the tube

prom sch-mom

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(there’s spoilers after the “Read More” tag!)

I have a pretty fierce relationship with television. I was always happiest as a young girl when I was plopped in front of the television; my strongest  early childhood memories are of commercials and cartoons. When I grew up a bit, I realized I was trying to finding meaning and answers within the world and TV was a pretty big help with trying to understand myself and everything around me. I think I can get “professional TV nerd” printed on any future business cards.

Last night I was watching Beverly Hills 90210, a past time I try to hide from my loved ones. My last roommate would leave the room whenever I sat down to indulge in some high school soap. I realized I shouldn’t hide my love for the classic show, because I could identify myself within the characters, and I think that is justification for enjoying some cheese. Anyway, my cosmic kinship with the show began with the penultimate episode of the first season, “Spring Dance”, where the spring dance (of course) is the biggest event of the year, and each character starts to slowly lose themselves in its hair-sprayed mayhem.

In high school, I was definitely no Kelly Taylor and I only looked like Brenda Walsh. I had a bunch of guy friends, but no boyfriend, and this really plagued me during dance season. I rolled my eyes at the “spring flings” in my first two years because they were child’s play compared to the junior and senior proms to come. When my senior prom came around, I was totally and completely an Andrea, heartbroken by my main man’s interest in the most beautiful elite of the school, and staying home on prom night to find solace in the campy horror films I was so sure defined my situation.

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poems

coffee fueled suburbia

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and it’s every note

some of which don’t get played

but they’re sounding good to me

because they sound like you

 

even though you once said,

“everything you write is essentially the same” or something like that

but isn’t that okay when you’re looking for something to make you be still?

 

maybe if i knew how to play

an instrument or something

the notes might be different,

but i’d hate to disappoint you,

a whole lot about me is different

but i can say

i love you all the same as i did when i was a kid

 

but it’s alright because i’ve kept that

and i’d rather have that

than find my head

because you took it when you were fourteen,

even though we both had no idea what that means

but i’ll take it anyway

because my headless existence tells me

it’s alright again

 

i discovered i put you in a box and kicked it under the bed

it stuck out from under the corner and i couldn’t pretend

i never got it out and blew off the dust

and the action sometimes rattled some cages

 

i’ve never known anyone to love

me through my slow transition into a garbage pail kid

it might be what i want to do

even as morning turns into noon

and you’re out there somewhere becoming the best person you can be

and you’re healing and breathing and walking through the world

you might trip again

i want to see you through this

and whatever “that” is.

it makes sense to me

we are in our “that” phase

i wake up some days

and want to define it like the weird trait your friend has, or that breakfast i eat every day.

though i’d never want to drag you into a world

of a coffee fueled suburbia

because that song you like

told me you’d hate it

 

coffee fueled suburbia

could be what you think of me

and there isn’t any appeal because it would be all down hill from there

i think that way about myself but wonder where you are now

putting the right amount of sugar in your coffee to fuel your city

population you

trash by taylor

freshMEAT: What I wish I had known when I started college

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(Me, following my first weekend home from college with clean clothes!)

I saw a tweet this morning from a girl who would be starting college in a few weeks. Her tweet struck me, and woke me up from this weird state of bliss and lit a fire; I will not be going to college in a few weeks. Ever again. That period in my life is over. College was now something I could refer to and file away as a “period” in my life. I can somehow relate to Twitter Girl’s excitement, like I was feeling it surge through myself, but at the same time, I could not feel more removed from her major transition.

I really do envy her excitement because I’m now in the period of looking at my freshman year of college in hindsight where I sometimes stay awake at night and wonder WHY I did THAT or HOW IN THE WORLD DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS ONE THING THAT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME SO MUCH STRESS? My first semester of college was among my hardest semesters of my college career and frankly, they were some of the hardest times in my entire life and I am so determined to make sure I can give advice to people starting college to prevent some of my craziest nightmares!

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eats

Holler & Dash- Nashville, TN

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(The “Chicken, Set, Go” biscuit from Holler & Dash)

I had never been to Holler & Dash or had heard of a “biscuit only” restaurant until recently, and I’m really sold on the concept after my first visit! I went to Holler & Dash with my best friend for the first stop of my Birthday Extravaganza a few weeks ago, and I’m glad we chose H&D for our first stop! The atmosphere is very laid back; it reminded me of being in your friend’s kitchen if it had enough room to fit tons of people! It’s bright and inviting, and really sets the mood for a perfect Sunday brunch!

I ordered the “Chicken, Set, Go” biscuit because I couldn’t decide what type of mood I was in. The combination of honey and jalapeno on top of the chicken provided the right mix of sweet and spicy so I didn’t have to make that decision! Holler & Dash offers many other menu items that provide a combination that might sound weird on paper, but make me really want to go back.

If a place doesn’t have plenty of coffee options, I’m not likely to survive my meal. Luckily Holler & Dash has a ton of cool (literally and figuratively) coffee options. My best friend and I are massive coffee drinkers, so the appropriate action was to order the Stumptown Nitro Brew, which made for my pal’s fifth cup of coffee for the day! She said the experience was alright, but it might’ve been disrupted by her large daily coffee intake. The cashier warned us that it was going to be a doozy. I’m definitely going to order a cup for my first cup of the day sometime.

If you’re into a place for a quiet brunch with friendly staff and a sunny atmosphere, Holler & Dash would make a good choice! Check out their website here for a full menu and location list! I hope to continue writing about food. I dig eating, so I don’t think this will be the first and last post you see of some good eats!