Some Awesome Stuff You Should Check Out!

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  • You’re Fucked, But You’re Free: I’m really into these graduation speeches/words of wisdom for graduates. Even though I’m not a graduate YET, it can’t hurt to anticipate, right?

Take risks that you can laugh at later or enjoy for the rest of your life.

This is basically everything I want to experience this summer compressed into one of those music video montages. Going on the bucket list: make my own music montage. I’ve always wanted to do that. How cool would it be? Music montages amps up the awesome points by at least 100x, so my music montage would probably have 2 whole awesome points!

The fact that this is by David Foster Wallace just makes it so much better. Respect.

And the hard truth. But briefly, because it sucks.


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Summer 2013 Bucket List

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So it seems as if I will be friendless this summer. No worries, because I am determined to have adventures nevertheless! I’ve made a bucket list of everything I wanted to do while in Ann Arbor this summer. And then I’ll document it here.

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Adventure

  • Canoe/tube down the river 
  • Visit some Michigan beaches/the upper peninsula
  • Bonnaroo (try to find ride there/back)
  • Carry a camera around the whole day
  • Go to NYC to visit friends
  • Canada/Detroit for food adventures
  • Go to Art Fair
  • Go to Ann Arbor summer festival
  • Lollapalooza (Day 2)

Trying new things

  • Drop into beginner’s hip hop class
  • 365 photo project
  • Learn CSS/HTML
  • Brush up on French for study abroad!

Movies to watch (in the theater): 

  • The Great Gatsby
  • Kings of Summer
  • Iron Man 3
  • Man of Steel
  • Star Trek into Darkness
  • Despicable Me 2
  • The Wolverine
  • Kick Ass 2

Goddamn movie industry, are you trying to ruin me?!

Movies to watch (at home): 

  • Starbuck
  • The Breakfast Club
  • The Central Park Five
  • The Impossible
  • Life of Pi

Books to read, outside of overwhelming stack for classes: 

  • Cloud Atlas 
  • The Diary of Anne Frank
  • Catcher in the Rye
  • Gone with the Wind
  • How to Read the Air
  • Slaughterhouse-Five

This bucket list can also be found on the tabs up top. Hopefully I can document the completion of this entire list by September—also when my new bucket list abroad comes out!

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And kids, that’s why you never take drugs from strangers

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Among the smells of poop seeping into the ground from the Port-a-Pottys, there are pockets of ganja smell at Lollapalooza. Although I’m usually sober when I go, it’s hard not to indulge when almost no one is. People are usually drunk, high on some substance, or lame. I’ve been lame more than I care to admit.

A few years ago, only one of my high school friends was able to go to Lollapalooza that summer. Out of the group, she was the most straight-laced one. She never smoked, never drank, and sometimes judged people who did.

So we were in the middle of a smallish crowd for The Givers and this behemoth next to me lights up and passes the blunt to me. Hey! Free DRUGS! my mind shouts gleefully as I inhale once, then twice. I felt like it was impolite to take more of this free offering so I passed it back regretfully, knowing that nothing would happen out of the two hits I’d taken.

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So wrong.

After a few minutes, it felt like I’d turned my vision settings to sepia. And it didn’t feel like it was stopping any time soon. I stood there assessing how I felt for a few minutes before turning to my friend.

“You know… I don’t feel too well…” I hoped it’d be some sort of warning or explanation if anything bad happened. The year before, my friend passed out from having such a serious case of out-of-body.

So I tried withstanding the increasingly blurry and floaty feelings as my brain fried in the hot sun. A thousand thoughts rushed through my head, predominantly the incompetence of my friend. Oh my god… she’s never done anything like this before, she won’t know what to do. She’ll TELL ON ME. What felt like 10 minutes later—my friend later told me it was literally seconds later—I turned to her and said bluntly, “we need to get out of here,” and caught onto the last person in the line that was weaving its way out of the crowd.

As I was weaving and dodging through the crowd of people, I felt REAL proud of myself. Look at how good I’m doing! I’m such a functional drunk. People don’t even KNOW how messed up I am right now. I passed person after person, not once wondering why everyone was shooting me such weird and dirty looks. Finally, after what felt like years, I saw the end of the crowd and a spotlight on this empty spot in the dirt and crashed there, gasping, trying to see clearly as the world spun around me.

That was not what actually happened.

What my friend saw was me at first stumbling around, narrowly avoiding people. Then I stopped even trying to avoid them, shouldering everyone that I passed, walking in the straightest line possible. And finally, shoving them away like I was some sort of linebacker. When I reached the end of the crowd, I collapsed on a girl who then pushed me onto that sacred piece of ground.

With some difficulty, she managed to convince me to move into the shade—probably a good idea—where I lay there like a dead fish as people stood all around us. At one point, I remember thinking that I was in a beautiful forest of legs. 

I looked so bad that a group of guys started fanning me. I probably didn’t look that bad because they also started flirting with me. Unfortunately, I have no idea what they look like and was not able to even respond.

I was also not far off in my worries that she wasn’t able to handle this. She didn’t even know I had taken a few hits from the dude beside us and only clued into the fact that something was wrong when I started my linebacking career.

