The difference a year makes...

Well... crap. The first week of August is already over, and in just a short while, I'll be back to the oh-so-exciting life of a college student.

Pros: Living on my own, San Francisco is gorgeous, I get to meet new people, learning, moving into my apartment, no curfew, total freedom.

Yeah.  My city. 

Cons: School, leaving my friends.

Huh.  looks like the cons have it.

As summer draws to a close, I can't help but think about how crazy the last few months have been, and how much has changed in the last year.

Summer of 2011 can be characterized as follows:

Graduation

Friends

Adventure

Love

Memories. 

Now, Summer 2012 goes more like this:

Fuckery

Duckface Fuckery

Classy fuckery

Concert fuckery

Swing fuckery

Late-night fuckery.

Well, we've matured. 

One of my biggest fears about leaving for college was that I was going to lose my friends.  I was entirely certain that most of us would never see, or speak to each other again.  It's safe to say that (thankfully) I was wrong.  Very wrong.  In a weird way, I feel as though your true friends are the ones that you can separate yourself from for a month, or a semester, or even a year at a time.  Sure there are some people I'm not as close with, and I've lost touch with some friends, but the ones I still have are the ones who mean the most to me.  They're the ones who will give me a harsh dose of reality, a swift kick in the pants, or a hug, as needed. I love them.  They're my brothers and sisters.  And, above all, they're more than enough. Don't worry about losing your friends once school starts- look forward to gaining a family. 

Good luck guys! <3

Allow me to introduce myself....

huh.  Somehow I made it.  One year done, 3 to go.  Almost time to go back to school.  I've decided to chronical the remainder of my journey, in the hopes that some of you find it helpful, relate-able, or, at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Regular postings to come.

First, let's get some of the basic information out of the way, shall we?

what do you look like? Behold:

Hell yes that's an 80's sweater. 

Age-    18.  Too old to eat Popsicles in public without being dirty, too young to drink.  Truly, the worst of all ages.

Height-
 Slightly taller than the average midget.  Or "little person" as I hear is PC. (5'1'', if you MUST know)

Music-
 yes, please.  I'm a fan of anything that isn't country, pop, or rap.  This ranges from techno (think more Basshunter, less DDR), Industrial (Skinny Puppy, KMFDM, Nine Inch Nails), Goth (Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus), Alternative (Fall Out Boy, Hawthorne Heights, AFI), Punk (New and old- actually, mostly old- The Clash, Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys, Adicts), to anything awesome (The Smiths, The Cure, Joy Division, Manic Street Preachers, Radiohead)

Movies-
 Eh... Sometimes.  I'm a Kubrick fan, so "A Clockwork Orange", "The Shining" and "2001 A Space Odyssey".  "28 Days Later", "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street", "The Crow", and The Lord Of The Rings movies were good.  My main staples are old, cheesey horror movies- the kind that Elvira used to play.  My personal favorite? "The Blob".  People are terrified of a giant glob of Jello.  Sound awesome? It is.

Favorite Animal:
Everyone, meet Anakin, my Bengal and the best cat ever. EVER.

TV-
 It's okay.  I like Breaking Bad, anime, and those History Channel documentaries- the ones about people buried in walls, Jack the Ripper, and how Elvis is actually alive and DJ ing in Florida.  Oh, and Doctor Who.  I love me some time lord.

Books:
 Poetry, and lots of it- Keats, Yeats, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Browning, Arnold.  Pretty much anything from more than 50 years ago.  As for actual novels, i have a soft spot for Oscar Wilde, Stephen King, and Cormac McCarthy.

Fashion-
 I love clothes.  I'd say that my style falls somewhere between Victorian gothic, emo chick, and 80's punk.  I live for shoes.  The higher the heel, the more I want it- though I will readily admit that I have an addiction to Doc Marten's and black Converse.

What are you wearing right now?
Purple top, denim cutoffs, vintage  karmann ghia badge (from a yard sale, bitches), friendship necklace.

What can I expect from your blog?
 Musings on life, advice from experiences, Rants on music, and the occasional makeup or fashion tutorial.

Are you crazy?

 Probably.  But, then again, aren't we all?