Saturday, April 10, 2010

Vineyard Summer

While I don't want to wish the rest of my senior year away, a phone conversation with one of my best friends made me thirst for what is to come this summer. My summers on Martha's Vineyard have contained some of the most defining moments of my life. It is how I truly came to know myself, truly figured out how to live on my own, became able to live with anyone anywhere, and truly realized what it was like to be an adult. The friends I both took with me to the Vineyard and made on the Vineyard are people that I will never forget, and hopefully always have in my life. Today I got to talk to one of those people and catch up on how her life is, and it made me painfully nostalgic for this:
^Rhiannon, Me and our other friend (and one of my best from high school), Catherine

I met Rhiannon my first summer on the Vineyard. We had a lot in common right off the bat. We waited tables together, we had never spent the summer away from home before, we were living in undesirable circumstances (she with a family she was nannying for, me with an insane landlady in my back yard), we both enjoyed Jack Daniels and bathroom humor, and we were both underage. We had so many adventures together, days on the beach with red wine, not wearing sunscreen, nights in the restaurant complaining about bad patrons and teasing our coworkers.

One day we drove up island to the public beach by the red cliffs and the lighthouse. Somehow we caught the attention of some guys on a boat and they invited us to go tubing. What luck! When Rhiannon left (a week before I did) it wasn't the same. Summer had ended. We had both grown so much as people, undoubtedly with the help of each other, and it was hard to say goodbye. But, we lived together again for our second summer, 2009. Rhiannon brought her boyfriend, and we had my brother, my cousin, and another friend of theirs from school. And once again, we rocked it. All summer long.

We talked today for the first time in six months, and it felt like we had never missed a beat. That's what a true friendship is all about. She won't be back on the island this summer, but she'll make visits. And I cannot wait to go back--the ocean, the sun, the salty nights, the boys, the margaritas...paradise.

What are your summer adventures?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I have found my soulmate.



And he is amazing. I love him.

Birthday Wishes

Happy happy 20th birthday to my dear brother Jamey.

You're the best! I love you! (and...you were the cutest baby...ever!!!)

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Hair Envy


My hair used to be long. A foot and a half of gorgeous, luxurious golden brown hair. I loved it. I thought it was my best asset. I loved the way it fell over my shoulders and down my back, the way I could put it in a long side braid and and keep it back in a headband for work. And then, I cut it. It needed to be cut. It was time. My mother took me out and bought me a suit, and the long hair didn't work. It could never work.

But, even five months later, I am mourning the loss of my locks. Those beachy, sun-drenched summer days, the way it was so heavy that it never needed to be straightened. I now look at other girls with hair down to their tits and go green with envy. I think to myself, "I must have that again." Granted, now that I've cut it, my hair looks healthier, and it's lighter, and it doesn't require as much shampoo. It stays in ponytails easier, too.

But, God, that hair. Has anyone else ever had hair regret?

5 songs to listen to Right Now.

1. The Smiths -Please, please, please, let me get what I want

2. Coldplay -Now My Feet Won't Touch the Ground

3. Sound of Arrows - M.A.G.I.C.

4. Andrew Bird - Anonanimal

5. Afro Celt Sound System - When You're Falling (feat. Peter Gabriel)

Happy Tuesday everyone!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Cool Siblings Update

Remember my post about how cool my siblings are? Because I was home for the weekend and had access to lots of photo albums and a scanner, here's some evidence of my geekdom.



exhibit A. The Halloween costumes. I'm obviously the ghost, though it looks like I may belong to some kind of child terrorist group.


exhibit B. At one time, I was 42 inches tall, and I weighed all of 42 pounds. Always a head and a half taller than all my siblings, and scary skinny.


exhibit C. The parents and their three kids. Oh look! They included their babysitter! How nice.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

A Question of Preppiness

I'll probably catch flak for this. I am well aware. Disclaimer: I am not hating on prepsters, but rather questioning the lifestyle that "preppy" sometimes puts forth. My big question is this one: why is the preppy clothing style also a lifestyle? Perhaps I just don't understand. Perhaps the way a "preppy" lifestyle is often portrayed as one that has too much money and seemingly people that care too much about material things, what label is on your collared shirt instead of whether or not someone is a good person. Don't get me wrong, I think the way someone dresses says a lot about who they are, and I also think it's important to adhere to the old cliche, "dress for success," but "preppy" takes this to an entirely different level.

