what?

The world is either totally falling apart, or totally coming together. I really have no idea.

So much has happened in the past few days. Lots of love, little bits of hate, and definitely not alot of sleep. In two months I start to hear back from graduate schools. This is a pointles update but a week ago I was snowed in in Philadelphia and it was really perfect.

I'll talk about actual things soon. Alot is happening in the news. I hate the health care bill.

Not at the end but, already won.

I wanted to do this recap for my own memory benefit, I'm doing it now since I'm gonna be a busy lady with Kelsey + Danielle visiting to do christmasy-stuff, then one last final, then heading to Wb for a week.

I thought of all the bad things fom 2009, and then I decided I won't mention them because I'm trying to focus on the good right? ha. okay So the great moments of 2009:

Starting off in January!!!!!

-Very First boxing class. - Speaking to 3 men on death row over the phone in a covert interview process conducted through Pace University, being exposed to mad facts about the death penalty. -There was this moment where Lily was meeting me in Manhattan and she had just been traveling from Philly, and when I got off the train underground to transfer I knew with every cell in my body I would run into her on the transfer train's platform, I remember walking down the stairs and looking down the whole tunnel to see if I could see her and there she was and I literally sprinted to her all the way at the end. I haven't had an intuition feeling like that since, I just knew she'd be standing there. - Started my half sleeve. - Got IRB governmental approval for my study on the first try. That application is like 30 pages long!! - Took a three hour train along the hudson river to visit Lindsey in upstate NY, made breakfast with her every morning, sang Saves The Day songs in her bedroom as if we were 15 again. - Saw Alkaline Trio!!! - Walked around the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens all day with reen and kimmy, realized I want to get married there. - Me and Kathleen went to celebrate Sagen's birthday at Eldridge and we got to party with Mariah Carey and see her sit 6 feet away from us singing along to her own songs the DJ was playing. - Seeing Title Fight play in a garage duing a thunderstorm. - John Slaby, going to a lame graduation party and having him randomly be there, and us hanging out for a whole week straight after that, not sleeping for that entire week, having my first camping trip at Lake Jean, Coney Island, Brooklyn Aquarium, him taking me to my first pro baseball game, us eating hot dogs, his art shows, camping in an art gallery in Baltimore, him taking care of me after that horrendous burn, playing catch and basketball at Hamilton park, falling insanely in love with him. -Scotland, Scotland, Scotland, my first plane ride. Defending America, drinking REAL whiskey, Scottish breakfasts, sitting at the top of a tiny mountain in the center of the capital city with Lindsey and Jeppy. Learning that I really only care about places because of the people in them. - Steps Falls jumping off of cliffs with WB kids and LI boyz. - Meeting purely wonderful girls and getting to know them: Katie, Danielle, Kels, etc.- Hanging with Bobby some while he lived in NYC, Him getting published in the NY Times. - Eating BBQ with Laura and walking around in a downpour - Nude beach trip with dogpound dudes BFF Jaycox. - Turning 22, seeing the museum of natural history. - Finishing applying to Graduate School.


This year can be summed up with a few of the following songs:























"The show is over, the audience get up to leave their seats, time to collect their coats and go home. They turn around, no more coats and no more home."

crazy in love

snippin' on my bangs.

Goodbye 2009.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/14/nyregion/14juvenile.html?_r=1&sudsredirect=true

"New York Task Force Finds Extreme Crisis in Youth Prisons"

Everyone read that!!

John emailed it to me and brought it to my attention, and I'm so thankful he thought of me and sent it because I don't read the New York Times usually on Mondays because I don't have work. I would have completely missed this reallllllllyyyy good article.

I bought my father a Christmas present (which is also a birthday present since that's his birthday). I haven't bought something for my father that wasn't like a pair of socks or dishes for his shitty "house" in about 4 years. I'm trying this new thing where I try to stop having such high expectations. He will never apologize for things he's done to me because he actually doesn't believe they were wrong....I have to realize that his childhood honestly poisoned him and if I grow up to be this hateful, bitter, scorned daughter, then I'd be ruined just like him. I will never let myself be ruined by some bullshit childhood I was supposed to have, didn't have, or always "wished" I had.

