Dont Judge. Just listen.

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At work for my birthday

Don’t fall on your face after doing too many shots of tequila. It’s never okay to climb to the top of a person and jump off. You can not fly. You’re face will take a month to heal. You will have to go to the chiropractor, and your friends will consistently laugh at you.

I am currently listening to boys like girls. I should be embarrassed but I don’t care at all. I went to hit next and Cascada came on, next again and it was Miley Cyrus (fuck you if you don’t have party in the USA on your iTunes you poser). I guess I’ll try to write in this harsh environment.

A friend I met at Bonnaroo and I were discussing how alt rock from the years of 03-07 will always hold a soft spot in our hearts and it got me to thinking. If I explore my iTunes it becomes almost comical to see my play counts, top rated, and recently added.

I have a history of loving Alt Rock. My friends proclaim, Nakita, please quit listening to music that all sounds the same. WRONG. SO SO SO WRONG ( and malicious). I listened to the Pixies and Built to Spill and Desaparecidos when kids my age were listening to fucking 50 cent. No I don’t have a superiority complex, in fact that’s what I’m arguing about. If you feel like you can relate to Ja Rule as much as I relate to the entire album “We have the facts…” by Death Cab then honestly, I commend you for standing by your taste.

I love Spill Canvas. I own every Paramore album ( here’s looking at you Mia) and I sure as hell love Bright Eyes. I celebrated Taking Back Sunday day when their latest album was released. I would do dirty things to John Nolan. I have a friend who asked me to go to an Ace Enders ( of the Early November) concert and I was all about it.  I just took down my “The Used” poster but don’t worry, its folded away in my closet. I pregame to Big D and the Kids table and when I’m with Sam Rat in the Car we have no problem busting out Aaron Carter just as fast as we will Bomb! the music Industry.

My brother and I were sitting on the couch watching TV and he told me he loved “Punk”. This blew my mind seeing as though he turned off Rancid in my car approximately two weeks before. He named bands like The Misfits and followed them with Aerosmith and Green Day…and I corrected him. But, When did I become so musically enlightened and entitled to define an entire genre of music to someone. 

Who is the collective “cool” person you base your music taste off of? If you have one, change it to yourself. Explore some blogs, use Genius on iTunes, turn off your radio and turn on your computer. There’s a whole world out there. Hip Hop, funk, Ska, there is no excuse to stick to your guns on a label. You can like it all, AND YOU SHOULD!

My top played song is a Mayday Parade song by the way. Embarrassing, oh hell yeah. My second most played in Third Eye Blind - Motorcycle Drivebye. My top 25 includes not one but two T-Pain songs, one that was never a single meaning, yes, I have the whole album. My recently played includes the entire U2s greatest hits, an album I snagged en route home from Bonnaroo, Every Time I Die, and Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.

So next time someone criticizes your music choices quote my man Drake ( or Jimmy in the wheelchair) “What am I doing? Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m doin‘ me.”

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Steelers training camp Cults (the band) Summer rain storms Smiling at strangers Orange push ups Boys with good hips Coco butter chap stick Last week of being able to blame it on being 21 and not knowing any better. Group love (the band)

Yep

I fell for a boy at Roo. I know this was a mistake but some things you can’t control. I didn’t even like him when we left. He was egotistical and had a chest piece. Hell, he looked like a kid 18 year old nakita would’ve let run the bases if she got bored or drunk enough. More importantly he was disposable.

I blame it all on Twitter. We were just entertaining each other during our journey home. He was returning to the garden state, I to the keystone. But after a few days it became clear we had potential for a more long term friendship. I found myself caring about my phone more than I had in the past. We kept eachother up to date on our whereabouts and at the end of the day we’d say goodnight. Goodnights will get a girl every time. I needed to get to him so I started saving money and I couldn’t remember when I started to care.

We’d get drunk on the weekends and fall off eachothers radars doing whatever it was we wanted and getting away with it because we had no contract or rules to follow. We may not have even been friends.

Until one day, it stopped. We didn’t text or tweet or Facebook or video chat. We were never really a we. And it made me hurt, and that scared me. And it didn’t make him hurt and that scared me more. And I tried to make whatever happened better but how do you fix something you didn’t even know was broken.

And now its almost two months after Roo and my roller coaster ROOmance and all I know is New Jersey sure did take me by surprise and I never even crossed the border. New Jersey boys make too much noise when they try and sneak out of your heart in the middle of the night.

(Source: loveisnothingyoucantax, via sayyestolove)

Peel back your skin, invite me in.

Anna and I decided to create a list of things boys donthat attract us. Here goes nothing.

We love it when guys…

Have hair that looks perfectly messy 

Have good teeth

Can actually teach me something 

Let you watch chick flicks

Don’t get mad when you know more about dorky stuff (i.e. Apple, comics, lotr, Harry potter)

Smile even though they’re trying not to

Let you eat the last bite

Surprise you

Remember something you thought they wouldn’t

Text just because

Act as nice as your father

Have those hips. (you know what we mean)

Grab your hand in public

Tease ya a little

Fight to keep you in bed a little longer.

Kiss your forehead no matter how cliche.

Love to see you happy

Laugh hard

Approach you first

Let you show your goofy side.

Attempt to dance

Make doing nothing sound like the best day ever

Know what you’re about to say before you say it