It was an exciting little deal. The weekend before it happened my mom was visiting Iowa from Oregon and we got a chance to catch up. It was very nice having her home. The Monday before the ol quince', I waited four hours and (mom) paid $125 to get highlights oh-so-professionally installed down all 20" of my hair at the cost cutters closest to our house. I've never done anything with my hair besides wash and brush it, though if you and I were spilling the proverbial beans at a chill little sleepover right now I'd def tell you I hardly ever do that anyway. For as much of it as I have, my hair is zero-maintenance. So yeah man this whole elaborate process of dying some of it a lighter color was beautiful, it lightens up my hair color as a whole and changed it a lot but in a very quiet way, you know?
The only thing I can remember about the time after hair and before birthday was more struggle to maintain a healthy list of things accomplished by the end of the day. I did more nothing than I appreciated. But I was aware I didn't appreciate it, so I have at least that to be proud of.
Once the b-day of one teenager in love (das me yo) fell upon the planet, I kind of... still.. did nothing? Yikes. But I felt productive because even whilst doing nothing, I was, at least, turning 15. Damn, that logic is so unstable! But it was enough for me, and since it was my birthday party, I could cry if I wanted to. My only form of celebration for myself was meeting my friend at a movie theatre to go see The Lego Movie. We were the only ones in there, so you can sleep well tonight assured that plenty of screaming occurred while the silencing of cell phones or indoor voices dared not. It was a beautiful way to watch that movie, which by the way, WAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY GOOD. Fucking hysterical. LoTR puns, batman, Charlie Day voicing a little guy that really likes spaceships, the lonely island (0:44 and then later on as well), WERE ONLY A FEW OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED. I appreciated every moment up until the end when they, I assume because of some contract issue or other unfortunate shit, seemed obligated to cram a moral lesson into the plot. Otherwise the movie was fantastic and highly entertaining.
Overall, my feelings about getting a year old surrounded a central theme of, "YEAH LETS DO THIS WHOLE YEAR, MAN," because I felt very happy to start saying fifteen instead of fourteen, and excited to grow stronger into myself. Not that that is something one should be waiting to do until they're older, but I kept having this vision of myself in a year from now and that kept me pumped all day.
I read a Kanye appreciation article on Rookie a couple days after my birthday, and a newfound love for the man called Yeezy was born from where there was nothing before. This wasn't exactly anything brief, either. This was a full-on six-page discussion over the artist (that I somehow plowed straight through, oh my god). Topics included were his controversial actions of the past, his performance methods, and his huge passion for making music to speak volumes. His ego was often addressed in this article too, as was it's notoriety. So many people casually call Kanye's pride a really horrible thing when in his interviews, verses, history, whatever, you can clearly see this dude just believes pride in one's own work is very important. And wow, ground-breaking idea coming up... it so is. The main thing is, that's yours, right? You've slaved, you've cried while curled up like a little baby caterpillar, you've sweat and bled for this holy piece of your (absence of a) soul, yet time and time again you'll respond to people that appreciate it (THEY GET IT) by saying shit like, "Oh, this? Nah, it's nothing." That's where Kanye's whole "ego" thing comes out from. He knows his music is really good, and he knows he's worth it, but that makes us really uncomfortable, and so he's overconfident. And that is how we deal with artists that actually have a sense of self-value. It's a really strange thing and it's really sad. Bear with me and think about 'Ye a little longer, at least long enough to check out the video of one emotion-heavy ballad he sings on tour.
I'll sign with a picture my dad sent me of one of his nectarine trees in bloom to remind you to have a lovely first half of the month that spring starts in, and to enjoy this part of the year where all the hot days grow from.
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| #inevitable #selfie |
The only thing I can remember about the time after hair and before birthday was more struggle to maintain a healthy list of things accomplished by the end of the day. I did more nothing than I appreciated. But I was aware I didn't appreciate it, so I have at least that to be proud of.
Once the b-day of one teenager in love (das me yo) fell upon the planet, I kind of... still.. did nothing? Yikes. But I felt productive because even whilst doing nothing, I was, at least, turning 15. Damn, that logic is so unstable! But it was enough for me, and since it was my birthday party, I could cry if I wanted to. My only form of celebration for myself was meeting my friend at a movie theatre to go see The Lego Movie. We were the only ones in there, so you can sleep well tonight assured that plenty of screaming occurred while the silencing of cell phones or indoor voices dared not. It was a beautiful way to watch that movie, which by the way, WAS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY GOOD. Fucking hysterical. LoTR puns, batman, Charlie Day voicing a little guy that really likes spaceships, the lonely island (0:44 and then later on as well), WERE ONLY A FEW OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED. I appreciated every moment up until the end when they, I assume because of some contract issue or other unfortunate shit, seemed obligated to cram a moral lesson into the plot. Otherwise the movie was fantastic and highly entertaining.
Overall, my feelings about getting a year old surrounded a central theme of, "YEAH LETS DO THIS WHOLE YEAR, MAN," because I felt very happy to start saying fifteen instead of fourteen, and excited to grow stronger into myself. Not that that is something one should be waiting to do until they're older, but I kept having this vision of myself in a year from now and that kept me pumped all day.
I read a Kanye appreciation article on Rookie a couple days after my birthday, and a newfound love for the man called Yeezy was born from where there was nothing before. This wasn't exactly anything brief, either. This was a full-on six-page discussion over the artist (that I somehow plowed straight through, oh my god). Topics included were his controversial actions of the past, his performance methods, and his huge passion for making music to speak volumes. His ego was often addressed in this article too, as was it's notoriety. So many people casually call Kanye's pride a really horrible thing when in his interviews, verses, history, whatever, you can clearly see this dude just believes pride in one's own work is very important. And wow, ground-breaking idea coming up... it so is. The main thing is, that's yours, right? You've slaved, you've cried while curled up like a little baby caterpillar, you've sweat and bled for this holy piece of your (absence of a) soul, yet time and time again you'll respond to people that appreciate it (THEY GET IT) by saying shit like, "Oh, this? Nah, it's nothing." That's where Kanye's whole "ego" thing comes out from. He knows his music is really good, and he knows he's worth it, but that makes us really uncomfortable, and so he's overconfident. And that is how we deal with artists that actually have a sense of self-value. It's a really strange thing and it's really sad. Bear with me and think about 'Ye a little longer, at least long enough to check out the video of one emotion-heavy ballad he sings on tour.
I'll sign with a picture my dad sent me of one of his nectarine trees in bloom to remind you to have a lovely first half of the month that spring starts in, and to enjoy this part of the year where all the hot days grow from.
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| "OUR TIME IS NOW" they gloriously hum into battle |
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