I know I never post on here any more, but if you’re interested in hearing about my trip to study journalism in the Middle East, my blog is http://www.clarecoughlan2012.wordpress.com. I’ll be here in Jordan for three more weeks!
Texts you honestly aren’t surprised to receive from your best friend at 2 am
Jewish Giant At Home With His Parents In The Bronx, NY - Diane Arbus, 1970
Aside from the hour I spent with three friends last week, I haven’t seen anyone from my high school at all this break. And I’m so happy about it. Is that weird? My dad keeps trying to talk to me about these people from my high school that of course I knew about, but probably never spoke to, and I keep telling him that I didn’t care about most of these people 3 years ago and I certainly don’t care now. I moved halfway across the country, and I have a new life now. Obviously Lillian and Emma will be a part of my life forever, but other than them and my family I have nothing that makes me want to stay in Kentucky. I chose to come home this break instead of traveling because I care about those people only. I really just don’t understand so many of my high school friends that are still friends with exactly the same people as they were in high school. Even if they moved far away! Like, I get it I guess, we probably just have different values - they care about maintaining connections, and I, well, don’t. But don’t you want to grow? Isn’t that what college is supposed to be about?
If Beyonce really did have her baby and the news is overshadowed by Katy Perry and Russell Brand’s divorce I WILL NOT BE HAPPY. I refuse to allow my new favorite human to be ignored because two idiots decided they were too awful to even be married to each other.
- Will Arnett and Amy Poehler’s child
- Alec Baldwin/Jack Donaghy (because they are the same person in my mind)
- Cher Horowitz
- A Weasley
- Emma Watson
- A Tenenbaum
- Bill Murray
- Taylor Swift
- The Barefoot Contessa
- Most importantly, Beyonce and Jay Z’s unborn child
I woke up in Florida this morning with most of my mom’s side of the family, which includes Mama (who, on Christmas Eve, told me she thought it was summer because she gets confused since there are no seasons), my mom (who I spent most of the trip shooting death glares at), and three of my cousins (one of whom asked if she could have some of my birth control pills because she thought they were candy). My brothers and mom and I flew back this morning. I watched the episode of Parks and Rec where April and Andy get married. For presents, I got a pack of gum, $20, a package of Ho-Hos my dad got at a gas station (“for our ho”, thanks dad), a Red Sox shot glass (on sale), a Bengals shot glass (not on sale, Cincinnati has weird priorities, I know), and new sheets, which I actually needed because I got Nutella and makeup on my old ones but have continued to sleep on them, even though most of my friends make fun of me for this.
Regina Spektor gets me.