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it's the springtime of my life

I always smile for no reason in the Spring. When it's sunny, and the sky is that perfect sky blue, and it's warm enough to wear just a hoodie and it's socially acceptable to wear flip flops...how can you help smiling for no reason? I've left indoor places in really bad moods and found myself feeling happier and happier as I emerge into that springtime dusk, that time around 5:15 where the sun's about to go down and it's just so...perfect. Sometimes I'm so busy and tired that I forget how nice things really are and how anything can go from winter to spring in an instant. How things can go from cold and gray to just warm enough and the bluest sky blue.

Spring makes me want to go run around a track or something, which of course I never do, but at least the thought is there. It makes me want to ride my bike and then take a nap on my hammock. It makes me want to go shopping at flea markets and go drink iced coffee in a cafe somewhere, or have a keg on the beach and walk home on the boardwalk. Drive reallyy fast with my windows down, listening to some new song that will become my favorite, my hair blowing everywhere. Spring also makes me want to wear giant white sunglasses, but that's just because they're pretty damn fly.

During this time I always want to write up a list of plans and of things I want to do and say and wear, because in the spring it seems like anything I can imagine or dream up is attainable. In the spring I always get this feeling that under beautiful white fluffy clouds dotted along the prettiest sky, I can do anything.

And until the summer time, filled with mosquitos and sticky humid hair-destroying soul-crushing heat exhaustion days, I actually believe it.


sushi for casey's 21st. Posted by Picasa


ohh, ahhh, up the rahhhh

It's hard to fully describe in a blog post the first saturday in March, a day where my town has a parade (2nd biggest in NYC, thank you very much) and gets really, really drunk. Rockaway St. Paddy's Day is amazing. We just have drunk people bundled up in irish sweaters and green rugby shirts and cans of beer obviously poking out of beer coozies.

This was the first year ina very long time I didn't celebrate in The Clubhouse. THe Fisheads, who just sold their clubhouse property, moved the party to the yacht club, which was fun and crazy, but not the same. I never thought I would, but I miss the mud getting on all of my clothes; I miss walking up and down rockaway beach blvd. looking for a bathroom, and finally peeing in David's Deli. I miss having pickles really, really close. After the perenial bagels and beer at my house, and the parade from my corner, we went to the Walshes, who hosted their annual party. The Manhattan Pipers came and played a tune, and Mr. Boden made his amazing sheppard's pie again, and I got to party with adults (which is my favorite thing to do, obviously, because the the beer's always better.) After that, we walked to the Yacht Club, which was already packed with everyone and their mom. Literally. THere was a band in the inside of the club, meant to keep the old people in. Shilelaigh Law played under the big tent in the back, and it was awesome. A DJ played in-between the sets, and before Indaculture, which was good (I think. I don't really remember at that point.) I did so much dancing (by dancing, I mean the jump and pump dance) I was sore the next day. I went and got pizza, and had my mom pick me up. I woke up the next day and thought...that's it? It's over already?

"Spring Break"

I slept a lot. Thankfully.

WSJU's Still Not A Player Event

was amazing.

Real St. Paddy's Day.

Too. Many. People.


i can't stop grinding my teeth!

I'm not ready for a proper Rockaway St. Paddy's Day Post yet, so I'll leave you with this.

I wonder if my writing has even improved?