I bought him a basketball and a shirt. Basketball is the only good thing besides tea he likes.

I just got home from the grocery store, I needed toothpaste so badly. I bought pears too. Now I'm waiting to walk down the street and scoop my laundry out of the dryer. I love carrying it down my street, it fills my arms and I can barely see over the pile I'm carrying and it's so warm still from the heat of the dryer that I don't need a coat for that 2 block walk.

I bought myself an early Christmas present. A book to read for pleasure. I bought ....

I wanted to initially stay away from this book because it's some book Oprah recommends and it was reviewed as being a more grown up version of Lord of the Flies. Everyone should read this. I've had it for a little over a day (during finals even) and I'm almost done. It's about the world and a father and son traveling post-apocalyptic Earth, but it's not a week after, it's years and years after when the soil doesn't grow anything and people have formed primitive tribes that are cannibalistic. Even though I'm realllllllyyyy enjoying this book it reminds me about the scariest aspect of psychology. When people find out I major in psychology they think i'm constantly terrified of all of the diseases I'm learning about because welll...sometimes it makes you paranoid you have EVERYTHING, but the scariest thing that I have learned in psychology is that human beings are capable of terrible things, I'm talking, horrible, unimaginable THINGS. This book basically illustrates that catastrophe and desperation can drive people to lose all humanity. Humanity is not natural, in fact survival of the fittest turns the most humane individuals into animals and savages. Everyone has experienced this. Everyone has experienced looking at someone and seeing so much in them, so much infrahumanization, but moments later they are cold and abusive and that is the point when they are capable of anything. And that is what scares me most of all. I think this is why I don't really judge people when they are at their best, however when they are at their worst.

I can't wait to make a mental list of the bests and worsts of 2009. It's gonna be a doozy of a list.

With buried heads we both forget

I don't want anything to do with people that won't be around for the rest of my life.

But it's the truth.

Most updates.

Everyone pay attention for about 15 seconds::::::


http://www.wired.com/techbiz/people/magazine/17-10/ff_smartlist

Everyone read this article concerning 12 ideas that are shocking but could change the world; particularly the section about Purging the prisons, and ending medical privacy. Am I some sort of radical because I've believed most of these things should actually materialize in the near future?

this is one of the most interesting articles I've read in a very long time, it concerns so many feilds, and subfeilds.

John is so sick I seriously think he's dying. All of his symptoms remind me of when I was hospitalized for MONO for 5 days a few years back. If he has mono it'd explain why I'm feeling fine; because I've already had it and am immune, even after sharing all of his foods/bed/drinks/spits.

what I do have is the ugly disease? hahah!! look at this hideous picture of me...



taken by Keith Garcia, at his spot with the cutest leetle pup while we were over watching that boxing match I mentioned a few posts back.

Guts

It's December?

To You

I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
Because the murderer left it in the snow beside a window
Through which he saw her head, connecting with
Her shoulders by a neck, and laid a red
Roof in her heart. For this we live a thousand years;
For this we love, and we live because we love, we are not
Inside a bottle, thank goodness. I love you as a
Kid searches for a goat; I am crazier than shirttails
In the wind, when you're near, a wind that blows from
The big blue sea, so shiny so deep and so unlike us;
I think I am bicycling across an Africa of green and white fields
Always, to be near you, even in my heart
When I'm awake, which swims, and also that I believe that you
Are trustworthy as the sidewalk which leads me to
The place where I think of you, a new
Harmony of thoughts. I love you as the sunlight leads the prow
Of a ship which sails from Hartford to Miami, and I love you
Best at dawn, when even before I am awake the sun
Receives me in the questions which you always pose.

- Kenneth Koch



The Boiling Water

Moments might be serious. It is
serious, in such windy weather,
to be a sail
Or an open window, or a feather
flying in the street...

