my picks from ‘songs that never fail to make white people beyond turnt’

Today, I saw a Tumblr post on Twitter called ‘songs that never fail to make white poeple beyond turnt.’ I couldn’t find a credit, or I’d link. It inspired me to cut down their list- I took out over a dozen songs- for the ones I like the most.

  • Don’t Stop Believing
  • Bohemian Rhapsody
  • Living on a Prayer
  • Come on Eileen
  • Sweet Caroline
  • Shot Through the Heart
  • Pour Some Sugar on Me
  • Sweet Home Alabama
  • Under Pressure
  • Ice Ice Baby
  • Wonderwall
  • A Thousand Miles
  • Teenage Dirtbag
  • Red Solo Cup
  • Mr. Brightside
  • Never Gonna Give You Up
  • Eye of the Tiger
  • Chicken Fried
  • American Pie
  • I Love Rock and Roll
  • Dancing Queen
  • Don’t You Want Me
  • We Will Rock You
  • Hey Jude
  • Piano Man
  • This Is How We Do It
  • Drops of Jupiter
  • Buddy Holly
  • All the Small Things
  • Stacy’s Mom
  • All Star
  • You Found Me
  • Bad Day
  • All The Small Things
  • Margaritaville
  • Sk8er Boi
  • Brown Eyed Girl
  • Iris
  • Hey There Delilah
  • Life Is A Highway
  • Breakeven
  • Viva La Vida
  • September
  • Since U Been Gone
  • Skinny Love
  • Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)
  • Bye Bye Bye
  • I’m Yours
  • My Girl
  • I’m A Believer
  • Soul Man
  • Walking on Sunshine
  • Before He Cheats
  • Build Me Up Buttercup

I took off Cotton Eyed Joe because of the horrible middle school dance memories. Ah, to be grinding for the first time again. Ironically, Hey Soul Sister was also removed for bad middle school throwbacks. A boy I used to hate- I say used to since I ran into him recently and we reconciled!- played it on the guitar and sang it at the talent show. The rest were oldies I didn’t know or songs I didn’t like, so this is the best of the best. Honestly, all are good and almost all are songs everyone knows the words to. Win win.

You’re welcome for the playlist.





Over the weekend, I saw Jackie with my mother. It was a riveting hour and a half and I’m sure it’ll be one of my favorite movies of the year.

I’ve been interested in the Kennedys and their political involvement from the first time I learned about JFK in depth in an American history class in middle school. So, I was already interested in seeing it. Finding out Natalie Portman starred and reading reviews that it was unlike any other work on the iconic couple sold me even more.

It was intimate. That’s the first word that came to mind. The movie begins with an interview at the Hyannis Kennedy Compound and flashes back to the hours and days following President Kennedy’s assassination. Of course, it features all of the most well-known events, items, and people in that traumatic time- the pink Chanel suit, Clint Hill, the burial, the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald.

But it also takes an introspective, natural look into some of the First Lady’s more personal moments, like her relationships with LBJ and Bobby, interactions with her children, knowledge of her husband’s affairs, loss of faith, and distress over the fact that her husband didn’t die for civil rights or something else considered equally important. She grieves his existence and protection as much as she does his legacy, which she struggles with trying to cultivate through his burial, funeral, and post-mortem press throughout the movie.

The costuming and sets are amazing yet not overshadowing of Natalie’s performance, and the rest of the cast is tremendous. I was teary at a few points, like the contrast of JFK’s crisp flag against Jackie’s billowing black veil as his mourners circle around, and beyond inspired through the entire thing. Jackie’s grace, poise, and protection of her family’s reputation and image is awe-inducing.

Go see Jackie. You won’t regret it.



new year’s eve breakdown

Last night was the most fun I’ve had in a while. I deserve it, since my previous New Year’s Eves have sucked. Instead of writing a thesis paper detailing the night’s tumultuous events, I’ll list. I also have some compulsive desires right now.

I took various L’s last night. I’m okay with it, kind of. They fit into the pattern of my life being a never ending joke. But at least they make good blog fodder!

  • I lost not one, but TWO forms of ID.
  • I told my brother that I’m in love with a guy.
  • I drunk texted in almost every recent conversation I’ve had.
  • I kissed the wrong guy at midnight because he told me we “had to hook up since I bought you drinks” (gag) and I didn’t want to be alone.
  • MY EX WALKED IN ON ME PEEING. Well, not peeing, I was just snapping my bodysuit back together, but still. So bad.

Of course, I did have a few accomplishments. I went over to DJ’s house today and met up with my cousin and I was so proud telling them some of these things.

  • I got into the venue.
  • I managed to not fall down the stairs everyone fell down.
  • I did not buy a single one of my own drinks.
  • I took all of my makeup off and put my retainers on AND left a bin next to my bed just in case before I went to sleep.
  • I looked super hot, not going to lie.
  • I drank water before bed.
  • I didn’t get a single battle scar. I’m immune to getting them, and, honestly, it’s a gift.

Naturally, I woke up with anxiety and the shakes, smelling like an ashtray and the guy I was with. These are the days.



16 things learned in 2016

Since, last New Year’s Eve, I wrote 15 things learned in 2015, I figured I’d do the same for this year.

This year was amazing. I know it was one of the worst years ever for a lot of people and maybe the country at large, but it was a good year personally.

