Hey Mom!

Hey Mom! I'd like to start by saying that nobody wanted or asked for this.... You're welcome. Thoughts at 4:30am this morning: So I have 3 back to back to back midterms tomorrow and I haven't slept yet.  I've stopped blowing my nose because I can't tell whether there's more blood coming from the outside or the inside.  Whatever I have has moved into my chest and I think breathing makes it angry.  But you know what? I am the coolest I have ever been. Sure I look like an Animorph Rudolph that probably crawled out of the same hole as the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, but you know who goes to bed after 4:30 am? Rockstars that's who!  Yeah, I didn't choose the celebrity life but it appears one very specific aspect of that lifestyle which also technically applies to nightshift workers chose me. Boo-to-the-YAH.  I think it's also important to note that I have a tattoo, own a guitar (which I can play 5 chords -- 2 of them are C's) AND have

Hey Mom! I'm writing this while I lie on the bathroom floor. Why are you lying on the bathroom floor? Full disclosure, I'm waiting to throw up. I've been fighting it for an hour but I know it's a losing battle.   Why don't you just throw up? Well because I feel like someone just ripped a waxing strip off the inside of my throat so if I order a street pizza it's going to burn like a ginger in direct sunlight.... Ugh close call. Mind if I bare my soul for a sec? I am deeply conflicted because I'm going to go to all my classes this week because I have 5 midterms in 3 days.  So to all my classmates: I am sorry for making you sick. But I want you to know:   I am hitting the handsani harder than a crafty person to Pinterest.  I'm not a barbarian so I don't cough directly into my hand.   I'm trying my best not to breathe near you but the truth is I can't help it.  UUUUUUUUHHHHH that time was really, really close, I'm on the preci

Hey Mom! So first if you haven't seen Breathless or the Making of Breathless, I'll just leave this riiiiiight here. I wrote Breathless in September and thought it would be hilarious to post part of it on instagram with a really heartfelt caption.  The plan was to post a video a week later revealing the true nature of Breathless.  It would've been mildly funny. But after I met Marcela and she offered to produce the track it became over the top, pee your pants funny .  We took pictures and wrote artistic posts about the journey of music and how much we had learned (which I mean, I definitely did but all with in the context of being madly in love with my car).  She also kept me calm when YOU GUYS were so supportive and kind and all I wanted to do is phone you all crying and admit that it was just a silly song that you shouldn't take seriously.   Now even though she doesn't understand why I don't own a black blazer and resents profile pi