WAITIN

A GIF while I wait.

My blonde hair still feels like a costume

LOCAL NATIVES + MOSES SUMNEY

I had a great time last night, and I also felt a million years old. As I walked up to meet Aubrey and Brandon (who I miss desperately and terribley please move to Jacksonville) in line, I noticed this show was skewed heavily to the teenage sect. Oh well. We hit the balcony and stayed there, despite the  crazy hipster girl trying to peak between our legs. It was a sold out show and I looked down at the sea of bodies below me. I kind of missed the energy of being on the floor, but then you think better of it once random shirtless guy starts rockin' and rollin', somebody else lights up a doobie, and the girl on the front row grinds up on her boyfriend. Ya. I think I am a top floor girl from now on.

I know Local Native as sort of a small band with a cool sound, mainly because I listen to their TinyDesk performance on repeat. But this show these boys were loud. And I loved it. Their opening act also completley blew me away. Moses Sumney was using a crazy cool live looping technique and had the guts to tell the chattering 12 year olds in the crowd to shhhhhhhhhhhhh. I definitely look forward to seeing this guy in the future.

WEEKENDER

Writing about last weekend on a Thursday should be an indicator of what this week has been like.

But anyway, last weekend I:

Donated 10 dollars a month to WJCT, for street cred and for Ira Glass. They're still collecting btw, and apparently you can win an iPad mini? Do it.

Cruised Springfield and daydreamed with my blue-eyed bluejay.

Hung with an old friend and struck out at every single thrift store in this town. But the conversation was good.

Attended One Spark and ate a delicious Peanut Butter Pie Popsicle.

I honestly had no idea what to expect, but I knew it had to be good when the Skyway platform was fully packed to the gills. I had a sense that the Skyway had it's "Little Engine That Could Moment" this weekend.

I realized what a small town Jacksonville is, in its vastness, this weekend. There were thousands of people downtown, and yet I saw the girl who washed my hair at Hawthorn the other day, the girl who blew up my balloons at party city last week and a woman who's breasts I got an eyeful of when she breastfed her baby at a shower almost a year ago. I never forget a pair of boobs. Jared also saw our favorite yoga teacher walking around.

Anyway, if you missed OneSpark, go next year. Take your little kids and your grandma too. There were all kinds of people. You really saw the diversity of the city, and I felt a huge sense of community that I don't often get here.

Jacksonville, you're not that bad. I should make tee shirts.

OH, HELLO THERE

I used to have so much free time and then suddenly I just didn't.

Also, my relationship with how much I wanted to share with the big wide world, aka the 5 readers I have, has been heavy on my mind lately. Someone recently asked me a question they fully knew the answer to based on a blog I posted a while back. I'm assuming they asked to make me squirm and you know what? It did! So why did I write about it in the first place? Because I felt compelled to. Because I wanted to. Because I thought it would help myself and others.

Anyway, I think I want to blog again. I think I want to write and keep some sort of journal here. The openness that has been my stumbling block lately used to be my motivation. When I write something goofy thats me, and when I write something deathly serious, that's me too. And right now I think I need to keep putting me out there.

What a boring post y'all seriously. For your efforts I will give you a prize. A picture of the cutest darn puppy I know. Reminds me of this classic Onion article.