clashing paisley? Non one. They are famous for their music videos (which are brilliant). They are under appreciated for their music, ingenuity, and independence (they split from traditional labels).  I love the idea of OK Go. And they are the only ones who could pull it off. Who plays hand bells at a concert?

I'm starting to feel like that guy on Weekend Update who says "I love it!" Also I feel like this entry has a lot of parentheses.

3) House. I realized that I have been watching this show since its second season. It is in the middle of its seventh. I am pretty sure I've seen every episode at least once. I am too emotionally invested in most of the characters. Yes, I have cried while watching it. More than once.

4) The Hunger Games series. Thank you Sary. What can I say, I love distopia. I love the brutality and fierceness. I love the dandelion. The movies better be awesome; they have the potential. Also, I love making other people read these books and watching them fall in love too.

Honorable mentions:

Music) Jon McLaughlin and Joe Brooks.  Jon McLaughlin's piano is incredible. Seriously, watch him play. It's crazy. And Joe Brooks is just delightful. I'm not as obsessive about these two, but I would venture that I still love them as much or more than the average person likes their favorite band.

TV) Community. Just started watching it this year and it is great. And everyone is right, Modern Warfare (the paintball episode) is incredible.

Books) Too many to list. Atonement by Ian McEwan. Markus Zusak's books. Crime and Punishment by Dostovesky. And of course Harry Potter. Harry Potter should probably go into the category of "love too much" but it would need it's own post. It was the original "love too much" and still holds a huge place in my heart. Except for that epilogue. That can go.

There are too many other things as well. And people. I promise not to waste your blog reading time and my blog space with stuff like this too often.

all will be well...

...you can ask me how, but only time will tell.

Not many people say they are thankful for their hair. They either don't think about it or don't mention it. Mentioning it would be equivalent to a giant sign that read "I'm a vain, self-centered person". Something about this sign reminds me of Joel McHale's character on Community, who I love, but really no one should say they are thankful for their hair. Well, I am.

I found out last night, or maybe just more fully understood, that one of my friends is losing her hair. She is sick and has no real solution for her rapidly disappearing hair.

There is a picture of us on my desk. Both freshly out of a pond, wearing light blue swimsuits, blonde hair, blue eyes. Despite those basics we don't actually look that similar. I've always been jealous of her naturally slim figure and huge blue eyes. (My eyes all but disappear when I smile). But the point is, the two of us were always the smart blondes. We always had that in common. That's who we were in jr. high before she moved away. And I thought we would always be part of this group.

I've never dyed my hair. I now feel guilty for every day I've complained about a bad hair day. And every time I've panicked because I've just cut off five inches of hair. Five inches sounds like it might be freak-out worthy, but it really isn't for me. I'm about the only one who notices my hair is now higher on my back. I want there to be something I can do for her. Hair might be material, but I don't know what I'd do without mine. It's like a security blanket.

"All will be well, even though sometimes this is hard to tell and the fight is just as frustrating as hell"

I listened to this song last night (and coincidentally, just began playing again) as I thought about my friend and I couldn't seem to fall asleep. She is an amazing and strong person, one of the most brilliant I know, with more confidence than I can shake a stick at. She will be fine. But she deserves better.

oh what a way to start the new year

I've always had a battle with New Years Eve. The first one I really remember was the millenium and so naturally there was a huge party. Ever since I have expected it to be an exciting holiday. It hasn't been. My family tends to go to bed around nine. And yet every year I get unnecessarily excited. Another case of wishful thinking.
This year was still no Times Square. But it was better. Natalie M. and I planned to have an adventure. And after midnight we did. We convinced Justen to teach us to dance. We spent the next two or more hours spinning around on the stage in Sun Valley. (Sure I might have thrown up at one point, but hey you ahve to start the new year off with a bang, right?)
To be honest, I'm not ready to go back to school. I always wanted to go farther from home and experience somewhere new, but the longer I am home and with my family the more I hate leaving. I panicked before going to school last fall, but this time I know I'll be fine as soon as I am there. It's just a little adjustment now.
"Because we have 364 more days" A quote that used to appear everytime I turned on my old phone. It's from a song aptly named "New Year" by a band I am a little too in love with. Last year I listened to it as I fell asleep on New Years Eve. This year I just played it in my head, but I think it represents a new future but in a much more manageable time frame.

So here's to "I still have hope that this could be my year because we have 364 more days, one million chances left"