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.: November 2013
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Friday, November 29, 2013. Why Frozen made me cry (spoilers). This morning I crawled out of my food-induced slumber from yesterday's feast and Chanelle and I trekked to Santa Monica to see Disney's 'Frozen.'. Love Disney movies because despite their plot holes (Belle, you freak a leak you fell in love with a beast who is keeping you a prisoner, Ariel you a dumb idiot let's be honest) because overall love is their theme and we can all appreciate love and feeling good, right? Links to this post. Have you g...
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.: March 2014
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Monday, March 17, 2014. Four years ago I stood in Disneyland during my college Spring Break and got the worst phone call of my life. My mom kept saying, “Don’t freak out, don’t freak out” and I immediately thought I was in trouble, or messed up somehow, or someone was angry with me. The words she then said didn’t exactly register immediately, you know? Everything was a blur until my sister (who, at the time, was attending college in California) and I flew home the next day to be with our families. He lef...
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.: four years
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Monday, March 17, 2014. Four years ago I stood in Disneyland during my college Spring Break and got the worst phone call of my life. My mom kept saying, “Don’t freak out, don’t freak out” and I immediately thought I was in trouble, or messed up somehow, or someone was angry with me. The words she then said didn’t exactly register immediately, you know? Everything was a blur until my sister (who, at the time, was attending college in California) and I flew home the next day to be with our families. He lef...
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.: October 2013
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Monday, October 21, 2013. Pills and Jesus but not a Jesus pill. Everything had been fine up until the moment that it turned really shitty -. These things were true:. I was sitting in a movie theatre. I was with my friends. My chest was tingling. My arm was numb, it was crawling up my body,. It was up my neck,. My face was numb,. I'm having a heart attack," I rasped. "I am going to die. I'm going to die.". The nurse listened to my symptoms - I was shaking and crying - and told me I was fine. You don't wan...
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.: Middle School: It was the worst of times, and it was the worst of times. It was really just the worst time.
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Monday, January 14, 2013. Middle School: It was the worst of times, and it was the worst of times. It was really just the worst time. Today at work my lovely friend Michelle who is really just the sweetest little dove of a gal asked the seemingly harmless question,. What is your worst middle school moment? She had spoken two trigger words: Middle. School. Middle school was the absolute worst. I'm not talking "I'm gonna run home and write in my diary and cry because Billy Joe Bob John doesn't like me!
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.: why 'Aliens' made me cry, like, 5 times
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Thursday, February 13, 2014. Why 'Aliens' made me cry, like, 5 times. Last Friday I saw the 1986 film, ‘Aliens,’ for the first time. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew I was probably going to jump, yell, maybe want to throw up a little. I knew it was a thriller and I knew it was a cult classic but I. Expect to be so moved I would tear up. This is why I loved this movie. Another thing I loved? That was so important to me. For so long I was actually. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). These are my wo...
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.: feeling lonely at 13 mattered, ok?
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Monday, February 3, 2014. Feeling lonely at 13 mattered, ok? In so many ways loneliness is really, really. I was recently flipping through an old journal of mine from when I was thirteen. It is both so sad and so funny and I love reading it because it helps me appreciate where I am right now and how thankful I am that I never, ever, ever, EVER have to go back to middle school. At one point in my journal I write that my sister Rebecca has two of her friends over and I felt "so lonely.". I used to fear lon...
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.: August 2013
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Too many feels (so when do i become an "adult"). When I was little I thought by 24 I would have my shit together. I thought I'd accomplish everything I pretty much wanted to accomplish. I think we all think this? I sit on my couch and I lean my head back and I can see myself from the outside and I wonder if I like what I see. I look at the worry lines that crease the corners of my eyes and I wonder, "Were those worries worth it? We never feel like that! Butdon't beautiful people...
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.: an open letter to Andrew Garfield's hair
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Thursday, July 5, 2012. An open letter to Andrew Garfield's hair. Dear Andrew Garfield's hair,. Just stop it okay? You perfectly coifed, chocolaty mess of beauty. You're distracting me and it's really an issue because I don't want to fangirl out here, but I'M KIND OF FANGIRLING OUT HERE. Here's the thing. It's not fair. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR, OKAY? And now you're all being pushed under the Spiderman cap and dating Emma Stone's blonde locks and I'm like, COME ON. You may be thinking, "Nina you're such a cree...
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.: heart of darkness
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Monday, December 2, 2013. I tuck away under my covers, pull them over my head and for a fleeting shallow moment I believe the lie that I'm okay. That even though it's all over me, this veil, that I'm fine, I'm fine. Not a big deal. Tomorrow I'll wake up and it'll be gone. I lay awake at night, heart beating and racing and palms sweating and I see the sliver of moon peeking through my window. A little light cutting through the dark room. I am so ashamed. The moon grows brighter and I continue to hide.