A BOOMBOX IS NOT A TOY
SNL Digital Short. Julian Casablancas is so cute.
Don't Panic
Yearbooks.
I don’t take too many things very seriously (or I try not to,) but yearbooks are not something to joke about. Besides being a symbol of finality, yearbooks carry an important meaning in them, not in the photos of Senior Ball or quotations from members of the student body, but in the rushed scribbles of passing classmates. Because, besides that portrait of you in a fake tuxedo, which will inevitably look like every other portrait of every other fake tuxedo, what else do your classmates have to remember you by? This is the one place where you can leave your mark, and not only leave it, but design it any way you want to. You are not limited to what you can carve on your desk in math or what you can fit in sharpie on the lunch table; you can write anything and everything to leave a much more permanent image of yourself. And granted, we will probably only revisit these over-glorified scrapbooks a few times in our life times, but when I look back, I want to remember what we were like at this turning point in our lives to see how much we have grown. So when you are signing a yearbook, write something meaningful, even if it’s “I really appreciate when you told me I had sat on some chewing gum.” Write something that gives insight to who you are and who they are, because years down the road, “Have a great summer! You’re awesome!” will mean nothing.
Dan Harmon Poops: HEY, DID I MISS ANYTHING?
Kids:
A few hours ago, I landed in Los Angeles, turned on my phone, and confirmed what you already know. Sony Pictures Television is replacing me as showrunner on Community, with two seasoned fellows that I’m sure are quite nice - actually, I have it on good authority they’re quite nice, because…
I figure I have about three weeks to do all the stupid shit in high school that I can. First on the list: pretend to be a fan girl. ATLAS, a local band, came to our school to perform for our last rally. Of course, our fellow peers were not as excited as a band might want mindless teenage girls to be when faced with a group of men with guitars (they much rather prefer boys lip-synching and stripping for them -subtlety hardly belongs here,) so we decided that we would carry the burden of pretending to be their number one fans. Taped-up shirts and everything, I’d say we handled the affair quite well, with a few points and hearts and bow-downs from the band. I even got the one of the drummer’s drumsticks (as an apology for hitting me in the head with his other one.) I think a lot of people actually thought we were their fangirls (because of course those girls would have weird, underground music) but nonetheless, it was fun, and at least ATLAS didn’t leave cursing Irvington High School.
Afterwards, hung out with Nicole and Ramya and went to Fremont’s weekly food-truck party, which was AMAZING (when did Fremont get so cool?) All in all, a good Friday afternoon.
Prom was enjoyable, and I’m glad to say it rose above my expectations. Even the music wasn’t as horrible as I anticipated, and we had some good electronic mixes in the middle to (actually) dance to. The last minute dress borrowing, driving to The Regency in my brother’s car, and chilling at Alexandra’s afterwards really encompassed what I want the rest of the year to be: relaxing, light-hearted fun with my lovely ladies.
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“Polish Girl” - Neon Indian
Discovering old songs on my playlist.
Are you telling me that I have to wait until NEXT YEAR to find out how Sherlock Holmes faked his death? Now I feel like jumping off a building. Thanks a lot, BBC.
Liking it.
(Source: Spotify)