In January, my father and I went to our traditional father-daughter formal and had the best time. He’s been, thankfully, doing really well at work which is something we’re all excited about. The winter sucked until March, when my sweet father and I went away to his family’s house in Boca after a little tour of the Carolinas. My mother and brother met us there for a spring getaway. A highlight of the year was ending my ongoing health issues, a huge chapter of my life. It feels so good to not have to go to the doctor every two weeks and have tear-inducing discussions about hard decisions with my team and parents. I think I look a lot better too.  The end of April was my formal and all of my date drama. It was a lowlight, but definitely a learning experience. Guys are weird. In May, I closed out the academic year really well and I’m still really proud of myself for such an accomplishment. My birthday brought another exciting year, my last until a ton of changes, and ushered in the summer. Oh, the summer. It was the best one of my life. I saw Justin Bieber and Kanye, had the best family vacation ever, and made some big decisions about my future. The fall brought a new job and my last year here. I’ve been soaking it up with my current friends and situation as I’m kind of on the brink of growing up.

Please, learn these now and not the hard way like I did. Maybe combined with the fifteen lessons learned in 2015 I’ll behave in 2017. Maybe.

  1. Experiential gifts are often better than material ones.
  2. It’s best to source friends of all walks of life.
  3. Brunch is the best meal. No question.
  4. Spend time with your grandparents if you still have them.
  5. Don’t just mindlessly spend time: ask questions, listen to stories, and look at photos.
  6. Walking in heels is a skill, not an innate ability.
  7. Facebook is not for politics.
  8. Water is the only thing you can drink that’s only good for you.
  9. Keep Facebook clean for the sake of your Great Aunt Anne and potential employers.
  10. Grief is the most horrible, unnatural thing in the world.
  11. Fighting constantly with people you’re always in close quarters with isn’t worth it.
  12. Silver just suits me more than gold.
  13. Organization is key.
  14. Working sucks sometimes, but pay and experience make up for it.
  15. Accessories can make an outfit.
  16. Not knowing what you want to do with your life is okay… it’s not at all caring or wanting to make a difference that’s not okay.

Happy New Year!



gilmore girls

I mentioned after That ’70s Show and Friday Night Lights that I started a new show.

And that show, praytell, is GILMORE GIRLS!

Basic, yes. But a drag, no. I thought I’d hate the cute mother-daughter dynamic and kitschy town but I actually really love it. It’s a feel good show that’s easy to watch.

Right now, I’m on season three, so please don’t spoil anything. And, speaking of spoilers, there are some below. Read with caution.

So far, I love Emily, Rory, Richard, Christopher, Luke, Jess, Madeline, Louise, Paris, Lane, and Miss Patty.

I didn’t/don’t love Dean, Max, Taylor, Sookie, Tristan, Mrs. Kim, and Kirk.

I love the small town dynamic. Everyone knows everyone, which reminds me of the town I grew up in.

Season one was great. Season two I loved just as much, but the ending- fuck you, Christopher- killed me. Season three has been a little slower for me, but I die for the Jess vs. Dean rivalry. And, yes, I’m Team Jess. In my opinion, Dean is the guy Rory thinks she should date. She’s combining everyone’s expectations into one six-foot-something teenager. He also is too small town for her, especially considering her college and career aspirations. Jess, on the other hand, actually shares interests with her. They both read, mercilessly mock their parents and or guardians, and have an itch to leave Stars Hollow.

I have a few questions, though:

  1. How has Rory not gone any farther than make out with Dean or Jess? I know Dean’s innocent and possibly gay, but it seems unrealistic.
  2. How are Lorelai and Rory so thin after eating ice cream, pancakes, and burgers 24/7?
  3. Why is everything with



christmas confessions

I absolutely love Christmas. But it’s a lot. Come December 26th, or, actually, nine p.m. on December 25th, I’m ready for a break.

This season has had me incredibly busy and doing some weird stuff to keep a facade of perfect red and green happiness up. These are my Christmas themed confessions:

I hate elves. I think the concept of an elf, a tiny person with an adult voice and a job and pointy ears, is so fucking weird and creepy. Unfortunately, Polar Express and their old man-looking elves did this for me. Other than that, it’s a great movie.

Traditions are the best thing ever. But, as I mentioned yesterday, we’re thinking of maybe going West next year to change things up. I hate to say it, but family things are getting a little stale.

Christmas church makes me want to die. I hate that everyone who literally only comes on Christmas and Easter is there and it’s packed. I hate that there are always like eight screaming children per row. I would much rather skip.

I also think that ugly sweater parties are overdone. They were funny the first two years people did them, but now I think it’s beating a dead horse. If I were invited to one with a really fun crowd, though, of course I’d go. It’s just not my favorite.

You might not know that I absolutely hate surprises. I know, it’s really weird. But it means that I can’t deal with opening presents on Christmas morning. Naturally, I snooped and found over half of my gifts before they were wrapped 🙂



P.S. Read my other confession here. It’s a weird one, maybe moreso than this one.


make me up: laura mercier powder

Technically, it’s called Laura Mercier Translucent Loose Setting Powder, but we’ll shorten it for conversation’s sake. It’s $38 at Sephora. 

This powder came with excellent reviews from friends, blogs, and the Sephora website, on which it was ranked 4.5 stars. I needed a powder that was, well, translucent, because I sometimes needed a setting powder that’s not my BareMinerals, which is a foundation, colored-to-me powder.

I particularly like this product for my T-zone, which can get oily, and undereyes. I haven’t noticed it clinging to any dry spots if it comes across them, which is something I’d read complaints about.

I have to plug it for extra staying power for Laura Mercier’s translucent powder especially when paired with Urban Decay’s All Nighter Long Lasting Makeup Spray. It’s easy, it doesn’t smell, and it keeps everything in place. I had the Laura and Urban Decay combination on on Christmas Eve when I was at work from ten to four and then sweating my ass off at church (eye roll) and then at our family celebrations until eleven. Nothing budged.

Also, my mother, who has dark, olive skin literally six foundation shades darker than mine, tried it and it was just as invisible on her as it is on me. So it really is shadeless.