Oh, chocolate. I remember when they first invented it. Sweet, sweet chocolate. I always hated it!
Do you remember 1975? Great year, huh? There was the Watergate Scandal (oh, you bad boy Nixon). It was the year Spanish dictator Francisco Franco dies. Iron Maiden is formed (to all the fans). What a great time in our history.
Just kidding, I really wouldn't know; I googled all this shit because, hell, I wasn't born until 20 years later. But I'm not just talking about 1975. No homie, I'm talkin' about The 1975. You know, the one with a singer and a guitar and a drum set. A more recent one. Is that jogging your memory? "Noooiicceeee"-every college frat douche. I'm sorry to all the frat dudes, that was uncalled for. But the it's kind of dark and the backspace button on my laptop is just too far for my sausage fingers.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. If ever you feel like you want to wallow in your pit of despair, whether you have been dumped, cheated on, or just feel in the Draking mood but not the Drake tunes, then jam out to "Robbers". It's got a 30 Seconds to Mars' Kings and Queens/ U2's With or Without You vibe. He must be channeling a bit of Keith Sweat's begging vocals because you can't help but to feel for the guy. If you're in the mood for some good pumped up vibe, "Chocolate" will be there to wake you up. If you're in the middle of making a questionable decision, probably pertaining to an immoral or criminal act, but find yourself not too worried about the consequences, then "Sex" or "Girls" will do the trick (No she can't be what you need if she's seventeen). And the follow it up with some hard hitting honesty in "Me" or "You" (I can't believe how these titles are just lining up so perfectly; do you think they did it on purpose, because I sure as hell did not intend this serendipitous juxtaposition) just to bring yourself back to a harmonious, melancholy place. The real world.
So when it's December 31st, end off your year with this spectacular album. In the words of Awkward's very own Sadie, "You're welcome".
This has been such a glorious week, has it not? Despite my sinking grades, my complete lack of direction in life and my gloomy AF looking future, it has been a week of reawakening for my blasè playlists. Troye Sivan released his final video to complete his Blue Neighborhood trilogy with "TALK ME DOWN" as did Florence+Machine with part 6 (yasssss homie, SIX freakin' parts) of her Odyssey with "Delilah", both of which were so honest and rich and just goddamn sad (the latter I have to concur with one YouTuber's comment about it being a little American Horror story-ish). And to round off the Holy Trinity, Triple Threat, Three-Strike team, the Honourable Adele dropped her "Hello" single, which is now at 19+million in less that 24 hours. So excuse me as I board the feels bus because it's 1AM, my body is reacting to that large mocha frappe I had, I just finished pulling a paper about nuclear proliferation and it being a better method of mitigation tha...
An Ode to the old Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon: You. Complete. Me. P.S. Fuck you, Disney. You had nothing on this shit. Recently I had to prepare for an upcoming speech. That's a sentence I will always come to hate to utter. Anyway, during my preparation I had to make those damned attention-getters/hooks/etc and I couldn't escape the draw to an episode of Dexter's Laboratory. So after getting lost in the infinite black-hole of YouTube and countless episodes later, I did some deep thinking about the staples of my childhood. And I came upon this question: was I fucking high?! The creators of my favorite 90's shows must have been tripping out on hallucinations to even imagine the stuff that made it on the network; my mom must've gotten a contact high from the shows to have let me watch the stuff in the first place; and holy shit I love both for being able to get away with it and giving me some damn good memories. Dexter's Lab : Dexter, the answer to the...
Holy macaroons. I can't remember the last time I devoured a book this quickly. It would've taken me only one day, but you see, the way my work schedule works out? It doesn't. So I had to wait nine more whole hours until I got home and relish the last few pages. Now Gayle Forman is relatively new to me; my first experience with her was with Just One Day and Just One Year (highly recommend! adventure, love, all-around-amazingness) and she shot up my Top Ten List, which is ridiculously exclusive, occupied by the likes of JK Rowling, Sarah Dessen and Jenny Han (these are THE homies). I like her writing style, her effortless ways of telling a story so good the book just lingers in your head days after you finished it, and just the overall adventures her characters take. I get jealous. Of characters. In a book. That's how you know you did a good job. When your readers want to meet a three headed dog and fly at 98 mph on an unsafe cleaning utensil or have a one night stan...
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