Seriousness, how often I have
thought of seriousness
And how little I have understood
it, except this: serious is urgent
And it has to do with change. You
say to the water,
It's not necessary to boil now,
and you turn it off. It stops
Fidgeting. And starts to cool. You
put your hand in it
And say, The water isn't serious
any more. It has the potential,
However—that urgency to give
off bubbles, to
Change itself to steam. And the
wind,
When it becomes part of a
hurricane, blowing up the
beach
And the sand dunes can't keep it
away.
Fainting is one sign of
seriousness, crying is another.
Shuddering all over is another
one.

A serious moment for the
telephone is when it rings.
And a person answers, it is
Angelica, or is it you.

A serious moment for the fly is
when its wings
Are moving, and a serious
moment for the duck
Is when it swims, when it first
touches water, then spreads
Its smile upon the water...

A serious moment for the match
is when it burst into flame...

Serious for me that I met you, and
serious for you
That you met me, and that we do
not know
If we will ever be close to anyone
again. Serious the recognition
of the probability
That we will, although time
stretches terribly in
between...

- Kenneth Koch



I need to go Christmas shopping.
Steady listening to Nas and Ryan Adams.
I need some new Air Maxs
My "To Do" list is getting shorter
Those two poems are it for me right now.

Close your eyes, sometimes it helps.

I know it is everyone's favorite thing to do nowadays to worship Beyonce, the modern Diva, and I don't blame a soul, she's amazing, but lets not forget the real OG diva....



I'm offically finished applying to graduate school. five months, 7 schools, 3 government standardized tests, and the grand total (I actually added it all up...) is a whopping $1,110 dollars. It sort of makes me sick. I'm really proud of my planning skills that were crucial in order for me to make it so I could AFFORD this...I stopped all spending that wasn't purely food or books or transportation. I couldn't even buy a beer in the last five months without feeling guilty for taking away from my own college fund. For anyone that says you can't do shit because you're poor and your parents don't financially support you, I spit in all of your faces.

Now I'm going to go eat the pint of Ben & Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk icecream I bought myself, eating the entire thing....

Affraid not Scared

My cognitive psycholog professor gave me this book because she said I'd like it. I LOVE it so far. I'll type up cool snipits on here once I'm done reading it.

Don't have much to say lately. Am a week away from being finished with applying, three schools left. (I have to space it out a bit so I can pay the $100 application fees and not go broke) So four out of seven are done and I'm on my way to getting seven great rejection letters in the mail, surely.

All I want is to watch UP in my bed wrapped up like a burrito in fifty blankets with my dog.

This past weekend John came to NYC, he brought me this old Lacoste baby blue cardigan he found in his room in the house he grew up in and I love it and haven't taken it off really. He wanted to skate the Brooklyn Banks before it gets shut down next month and it was cool to hang out for a while in a part of the city that I fell in love with when I was 18. We got papaya dog and Chili dogs are one of my top ten favorite foods.

i'm home. Last night me, my mother, my sister, and my dog all layed in bed and talked. I love that my whole family can fit in one single bed.

We Shinin'

hello, Educational Heaven.

I'm always wrong, but you're never right.

It's really interesting to see someone live in a fantasy world, not face reality, and pretend like they haven't spoken against a thousand things they now embrace.

I don't understand how people can be one person, so intensely, and be totally different in such a teeny amount of time. How people can be so disgusted by drugs, or a certain person, but then do a 360 and be different.  There are things I know I'll always be certain of within myself:

I will never cheat on a significant other.

I will never try cocaine,  get into weed, drink everyday...etc 

I will never turn my back on someone I've loved. No matter what.

I will never be best friends with someone I used to talk loads of shit on

I will never take my resentment/bitterness/anger/emotional disorders out on someone that had nothing to do with it.

Don't people have pride? It's so depressing to get older and see people turn sour on themselves. Aren't we all supposed to be getting better into our twenties? Maybe people cannot handle the truth of anything so they'd rather sit in half truth.

Whatever. In other news, I'm mad late on the Paramore guilty pleasure parade because I'm obsessed with that brand new eyes album, it's so catchy I hate myself. 

I'm itching for a new job and a new school. I hope I get both as my graduation present this May. 

