This Is My Jam #1

I have a little bit of a confession to make. We all know I love music. I love discovering music, I love sharing music, I love listening to music so cool no one's every heard of it. Here's where the confession comes in:

I also love pop music, the top 40 kind you hear on the radio. It's all I listen to in the car. I should hate that stuff right? Wrong. I love it and I know I'm not the only one out there. So I decided to do a shout out to all my favorite embarrassing songs. I can't decide if this will be a weekly thing, monthly thing, or not a thing at all. We'll just see how it goes.

So without further ado, I bring you the first installment of  "This Is My Jam:"



If you don't think this is Miley Cyrus' magnum opus you are wrong. And if you don't think that the United States should change this to their national anthem you are also wrong (the only other acceptable option is Ignition (Remix). Did you know there was a petition to get it changed? Where do I sign?)

She hops off the plane at LAX with her dreams and her cardigan (didn't we all Miley, didn't we all), welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa), is she gonna fit in? Jumps in the cab, here she is for the first time, looks to the right and sees the Hollywood sign (you know that's not possible right? Whatever. Doesn't matter)

She gets to the club in her taxi cab, and everybody looking at her now (She was 17 when this song came out...what club was this?) They judge her for her kicks, assuming that she's gotta be from out of town. (It's ok Miley, I've had this happen to me too. I went to a club in Vegas wearing ballet flats and a sweater. A guy asked to buy me a drink and I told him a bottle of water. He never came back #winning) It's so hard with my girls not around her (I tried unsuccessfully to get Jane to make this the title of her mission blog), and she makes the profound observation that this is definitely not a Nashville party (if you have not at least THOUGHT this in your life during an uncomfortable situation, I really don't know what to do with you) because all she sees are stilettos. I guess she never got the memo.

In conclusion, I love this jam. And when the DJ plays this song I feel alri-iiiight.

Gatsby? What Gatsby?

I have yet to meet a person that is not freaking out over the new Great Gatsby movie. It doesn't come out for another few weeks but I already know I'll be obsessed with it. It's like the Les Miserables movie or #provoepicannouncement. I don't know if it'll be good but I know I'll think it's awesome.

I remember when I first read Gatsby my sophomore year of high school, I fell in love with the language. I mean, how could you not love:

"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's not matter -- tomorrow we will run faser, stretch our arms further...And one fine morning -----"

Or what about:

"Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of hte few honest people that I have ever known."

I'm thinking a Gatsby party for the premiere. You in?

P.S. Check out this song from the soundtrack. Amazing.

Photo Shoot

This weekend, Emma and I were able to do a little photo shoot. Not professional by any means, but definitely fun. Here are a few of my favorites:

Presented Without Comment

Ok maybe a little comment. 

I hate blog giveaways.

RIP Nick Askew

He will be missed.

Trashy TV Observations

I didn't watch a lot of TV growing up. Really, I didn't. But when I got to college, Hulu and all those sketchy Chinese video streaming websites became popular and I started watching shows that my friends were talking about. It started with Gossip Girl, which became my secret obsession freshman year. A couple years later I got into Pretty Little Liars (I know, I know). And then being home for two months without any friends, and then I was unemployed, and you can just guess: trashy TV became my best friend. It's cooled down a little bit, but when I was sick this weekend the addiction reared its ugly head again. So I've made a couple of observations about these shows, since I am now an expert.

1. The cell phones. THE CELL PHONES.
Have you ever noticed in these shows that every other episode the characters have a new cell phone. And the camera always zooms in on it. On a related note, I feel like they always text in all caps. And sign off with their name. And talk about highly sensitive information that should probably be shared in person instead. Gotta love product placement.

2. Stop trying to make Bing happen, it's not going to happen.

Speaking of product placement, I was watching a show a while ago and the characters were talking about a question you had and one of them said, and I quote, "Why don't you Bing it?" 

Bing it? BING it? Since when is that a thing? Oh yeah, it's not. But it is in trashy TV shows. At least the ones I watch anyway.

3. All masquerade balls, all the time

I knew I grew up in Arkansas, but I didn't know that masquerade balls were that common. They seem to be a staple in the social lives of these TV characters. They're actually just a vehicle to move the plot along. The "anonymity" of a masquerade ball (that is, if your friends are really bad at recognizing your face from the nose down) is just too much for the writers to refuse. 

How I Take Care of Myself

• Essie "Really Red"
• Beyonce on repeat
• Polka dots
• The beginnings of a Friday Night Lights rewatch
• Constantly mentally planning a dance routine
• Pretty things on Tumblr and Pinterest
• Writing 
• Surrounding myself with positive people
• G-chat and phone calls
• Leopard print flats
• Laughing
• Napping
• Cafe Rio
• Cowboy boots
• Plans for a future kitten (named Fiyero, obviously)
• Magazines
• Crying when I feel like it
• Living a little
• Empty notebooks and Pentel RSVP pens (nothing else)
• Kate Middleton
• Silent prayers and out-loud prayers
• Plain Hershey's chocolate bars
• Twirling
• Practicing karaoke in the car
• Spotify Premium. It's worth it.
• Unplugging
• Frequent Target trips
• Window shopping
• Stretching
• Breathing

Inspired by The Wild and Wily Ways of A Brunette Bombshell