movin' along

First, a favorite song right now:

Hi! Life is pretty much opening new doors for me and such right now (I'M IN COLLEGE?) so I've been somewhat busy trying to organize the beautiful mess around me which has been consisting of, moving out of my parents' home, adjusting to living in the city, going to school, trying to find a job, and  still trying to have fun/be social/whatever.

I recently moved to Santa Monica with my friend Mariano to be nearer to school. So far, I've had very little use of my car, since students at Santa Monica College get free bus rides (this makes me extremely happy). Although I've eased up on my gas usage, I am still being fully supported by my parents financially to live in this here ol apartment, so it's still something I'm struggling with-- especially when I'm trying to claim myself as an """independent college student.""" But for those of us in the same circumstance right now, we all know this is an almost impossible feat during our first few years in the REAL WORLD.

A tolerable, cozy place for cozy people :-)

My sexy ass roommate who gets bottom bunk.. :/

Summer 2k13 was good to me. I can say this fully satisfied because I got to ride up to Oakland to end my very last summer before college. My friends Celina, Alek, and I stocked up on snacks and edibles to prepare ourselves for the seven hour bus ride to the bay. It sounds like a pain in the ass, but considering that the bus was a double decker (never been on one before) and that there was FREE WIFI I really did not have much to argue with.

I got to finally see my friend Ned in his beautiful, physical form after not having seen him in a year! This is me actually toning down my overly-enthusiastic feelings about all of this-- I had missed him dearly. There is a reason why the term "crucial homies" exist and Ned is it. 

Ned basking in the glorious Oakland summer sun.

My four days there were fabulously spent catching up on old times, Netflixing our nights away, scootering all over Haight & Ashbury, and cruising around Piedmont for fish tacos and good sushi. Oh, and having one terrible public transportation encounter where my friends and I were threatened, but anyways San Francisco is FAB. No sarcasm, I truly to think San Francisco is an amazing place and wouldn't mind going back one or two or nineteen times.

A gloomy day at Golden Gate Park trying to find acid, but not succeeding.

West Oakland.

My first day of school was officially yesterday, and before then, I had been obsessively searching up really cliche and basic college tips to try and calm my anxieties about the first day. Like, what kind of supplies do you need, where do you go when you need this or that, HOW DO YOU EVEN MAKE FRIENDS??? 

After hours of rereading the same articles telling me how to avoid the Freshman 15, I came across a fresh n' lovely "Sad Girls Guide to: College." I'm going to college. I am a sad girl. This article was written for ME.  

I wish more things were written like this: honest, humorous, and extremely relatable-- not like some weird WikiHow search that tries to teach you how to DO college in like, 6 steps. You know? Anyways, I'm very much looking forward to more Sad Girls Guides, hopefully one comes some time soon that teaches me how to make some goddamn friends. I'm joking though, I made a friend on the bus today. We talked about Miley Cyrus... which, in all honesty, deserves an entirely separate post from this one. Oy vey.

The fact that summer is over throws me off a little, it was so good! There were so many night spent being drunk waiting for boys to call and so many more nights getting stoned and eating snacks! Goodbye summer.

My friend Max's wall.

Snacks on snacks.

I'm going to start journaling my exact feelings and thoughts during my first few weeks of college because, honestly, this is kind of a big turning point in my life and it'd be cool if it didn't end up a blur. 

I'm also going to start listing and writing about some of my weekly favorite things, whether it's lipstick, or microwavable late-night food. 

honey be reckless

Hi, so my life is a huge unorganized dump right now (not complaining) and I am still being a Lindsay Weir.

Oh, I just turned seventeen-- finally. I actually used to complain a lot about my birthday being late in the year and how I felt the need to catch up to my friends, but now I get a little anxious knowing that I am no longer sixteen, or whatever said age I am at the time. Maybe it's because I've finally realized that in T minus three years, I WILL NO LONGER BE A TEENAGER.

Being a teenager has granted me with a cornucopia of wise life "mantras," epiphanies, and in general, great life experiences that have ~ shaped me to be who I am today. ~

I miss being fifteen. I miss being sixteen. I think I hate being seventeen but then again I tell myself this every year until I turn the next age and complain about how I miss being the latter age.

I threw a wittle birthday party last Saturday for friends and such. It was a blast. I got pretty cross faded and fell asleep with my boyf on the bathroom floor. I held a friend's hair back while she puked. I danced to some Jay Reatard and New Order. It was a fab night and here are some pictures. Oh, and it was goth themed \m/

Am I mollysoda yet?

I'm hilarious

da bb <3

In other news, I've been sort of kind of working on applying for scholarships all day and in a few hours I'll be heading over to la casa de Henry Gerse to watch Jimmy Neutron and blaze and cuddle and stuff. Speaking of cuddling, I think it's appropriate to make a playlist inspired by cuddling-- after all, it is November and we are coming close to the peak of cuddling season.

Let's Cuddle. Oh, there is one song missing that I just could not find on youtube, and that's Honey Be Reckless by Paleo. I recommend you get on Spotify and listen to it anyways because it is a BYOOT! Otherwise, enjoy the rest of my cuddlin' mix! 

LET'S CUDDLE from samantha.streitfeld on 8tracks Radio.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!! As for me, I'll be staying in on Black Friday fighting my consumer temptations. Morals and values ya'll, morals and values. HA HA HA I am a funny lady, okay goodbye <3

mickey d's and f21

Although it's still been pretty damn difficult for me to adjust being here at home after spending a month long in YOOTHTOPIA, I actually had a pretty decent Sunday spend with some friends. I got to get dressed and had my makeup done by the wonderful Joana. We strolled around town-- McDonald's, the mall-- to have fun for a small photo shoot. Here are some pictures...

Me being super suave.

Literally a Covergirl ad.

Fast food and gossip.

<3 Forever 21.

Me being a sassy teen.

I never thought I'd enjoy a day at the mall so fondly as I had on Sunday. I've somehow adapted the mindset that malls/department stores/all retail corporations are EVIL and POISONOUS. (I had a really frustrating experience at a Walmart one or two or five times and I really fucking hate that place.) But I still enjoyed myself and oddly enough, I enjoyed the stares we were getting from strangers because we were "dressed up" and we looked "our of sorts." A few days ago I read Arabelle's (Fashion Pirate) reply to another post by a girl I do not follow, about how this "weird girl trope" is becoming a means to identify what a smart, creative, funny, empowering female looks like. Arabelle basically defended herself by simply saying that she doesn't feel the need to validate herself and the choices she makes towards her appearance, and that how she chooses to look is an intimate form of her own interpretation of self expression. I've been at a loss. I agree with both of these ladies. I do look like what a feminist today, or on the internet, would look like. I carry that appearance, this "weird girl" obsession. I've started to question myself lately, wondering whether I look the way I do as a crutch to mask myself from being read easily by those around me. Or if I truly am invested in this new way that I'm expressing myself and that I just so happen to be drawing inspiration from this erupting new circle of feminists... I don't know. I don't want to be directed to look a certain way in order to be deemed as "creative, smart, funny, empowering," but I also don't want to look like/be like what everyone expects me to look/be. I am very conflicted.