I had such a good weekend. Watched the Paquiao v Cotto match at John's friend Keith's house and ate Filipino food in honor of the underdog Manny Paquiao. He won and is the first person to win all 7 weight classes, he's only 145 pounds and he beat Oscar De LaHoya. Dude is a little beast!!! Also, went to Robes' record release show and hung with Jep and a bunch of other cool peeps. It was really fun, I wish Greg's gf Vicki was there, she's such a great chick.  Had a lunch date with Kelsey and BB Danni which included hot cocoa with mucho whip cream, burritos and wonderful chats. Katie joined us and I wish I could hang on the daily with all those girls.  I made realllllly good pancakes for John and we went for BBQ at this really amazing place and the waitor was so unbelievably strange and creepy we couldn't get over it or HOLD in laughing.  The two of us with SO MANY plates covering this unnecessarily huge table they put us at like falling out of our chairs laughing at this dude. He's perfect for me, honestly.  The only thing bugging me lately is the uncertainty of the future, but I'm getting used to it.

I'm either dressed like one of the following lately:

John Slaby (he's always giving me his large tshirts)

A business woman

A chola

Cousin It

I've been thinking alot lately on how I was left alone so much when I was little. I just entertained myself for hours and hours and was rarely supervised. This had some bad consequences and some positive.  I'm never bored, I can't even fathom boredom actually.

I Look like the cookie monster or something. shortest human.

I expect people to be stronger.

Is that wrong?

Everyone just seems so weak sometimes.

rags to riches

Reading the letters of recommendation written by my professors seriously is making me tear up, or maybe that's the birth control talking since I just started up on that again for the first time in two and a half years. I'm officially finished with the GREs, I'm supposed to get a 1100-1200 and I scored just below an 1100. Its an acceptable score. I'm glad one part of this is complete.

Every monday night is me getting into a debate with my criminal justice professor who is one of the heads of the NYPD. Everything he says I disagree with and its baffling, depressing, and infuriating that all of the criminal justice majors in that class with me (its only my minor) are on the side of law enforcement instead of the defending the actual "justice" part of the system. I'm learning so much insider bullshit on the way cops are allowed to lie, manipulate, and profile people. I'm alone in that class fighting for what the constitutional law is supposed to do, and that is protect the people from the government, not the other way around. My professor sent out this email after a heated arguement we got in about pretext stops (pretext stops are when a cop can follow you bc he "thinks" you're going to do something bad, and he will follow you until you do the tiniest traffic violation and pull you over) its a TOTAL abuse of power and labels someone a criminal before they even commit a crime. Once again I feel alone in fighting for people that society immediately judges as "bad" and less than deserving of basic rights and general fairness with the law. I hate the law, is this how it's going to be my whole career? Am I going to be surrounded by people that are power obsessed and forget that criminals are human beings? MAD!!!! THIS IS THE EMAIL::::


"I was thinking about last night’s class and specifically NicoleAshton’s objection to pretext stops and their use by an undercover police investigator to identify someone who may (or may not) be involved in criminal activity. I was wondering if Ms. Ashton’s objection was the inconvenience caused to the individual by the stop or thefact that a record may be made in police controlled databases of the individual’s identity as a result of the stop.
I’d like to hear all of your views on that thought in nextweek’s class.
Prof. Rob Messner"

Dude was NOT listening because my objection to the to the pretext stop was neither of those reasons....

anyway. Everything else is coming together.











Also: my burn is healing. Today I washed my hair without help for the first time in a week and a half!! Kathleen and Kim painted the living room and hall way, isnt it beautiful??!!!





my palm is still fucked up but omgod i can move my hand!! HEALING IS MIRACULOUSSSSS

Everything is sooo good. Time to have a margarita with Kathleen. Havent done something like that in so long. School is taking over my life. I'm so thankful for it though.

baby racoon.

A HURT PAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





I feel like whenever i'm on roll of good luck or good fortune, something always happens to remind me that challenges are always lurking, and that I shouldnt ever think it will ever be easy. This week I was forced to rely on people because of an injury and while I hate it more than anything, it was nice to know that being taken care of can actually be really nice. Its funny to see how much you really do with both hands: pulling up your pants, putting your hair in a pony tail, etc...

for now I'm one handed. In a fair amount of pain. and probably have some gnarly scars in my future.



