HEY to all the readers. I don’t know if u heard (sarcasm) but I GRADUATED. GRAAAAAD. UATED. From High School. It’s very difficult to wrap my head around because I feel like its something I’ve been talking about FOR EVER and it finally happened. There also isn’t the ominous presence of another year of high school and test taking up ahead like there usually is when you’re about mid way into the beautiful summer.
New York currently feels like its inside a fat mans sock. I. E. humid and gross. You know when u get that permanent Sweaty upper lip…type disgusting I know but don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
A week before graduation I attended the classic party every American teenager goes to despite the really bad music – this is known as prom. What can I say? Those of you who have been probably know exactly what I’m talking about. Of course I had a beautiful time but I’ll attribute that to the fact that I partied with my awesome friends all night. Not to mention awkwardly avoiding teachers because you may or may not have had some champagne and it would be weird to talk to them. Not to the prom dj’s who feel the need to play “please don’t stop the music” (what a prom classic I know they played that at your prom!) 5 times in 3 hours. Of course despite all of these weird prom factors, I got to spend an entire weekend kicking it with my high school homies. It was a great way to end the year.
This past weekend I went to a music festival upstate and truly had the most beautiful time. It was a little bit outside of New York, the vibes were amazing. Great crowd of people too and my god I heard such incredible music. Big Gigantic played a set right as the sun was setting and it started to rain but it just made everyone that much more into it and it was just an hour of everyone stomping and dancing in the mud. WOW AND THE PEOPLE YOU SEE!! For example a completely butt ass nekkid man that was running around during a GRiZ set trying to start up fights with people. Or the man who was literally dancing with a stick for like 45 mins. A stick. A little stick. No one gives a rats booty about anything and it’s so great. I think music festivals bring out the animal in you especially if it’s a camping festival. Your phone is dead like three hours in and obviously you can’t plug it anywhere. There’s nothing to do but sleep, eat, dance around like crazy and listen to bomb ass music. You get so dirty but you don’t even think about that. There is so much that you just don’t care about because there’s nothing u can do about the dreads in your hair or the actual layer of dirt on you, or your dead phone, or like ridiculously muddy shoes (peep the instagram). You just end up letting everything rock and focus on the music and the people around you. The other awesome thing is that literally everyone is on the same boats as you; all there to appreciate the music, and the sense of togetherness is like nothing I ever have experienced. I truly hope I can go to another one sometime soon it was an amazing weekend.
That’s about all I have to update you on so far. But yay me I made it out of high school alive and well! I hope you all are having an amazing summer and I HOPE you all are able to experience some live music somewhere, whom ever your favorite artists may be.