Why is MGMT so fucking weird?
Still a boss song. Congratulations drops April 13th.
Why is MGMT so fucking weird?
Still a boss song. Congratulations drops April 13th.
I’ve been on spring break for a few days, and it’s been so-so. Surely nothing compared to my friends who are vacationing in St. John or Barcelona or Disney World, where it’s going to be lovely and care-free all week. I’ve got AP world homework to finish and an article-or rather, a feature-to write on Grace Rosen all before the end of the break. And I’ve got to spend the entire break with a cast on my nose. You laugh now, but wait till you break your nose and can’t scratch below the giant mold of a bandage, or wear glasses, or wash your face. Life has become unnecessarily difficult as a result of this cracked nose.
So I’m looking at things that I can do in the area to entertain myself, and I’ve got a few ideas for myself. I know I can’t make a list, because once I did that with Alli for the summer, we had a list of 100 things we wanted to do, and I didn’t get anything on the list done. Of course, the feats were a bit outrageous, like “go on the roof of a public place” (which I accomplished) or “touch a pigeon”, which I never remembered that I wanted to do.
I’ve decided I want to do three things before break is over. 1.) I want to go to the city and go to either the Met or MoMA to see the Tim Burton exhibit, and also eat a 5$ sushi dinner at Dean & Deluca. 2.) I want to go to Philly and either explore South Street or hang out around Walnut Street. Maybe both. 3.) I want to have a picnic-a real, nice picnic, with a basket and blanket and lemonade and sandwiches and homemade snacks and everything. On the battlefield.
I’ll be chronicling these events, which I can hopefully complete before the end of the week. We’ll see what happens.
I broke my nose in two places during my floor routine at a meet yesterday. With my knee. How it happened was, I fell midair on my back, and my legs came tumbling down…onto my nose. I then took the world’s longest car ride to the closest ER and waited forever to get in and get something…anything that would take the pain away. The throbbing in my face was probably the worst pain I’ve ever felt, and as a gymnast, I’ve experienced pain before. It was worse than all of the blisters, bruises and rips I’ve ever gotten all put together at once. It felt as though someone had hit me in the nose with a baseball bat, and they might as well have. The force and impact of my knee, now that I think about it, was probably stronger than a swinging wooden bat.
This is the first bone I’ve ever broken. I’d like it to be the only bone I’ll ever break, but as a gymnast that’s likely to not happen. I don’t even know when I’ll be going back to the gym, because I fell on my shoulders/head from way up in the air, so to play it safe the doctors are treating it like a concussion and not letting me back for three weeks. This happened a year ago…I hate missing practice! Maybe I’ll have a glorious comeback like Peyson Keeler did on Make It Or Break It. Probably not though.
As of right now, I resemble an Avatar/a Navi person because of how swollen my nose has gotten. Also, I have two black eyes and bruising that’s going to spread to under my jaw apparently. Friday, I go in to have it pushed back into place. Broken bones are fun!
Listening to MGMT’s new album before it comes out makes some of it better though.
Spring has sprung, and for the past few days was just begging to be reveled in. So my friends and I decided to take a trip to the shore-the Jersey shore. And we didn’t just go to any old beach, oh no. We trekked all the way down to Seaside Heights for some good old fashioned boardwalk fun. But the hour and a half long drive gave us more than we had bargained for. From the terrible backup on the bridge, we could tell that it would be a full day, but we figured that it was just hundreds of other beach lovers eager to enjoy the clear skis, like us. We were wrong.
The second we got onto Hamilton Avenue, Maria pointed out a gaggle of college kids who were decked out in bright green with matching beads in the shape of clovers around their necks. Holy mom, I thought. They’re still celebrating St. Patrick’s Day?
And that they were-that drunkman’s holiday took place on a Wednesday this year, which apparently means even if it’s three days later, the holiday should really be celebrated whenever the weekend is. So as the four of us took naps on the actual beach, attempting to get some color and enjoying the salty ocean breeze, the boardwalk was clogged with hundreds Ronnie look-a-likes having a celebratory beer or four by 2 P.M.
But isn’t that what the Jersey Shore is about? Drinking away the week’s troubles? Perhaps if one is of age it is, but there’s also a boardwalk and ice cream on waffles and the amusement park…just the thought of it makes me wish that the summer would come sooner. Seeing it all in person is an even bigger tease. The empty, immobile rides were crying for us to get on them so that they could toss us around the boardwalk
I can’t believe that there weren’t more people on the boardwalk, or clogging up the Shore Shop. I expect that it’ll be pretty full of tourists on a search for the Shore House come May, but for now it looks like the same old crowd of Jerseyans will be venturing to Seaside to enjoy the attractions. The shore will probably be cashing in this summer, thanks to the seven infamous Italian-Americans who dominated MTV this fall. There are already vendors selling t-shirts that read “GTL: Gym Tanning Laundry”, which will probably sell out within days.
The problem is that Seaside is just a tip of the shore iceberg. There are many much more beautiful beaches along the Jersey Shore-for instance Island Beach State Park, the only beach that actually looks the way a New Jersey beach is supposed to.
When my good friend Julie Sok from Virginia put in a request to go to Seaside when she visits, I was a bit appalled. “Wouldn’t you rather go to Point Pleasant or something?” I asked. Of course, she didn’t really know what I was talking about, seeing as her only real knowledge of the shore was through that abominable TV show. So hopefully this summer, Seaside wont be the only beach getting attention. The Jersey Shore can be a wonderful place, but there’s a lot more to it than Seaside Heights.
I spent the day in classrooms and lecture halls at Columbia University, strolling to and from the different courses across the open-air campus. Every chance I got to enjoy the clear skies and early-spring air, I took full advantage of. I chose the place where we dined for lunch based solely on the fact that it had an outdoor seating area, ignoring the prices and the type of food we were eating. Luckily for me, it was a French restaurant, but was a bit pricier than I would have liked. Whatever, I can treat myself every now and then. Even the train ride home, which was taken up by a heated discussion about what changes to make to our paper and how it stacked up to the others that we had seen at the convention, was graced with the yellow warmth of the late afternoon sun. I spent the initial time after the departure staring blankly out the window at the New York/North Jersey skyline, which looked particularly pretty in the afternoon light. When I arrived home, I found my recently-retired father relaxing on the porch, sharing a laugh with our neighbor who was also enjoying the weather from his porch swing. My windows have been wide open all day to let the breeze in, and it’s almost 7 and the sun is still out. Spring is so close! I’m not even worried about all the Huck Finn notes I need to take tomorrow or the AP prep I need to finish or the math that I’m missing, because all that matters is that I’m much more content with life than I have been in months.
And that’s just the weather–Columbia was of course, beautiful and made me want to go there even more than I already did. Even though I got a text message from Milo gushing about UChicago, this university is still top choice. Sigh. I also learned a lot this year. The CSPA always makes me want to dive right into production and do amazing things with the features and layouts, but I attended two lectures on writing and getting published which made me want to work on my writing more than I ever have before. And I still have another whole day of fun tomorrow-I’m doubly excited. I’ve forgotten how much I love Tower/Columbia/This convention. The only problem is, I kind of don’t want to go to class tomorrow. I kind of just want to lay on the grass behind Butler library, sunbathing the whole day through.
Happy 17th birthday!! I hope you’re enjoying the mid-west and your quality time with Milo while I’m stuck in school spending the evening with Marcus…torture, I know.
Anyhoo, I wish you were here to drive me from production to practice to production again with your new license. You have nothing better to do-you have spring break.