I took my fucked up hand with me to Johns latest art show, It was a three person show and it was gorgeous. John sold over $2300 in artwork...which included one of my favorites and i'm sorta sad I wont see it anymore. but yay on the success!!!

John washed my hair in his big bathtub this weekend. He got soap in my eyes and couldnt get over how heavy my hair was when its wet but it was the best. He has the hugest hands Ive ever seen but he still cleaned my wounds so carefully with tiny Q-tips.

Ill be thankful when its Thanksgiving and I;m eating turkey with my mom and sister, and when i can bend my hand. Cant wait to become social again when i'm done applying.

Well I walked them well didnt I?

Oh my god this song....me and lindsey being 16 singing this soo intensely.
I'm scheduling for my last semester as an undergraduate student this week. THANK GODDDDD. Dats it!!! Bye Pace University, thanks for giving me a full ride for four years, time to do something greater.

Need you like water in my lungs.

I wish I was there again somedays. Not because of the particular place. But I miss the breakfasts everyday in a row with Lindsey and Jess, it felt like the most familiar thing in a new place to be glued to their sides again like when we were growing up.

This week:

Recieved three A's in a row on two papers and a midterm for my super fucking annoying women's study class.

Thought wayyyy too much about the future

Had several meetings perfecting my personal statement for my grad school aps with my thesis advisor.

Babysat my favorite baby, Sasha and pretty much taught her how to say bird sounds.

Read through my ENTIRE study guide for the Psychology subject test GRE.

Ate soup mon-thurs for virtually all my meals because I was craving it ravenously.

Found out I lost like over five pounds in the last 2 months. I always lose weight when winter comes.

Alot of my hair is also falling out. Does anyone know any ways to make this stop?



This Weekend:

Had the best weekend with John before the next two weeks of intense deadlines of work/things due begins. On thursday after work he picked me up from the bus and we immediately got pizza/wings/beer and went home and layed on the couch and watched the baseball game because he's a phillies fan and I'm a Yankees HATER so that was a great situation.

In the morning we went shopping/thrifting and John found a virtually complete hiking backpack outside of a salvation army even equipped with a sleeping bag and it's a little big for me but when it gets warm and we go camping now we both have packs. I had a few good finds and bought a cute new winter coat in West Chester for fifteen bucks and John bought me probably the most expensive shirt I've ever owned for my birthday from JCrew that I can wear on my grad school interviews, I'm terrified to wear it and stain it.

I got sort of a nasty cold this weekend, and paid off my past due medical bill once and for all, I hate that I paid hundreds of dollars to a shitty hospital visit bill from two years ago, especially when they misdiagnosed me. Whatever, now they can stop calling me.

I've got the song "merry happy" by Kate Nash on repeat today for some reason. She's kinda frumpy but the song rules.


I don't like any particular place that much anymore, I like times of the week, times of the day most.

we never are what we intend

I saw a doggie costume parade while me and John walked through Tompkins Square Park.
Went to Queens to P.S. 1 and meandered around some art shows. I heard from everyone I needed to hear from, even my father got it right this year. 22 will be a crazy year, but I feel it will be good. Also, we went to the Museum of Natural History and I saw a zillion cool things, even though the Giant Whale exhibition was closed. While walking towards the museum John and greg found books being thrown away, John opened up a book and in it was a terot card, I looked up what it meant and basically it means that good things are coming your way, and babies....? LOL.

Basic Terot Meaning:
"Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way. It's one of those days when it all goes right. Just right. The money you were waiting for arrives and a bonus has been added, the project you've been working on comes out perfectly and you get all the credit. Traffic lights turn green for you, liars come clean and apologize, the garden blooms, the sky is blue, the weather is warm and sweet. As the song goes, "Here comes the Sun...." and absolutely everything is going to be all right. A most welcome babe will soon be on the way. Likely a boy, or twins"

I cant wait to see Lindsey and Jep over thanksgiving break and hang with my family.