Once she realized that I’d taken hits, she started worrying that I’d become that one guy that ingested laced marijuana and started eating people’s faces off. Again, this friend is weird as hell sometimes. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.

I later passed out in Chipotle booth while we waited for the storm warning to end.

 And kids, thats why you never take drugs from strangers

What’s one of your funniest drug/alcohol experiences—recently, from your glory days, whatever! 

 

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Let Friendships Happen Naturally

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On my first day of class in Russian Lit (yeah, I know, who takes Russian Lit over the summer? This girl!), my professor told the class of 7 that we would all become pretty good friends.

Now, I’m not sure if he was including himself in that grouping, but I hate when people say this at the beginning of anything. Or when they say it anytime during any long-term group interactions. Why? Because it just  it’s like a third party saying to you on your first date with a man or woman “hey, you two are going to get married.”

That’s just way too much pressure. Now if any friendships happen, you don’t know if it’s obligatory friendships or real friendships.

Speaking of forming friendships, lately I’ve been a little stressed on making friends for the summer and abroad this fall. Hell, the last time I’ve had to completely revamp my social circle was freshman year almost 4 years ago! And that took 2 years to get right.

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I’ve never really been the person to completely put my “real personality” out there for some reason. There are a lot of formalities to go through before I actually let loose. But I’ve been getting better at it for the sole reason of cutting down the time it takes to find who you really want to be with.

See, friendships are a lot like relationships. You want to find the right fit. You don’t want to settle for the first balding, grease-covered, 40-year-old you see. If you’re rowdy and weird you don’t want to find yourself shackled to a bunch of people who merely tolerate your weirdness. You want to find yourself people who add and enhance it.

But if you find yourself in a situation where you’re panicking about finding a group right away, this will put pressure on you to cling to the first group of people you find. See: me freshman year.

Freshman year I was basically a friend slut. I did not discriminate at all, which I guess is what you’re supposed to do. Unfortunately, my time of nondiscrimination only lasted the first few weeks. After that, I stopped branching out and stuck with the group of people that I’d already met and kinda grew comfortable with.

To this day, where I’m still actively interacting with new people etc, I regret that. I regret not joining clubs that I was interested in—wait, scratch that. Actually I did join clubs I was interested in (ballroom, badminton… I guess I was fond of the Bs), I just regret the type of people that was also drawn to these interests.

Instead, I should’ve been like my friend, Anne. I still remember her first few weeks of college. She was miserable. She didn’t find anyone she could connect with while everyone around her was already congealing into cliques. Finally, during her third week, she met the people who are now her best friends. And these people fit her so well and gave her exactly the experiences she wanted out of college.

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If only I had toughed it out and was more comfortable being with myself for a little longer before I clung onto the few people around me—I literally only interacted with people in my hall and the hall above me—maybe I’d have different friends right now. But I’ve grown to love the ones I have now, even if they are a little basic.

I’m not saying not to talk and interact with anyone and everyone you meet. I’m just saying the ones that you finally choose to go to the bars with, to invite over for bonfires (I have a lot planned for this summer, ok?) should be the ones that fit you most of all. All the other ones can float comfortably at a distance as acquaintances.

But as I sit here alone in my room, hearing the bass thumping from yet another house party on the block, I wonder if I’m approaching things wrong. I don’t know how else to, though, since most people that stay on campus during the summer that are my age already have friends also staying.

I’m always guilty of using my current conditions to predict future outcomes. Like now. If I can’t make friends in my own native language as an isolated unit this summer, doesn’t that mean I can’t make friends with people abroad who speak completely different languages? 

But I remind myself that if I can’t find people I love to surround myself with, I can always work on learning a new skill or improving myself in some way. After all, this alone phase happens all the time in life—it’s going to continue happening in pretty frequent intervals after graduation until I settle somewhere, so I might as well embrace it and learn.

This summer, I have enough on my hands to keep me busy—internship, job, classes—yet also enough room if I find a few people. This fall, I’ll remind myself that I can always travel while I’m there, perhaps making fellow traveler friends, relish the experience of living and learning a foreign culture, and come away with having studied abroad.

What about you? Where do you find your friends? Do you prefer to wait or do you rush in? 

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Free Weight Room Pick-up Lines

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Edit: I realize the title could mean 2 different things: weight room pick-up lines that are free of cost & free-weight room pick-up lines (the number of hyphens in that phrase is too damn high!). Both are true. No need to thank my generosity.

You may now proceed.

Since most of my social interactions now take place through digital mediums (read: no friends for summer so far) and that these interactions are few and far in between, things get a little weird.

Most recently, a friend and I got into a conversation about what pick-up lines would look like in the free weight room. Man World.

If you’re asking me why, well, it’s a bunch of really fit guys and you’re one of the few girls. I’m asking you why not? 

Other than dressing like this…

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… some verbal banter should be like the following:

  • 70-pounder I see. I’m working up to 15 pounds, myself. 
  • Want to spot me? I’ve never tried chest-pressing the bar before. How many weights on it? No, I mean just the bar. I heard it’s a pretty hefty 20 pounds.
  • You leave sweaty butt prints on the seats too? No way! I guess we have more in common than I thought.
  • What do you think my signature grunt should be? Here are a few options…

I don’t know about you, but I feel like these are guaranteed to work.

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