New address, new weather, new roommate, new professor. New smells and new books and new sun and new roads. New way to cross the street and swipe my credit card, a new way to say thanks and a new bed to sleep in. A bed empty of laughs from little nights stolen away from the rules.  There are new signs and new spellings, re’s where er’s should be. There new ways to get around, new ways to feel.  No car and no ocean, no clapping and howling of seals being carried by salty air at 2am while I’m almost falling asleep. And no Dad to wake me up with a bowl of cereal in the morning. New calls to old in a few ways, because it so often calls on comparison.  Finding the new in the world is so damn crucial to building your own world because you get to take the new and the old and smash them together to make something you can fall in love with every single day.

 New is good because it makes you uncomfortable. New is good because it makes you excited. New is good because it makes you feel what it’s like to really miss people and the way they smell when you hug them and how they look when they laugh.  New chalks the shitty parts of old up to good experience and takes the best parts of it and makes them infinite in your little heart.  It makes you long, it makes you appreciative, and honest. 

Maybe I’m a little late on writing about all of the new, but it’s too much to try and explain. I just feel it. And I long, and I’m appreciative, and I’m getting more honest everyday. More than anything I’m excited, for life I guess. For right now, and for next week, and for the week after that and for the day I get home. And for how I dramatically over-punctuate when I write in the middle of the nights that I can’t fall asleep. 

Goooooodnight moon.

-rer

I Found three pretty cool things this year…

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

Chills. Never will sound the same again.

Sad that I missed them at Coachella but I will make it up by finding them somewhere else. I know it’s a little slow and a whole lot of acoustic sounds but truth is they jam and they have a lot of heart and that it’s midnight and I’m trying to finish a six page paper and I am exhausted. 

If you love it never leave it. That might’ve just been the greatest weekend of my life.

! ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !  ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 

ivre

et ivre esperes que rester ici et parler avec toi

mais n’est pas posible

et je suis un petite fatiguee

parce-que est 2:00 du la matin 

et il est posible que je vais rever. 

bonnuit mon ami

x

rer.

ps. je ne sais pas porquoi je parles francaise tout les temps quand je boire, je suis tres desolee, pardon moi.

A high school jam to last forever, especially on the first day of spring. Makes me want to skip class and go be stupid at a Girl’s show. Happy tuesday, and even better, happy spring!

too excited. 

holy………

March Madness in full effect, from anorexic workout instructors to FINALLY finding acais, shakeweight to frat formals, sloppy sundays, visits from dad, deer, and anything else we could find in between the good sunsets, full moons and jesus freaks. haha, this life is a happy one.  seven weeks left!