Today I'm catching up on so much work since this weekend I had a vacation from school thangs. I got another gardosil vaccination and I'm currently having an allergic reaction to it. I have bad luck. This was the best birthday I've had in a while. John even fixed my bathtub! People were buying me so many drinks for my bday that I had to share them with the bartenders. It rained so much but it didn't ruin anything. Chili dogs from Papaya dog is a must birthday dinner as well. I think me kim and kathleen are gonna celebrate my bday just us girls this week by cooking a mini thanksgiving dinner. It's almost November and in the first week I'm taking two different GRE tests, both are four hours long. I hope I don't pull my hair out.

Don't have the energy to figure out why people are being bitchy or moody. It's time to grow up.

My mother's birthday cards always make me cry. I'm so lucky to have come from her, she's so quiet sometimes, but she's always strong and sure of who she is, not many people can say that about themselves.

You were the first real choice I would make

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day.
Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch
And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster,some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.--

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gestureI love) I shan't have lied.
It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster

Elizabeth Bishop





The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground!
I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go

Theodore Roethke

Eros

I've turned into a workaholic. If theres any point in my day that I'm not obsessing over standardize tests, grad applications, deadlines, or essay writing I feel GUILTY. I feel like I'm wasting precious time if I'm laying on the couch. When I even eat my one meal of the day I find myself thinking "I could be reading something right now or looking at my flashcards" I hate the idea that I have no idea if all of this is in vein. I might apply to 7 schools, pay $100 dollars for each application, then gradually recieve 7 rejection letters. In other news. I've been paying so much attention to my health. I RARELY smoke if it all and have stopped drinking, I've also been getting 8 hours of solid sleep a night. I was told I look and sound refreshed, I'm glad for that at least.

My birthday weekend, I'm happy to say will consist of going to see "Where the Wild Things Are" with John in Manhattan on Friday, hopefully some sort of breakfast Saturday, Partyin' saturday night, and on Sunday just the thought of sleeping in is enough celebration for me. Last night John and I talked on the phone all the way on his trip back to Philly from WB (he always falls sleepy when he drives it's so scary) and even after another consecutive 12 hour day of working/lab work, he makes me laugh so hard I cannot wait to see him this weekend. I'd usually get pretty annoyed if a boy were to tell me that I was a "poof head" in the morning because my hair is a mess but with him I just burst out laughing.

I may complain that I'm busy and stressed but I'm grateful for the motivation and work ethic, I'm glad I haven't let myself down on this one. I'm not usually one to give up on things that I want for myself, I considered for a second that maybe I wasn't ready for all of this, then I talked to my professors who are writing me recommendations and they all said that its obvious my entire life revolves around my area of study, and that they wouldn't expect anything less than for me to apply to the top programs, at the top schools. We'll see. Like always, making things happen for myself, is what makes me happiest in life. The satisfaction of being totally self reliant is what fuels 75% of my happiness, and I am happy, the other 25% is fueled by the people in my life that have integrity and have proven to me they won't change on a dime.

I want Lindsey to be able to come for my birthday weekend also. I miss so many people. Time is really flying, isn't it?

Also, I miss reading for fun.

Two snowmen are standing in a field. One says to the other : "Funny, I smell carrots too".

Things keeping me alive lately:

grapefruits

Folders, tons of them

Owen

The professional massage I bought myself months ago for Dec. 2nd (the day i'm done applying)

Plans

Cocoa Butter chapstick

Hot tea, cold tea, bran muffins from work.

New Pillows

Tylenol Sinus

HUGE scarf

Reading the Newspaper everyday

Conversations with my little sister

John's picture text of him sleeping on the couch with his sister's pup.

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Songs that have been on repeat:

Bird In Hand - Owen

Clark Gable - Postal Service

Sleepyhead - Alkaline Trio

Queen of Ny - Remy Ma

Red and Blue Jeans - Promise Ring

Check up on it - Beyonce, Sliim Thug, Bun B

Smile On Me - American Steel

Three Miles Down - Saves the Day

At the Bottom - Brand New

Play Crack the Sky - Brand New

Straight to Hell (clash cover)- Lily Allen

Who'd Have Known? - Lily Allen

You and Me - Her Space Holiday

Nobody's Nothing - Owen

Oop

Jus' Sayin.