Let's start in the beginning. I was raised in probably the least preppy town in Massachusetts. My best friend from high school was teased (playfully!) about her popped collared Polo shirts (she happened have an after school job at Ralph Lauren). I was publicly educated. My favorite store in elementary school was The Children's Place. Later, The Gap, or Express. I had barely ever heard of Lilly Pulitzer or Polo. "Preppy" didn't exist at my high school. I was an athelete, and most days my senior year I arrived 5 minutes late for homeroom with wet hair and clad in sweatpants. And I was not the only one that did this. Of course, it did matter if you looked good, but not to the extent of the label-whoredom of many "preppy" schools. Where I went to school, you were cool if you had a boy's football hoodie (cut down the neck of course). The older your car, the more notoriety. If you had a new car, you were spoiled. My sister and I were the only girls in school that had Vineyard Vines totes, and we only had them because we bought them one year vacationing on the Vineyard because we thought they were pretty (and for the record, that was 2004, and I still carry the same one).

So forgive me for not understanding. Recently, The New York Times wrote an article about the sequel to 'The Official Preppy Handbook,' a book that was written to poke fun at the preppy lifestyle but instead apparently backfired and taught everyone how to be preppy. Sweet. What really gets me is that it seems that preppies think that their way of living is the only way to live. Conveniently, there are a few prerequisites I have observed: One must have money, be a Republican, and apparently love monograms, Lilly Pulitzer, bowties and boatshoes. One must not only love these things, but tell everyone how much they love these things, and how much of these things they have.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying it's bad to like preppy clothing. In fact, despite my love for sweatpants, my style from high school has changed into a more classic, more preppy one. This could be a factor of where I decided to attend college, or it could simply be a factor of growing up. But notice I said style. Many of my friends adopt this clothing style without the lifestyle. I, too, have a decided appreciation for boat shoes and Lilly Pulitzer, but my closet doesn't vomit these things, and I would never look down my nose at people who didn't adhere to preppy clothing. What I'm trying to assert is that what has come forth as a preppy lifestyle is seemingly shallow: care only about material wealth and what one can buy with that material wealth, including the most expensive simple clothing there is, and then seemingly brag about it. Somehow, preppy clothing has translated into this preppy lifestyle, this way of living that shows the world how wealthy you are. My mother did not subscribe to a preppy lifestyle whatsoever, and yet always looked beautiful and put together and kept a beautiful home. If all you have is your monogrammed sweater to help you sleep at night, your life is empty.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

It's Time

For all of the parent networks out there (I'm talking about ABC, NBC, and CBS), its time. It's time to get new shows. I'm begging. Come up with something else. No more doctors. No more cops. No more crime and murder and weird sicknesses that are giving me hypochondria, and for the love of God, no more lawyers. The next time you think of an "innovative" reality series, think again. No one cares. Your two hour two night Dancing with the Stars and American Idol are already painful enough.

For most of us, shows like Grey's and Lost started when we were in high school. While Lost has a light at the end of the tunnel (specifically, this May will mark the end of the adventure), Grey's is just whining and wheezing it's way to defeat. CSI has been on since 2000. Law and Order? 1990! Come on, think tanks of creativity and pithy dialogue (hehehe i stole that from my last post). THINK! Generate something NEW.

I think what bothers me the most is the fact that all these shows (save Lost) follow the same kind of formula. Medical show: someone is sick with an incurable/mystery illness. Sometimes they die, and the doctor is better for it at the end of the day. The doctor has learned something about life. Sometimes the patient lives, and the doctor is better for it at the end of the day. So on and so forth. The doctors whine about how hard their lives are, and yet they always look GORGEOUS and they're always the most BRILLIANT in their field. Blah blah blah. Crime shows: person ends up mutilated. Not just dead, but usually chased, attacked, shot, cut to pieces (nightmares ensue). The cops get a suspect. They get a couple of suspects. You think they're about to solve the case, but alas, it is only 24 minutes into the episode. Like clockwork, the case is blown wiiiiiide open. It takes another 24 minutes to solve (plus lots of commercial breaks). The head cop always has 1-liners that make you think that the cop already knows what's happening, just isn't telling you. Also, the lab work comes back in like half an hour. Uh, not the way it works.

I'm tired of this, ABC, etc. Come up with something real. Come up with something gritty. I would watch a nighttime soap about a trailer park. It would be a hell of a lot more interesting than a 7th season of Grey's Anatomy.