Some Nights.

Some nights, I :

  • online shop and order shirts with eagles on them, heart-shaped sunglasses and Holly-Golightly-inspired sleeping masks
  • eat a giant slice of chocolate cake (#noshame)
  • delete 100 people from my phone contacts
  • become reminiscent about the past and work myself into this little crawlspace of emotions
  • bookmark and pin a bunch of craft d-i-y projects that i know i will be too lazy and impatient to actually ever make or do-it-myself, but that look so cute and practical
  • watch The Princess Diaries and High Fidelity on a neverending loop
  • have 3 intense crippling moments thinking i will forever be alone
  • have 24 intense crippling moments thinking i will never make it in the working world and music industry
  • cry while reading my bible
  • send picture messages of: baby sloths, corgi puppies and kittens
  • laugh so hard at the dinner table with my parents about our fear of the slow checkout lady at hobby lobby that i start crying
  • actually remember to moisturize twice a day like every magazine has told me for years and feel like a total rockstar because of it
  • paint my nails with OPI’s “The One That Got Away” from the Katy Perry Nail Polish Collection and feel like a total rockstar because of it
  • play guitar and ukulele for the first time in two months and sing until i’m hoarse
  • spend 20 minutes trying to get my brother’s pug to love me, and fail
  • make obsessive and ocd-esque playlists on Spotify for hours on end
  • think about Coachella and assume that since I’m not there, it’s probably not very good, I mean like, Gotye and Beirut and Bon Iver and The Black Keys all in one place? I’m not jealous or needy for live music. Nope. Totally fine. (ish)
  • go out and am the quintessential twentysomething social butterfly with loud music and trendy beverages and dancing, only to be wishing for my bed and its 7 pillows, all comfortable
  • sit on my bed with its 7 pillows, all comfortable, and yet wish i was out on the town like a quintessential twentysomething social butterfly with loud music and trendy beverage and dancing
  • look forward to getting home just so i can put on my moccasins
  • watch the latest episode of Mad Men and discuss it in depth with my best friend via text message and consequently, become so thankful for stupid things like text messages and technology and writers of wonderful television episodes
  • miss my friends and college so much that it hurts inside my very soul. like, inside and out, my whole body just seems to say “i miss you, i miss you, i miss you all.”
  • try on my entire shoe collection and, really, applaud myself on my great taste
  • tell myself i should read more books and end up reading the internet for the next 3 hours
  • read The Frenemy and feel less alone
  • make long list blog posts that might borrow their format from The Frenemy a little bit
  • eventually sleep, but, at least tonight, not before I listen to Some Nights again. (see what I did there?!?!?)
  • (goodnight.)
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5 responses to “Some Nights.

  1. So as one of the smarter people i have ever had the pleasure of knowing you need to know you’re way to good of a catch to be worried about all these trivial things. also please don’t mentally check my grammar
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  2. I know exactly which scary, slow checkout lady at Hobby Lobby you’re talking about! I’m scared of her too!!! And I am often completely amazed at how slow she is- I feel like one would have to make a very conscious decision and much effort to move that slowly!
    (You are talking about the Humble location, right? Unless, what if there are scary, slow ladies at every Hobby Lobby??)

    • Yes! I am so glad that we’re not the only ones who notice this! it’s totally the one in Humble. She’s so slow that we always try to find another line or shop longer, ha. And now I fear that there are scary, slow ladies at every Hobby Lobby! We can’t escape!

      • Ha! I’ve shopped longer and spent more money just to avoid her too! (is there maybe a Hobby Lobby conspiracy there?!) And we are definitely NOT the only ones who notice and fear! A few months ago a friend of mine posted something on fb about the incredibly slow Hobby Lobby cashier and within minutes there were so many comments! Everybody knows who she is, and we’re all afraid!

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