February 2011
15 posts
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wonderpay: Can’t stop listening to this. Beat is sick. Lyrics are dirty and reference-y. (“I’m the man, fuck Chico”? GOD YES.) Fuck what I said on Facebook, Donald Glover is our greatest American. This man is coming to my school, and I’m really ridiculously excited about it.
Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
So I had this dream...
I was at a party, and a Robyn song came on. Maybe it was the Diplo remix of Dancehall Queen?I don’t know. Whatever it was, it was good. As soon is it started playing, however, everyone stopped dancing and booed. OUTRAGEOUS. Immediately, I jumped onto the coffee table and yelled: “Fuck all of you, and your awful taste in music!” Middle fingers in the air, I dramatically (or...
Feb 25th
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Feb 18th
A girl can dream.
The minute that this AMP event popped onto my mini-feed: I was like please be THIS Donald: FINGERS CROSSED! Update: According to wall post speculation on the event, it is him! Praise everything that is good in the world.
Feb 16th
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Feb 12th
Except it's not Advanced Potion - Making.
I love when you open a used textbook, and it is so wonderfully highlighted and annotated by the previous owner that you, in turn, understand the material more fully. So to the previous owner of Judith Butler’s The Psychic Life of Power, you are like my very own Half - Blood Prince.
Feb 9th
Feb 7th
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Because lists are sexy, too.
Let’s be real. Musicians are sexy. So sexy in fact, I felt it necessary to list them (from sexiest to still pretty sexy): Drummers Bassists Guitarists Keyboardists Tambourine players Tonight, I’m going to have to add one to the top of the list: sousaphone players! That’s all thanks to you, Roots Crew. You put on one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen. Seriously....
Feb 6th
Feb 4th
Feb 4th
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Totally MacGyver'd that shit.
I made a keychain for my room key out of a paper clip and a silly band, and I’m really proud of it. In other news, I have a paper due in the morning that I haven’t started.
Feb 3rd
Feb 1st
Bad timing?
Apply for my first serious career opportunity, get tagged in a million pictures of me boozing it up. The problem is I’m like: “Whatever, man. I’m 22. Why is some potential employer creeping on my Facebook anyway?” The reality is I just put my page on serious privacy lockdown, and I’m going to throw the side-eye at any unfamiliar person trying to add me. Oh, the...
Feb 1st