would you rather have online friends or in real life friends?

There is no easy way to answer this question, to be honest. The simple answer would be that I would prefer to have in real life friends, but not in the way that you're thinking.

Through the Internet, I have met dozens of wonderful, amazing people that I am blessed to have in my life. Through the Internet, I have also met a ton of bitches, but that's another story. I am thankful to have these people in my life, however they do not take the place of the friends that I have here.

I would be perfectly happy to have these same online friends here with me, instead of miles away. Because - excluding the people I know at school, who I won't be seeing for quite some time - the people I know in real life kind of suck.

You see I've got this American Love...

best friends, ex friends until the end.

this girl is my best friend in the entire world, and her name is ruth.

How do you think your life would be different if your best friend had never moved away?

Ideally, we would still be friends, the only difference is that she would be here and not 1000 miles away from me. We'd probably be going to the same college, if not roommates.

However, the truth is that I don't know what my life would have been like if she stayed. I don't know if she would have turned into any other friendship I've ever had, where they've been more of time/place friendships that I have always had trouble putting effort into. I don't know if we would have been friends in high school or if we had, would we have survived graduation?

Most people won't believe me when I say this, but I'm glad she doesn't live here anymore. It turned our bullshit, preteen friendship into a real friendship that I cherish. I know that she'll be my friend for the rest of my life, regardless of where she is.

You see I've got this American Love...

sunsets and fireflies (a summer mix)

When I think of summer, I think of it in a couple different ways. I think of the bright, sunny days that leave me driving around with the windows down and blasting music that I love. However, there's also nights like tonight. Nights where I am sitting here in a bittersweet mood, enjoying light music and smiling. That's what's reflected in this playlist. Enjoy.

1. Yearlong Winter - Punchline
2. The Mixed Tape (Cover) - Vedera
3. Coney Island - Good Old War
4. Shine Baby Shine - Catch The Sunrise
5. The Best Happiness Money Can Buy - I Can Make A Mess Like Nobodies Business
6. Dutch Courage - The Spill Canvas
7. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
8. Karma Police - Radiohead
9. O Valencia! - The Decemberists
10. Your Only Escape - Gatsby's American Dream
11. All You Did Was Save My Life - Our Lady Peace
12. When Did Your Heart Go Missing - Rooney
13. 15 Steps - Radiohead
14. I'm Sorry I Told You All My Problems - Days Away
15. Sunsets and Car Crashes - The Spill Canvas
16. T. Kline's Decline - Days Away

you can download this mix here.

since graduation was long ago, please somebody get me out of this hole

Lately, it's been hard not to think about how my life was at this time last year. On Thursday, my cousin Mercedes graduated from Hannibal High School just as I did one year ago. And it was weird to sit there and watch her walk across the stage. To know the things that must have been going through her mind. If I know based on my own experiences, it was a lot of "goddamn why is this gown so hot and why are they talking so fucking much". And also a lot of "oh my god, this is it."

High school graduation is something that people talk about for your whole life. When you're in elementary school, it's a joke. That far off, never-gonna-happen thing that your parents talk about in an almost longing way. In middle school, it seems a little bit closer with cries of "six more years!" when you're in 6th grade (I still can't believe it's been that long since I was in 6th grade) and the pressing of your parents and teachers to write papers entitled "What I Want To Be When I Grow Up". And then you reach your Freshman year of high school and suddenly it's a whirlwind of getting good grades, because you want to get in to college, don't you? And then slowly, it's your senior year and then you're sitting on the field and you're thinking "holy fuck, this is it."

That, and that the gowns you have to wear are hot and there's not a possible way to sit in them without being uncomfortable. They're a bit unforgiving.

To watch Cede graduate was magical. I loved seeing the way that she looked so high and proud, her self esteem bursting. And that's the way she should have felt. High school graduation is a gloating moment. A "look what I just fucking did" kind of thing. But it's also scary as hell. It's the end of comfort, the end of knowing exactly what to expect.

But Cede can do it. I have nothing but faith in her. Although in college she might want to stop smacking everyone's butts and saying "good game!"

I could really use a wish right now

I've been holding off on writing this post.

For any of you that know me personally, or have visited my blog at least once ever, you know that my family is extremely important to me. Especially my great-grandma. I spend a good majority of my free time out at her house. Whether I'm out there just to visit or to help clean, I enjoy every minute of it. And it might not seem like that because well, who really likes to clean? But it's not what I'm doing that makes me love it, it's the fact that I'm there.

When I was a little girl, I held on to the belief that my great-grandparents were going to be around forever. And I didn't have anything to make that be untrue. In my eyes, my great-grandparents were healthy as can be. I was too young to see the underlying health problems that I'm now seeing. So, as you can imagine, the death of my great-grandpa came as the biggest shock. I didn't think I'd lose them, so it hit me twice as hard when I did.

Ever since then, I've held on to every memory of him as though it's a piece of gold. Memories are priceless. In my great-grandma's house, I can still see him out of the corner of my eye. Him coming around corners to tickle me, asking me if I was "his girl" - which I always was. I had so many years in that house with him that it was hard to find something that didn't remind me of him. Or of my great-grandma.

Well, a couple months ago my mother informed me that my great-grandma was looking in to moving into one of the Senior Apartments in town. It'd be a one-bedroom, tiny thing about a mile from my house. And while I realized that this was probably the best decision for her - her house was falling apart: there was mold in the basement and the foundation was crumbling - I couldn't help but feel that my heart was breaking. You see, my great-grandparents had lived in that house for longer than I've been alive, and I grew up there. Ruth tells me not to get so attached to places, but I can't always help it. I felt this same heartbreak moving out of my home last January, and when I moved out of my dorm room a couple weeks ago. I get attached to places. The memories overwhelm me and I can't help feeling sad when I leave.

My great-grandma moved a couple weeks ago, and last weekend I got to see the house I grew up in nearly empty. Gone was the kitchen table. Gone was the couch that my little cousins and I used to use as a backseat in our imaginary car. Gone was the swing that was my comfort after my great-grandpa died. And you know what? It hurt. A lot more than I expected it to.

But there's always comfort in pain if you know where to look. That house was destroying my great-grandma's health. The mold was getting to her and making it hard to breathe. The stress of living next to my great-grandpa's bitch daughter was getting to her. And now that she's out of that, it's like having my old grandma back. She's happier. Healthier. And if losing that house means that I get to have my grandma a couple years longer, it seems like a good trade.

if you wanna be scene

take a shit where you sleep, and smile for the paparazzi.