Why Do People Have to Ruin Good Things?

Yesterday, spending our last day together, Tori and I drove to Pittsburgh for the day. After listening to Frick Park Market by Mac Miller over and over again, we decided to venture to Frick Park Market to see where young Mac Miller spent his summer days. Walking in to the market, taking constant pictures, the owner knew we were Mac Miller fans and let us hold the HIS sandwich from the music video. After finishing our meals, feelin' good, we set off to visit blue slide park, the name of his upcoming album.

We approach the slide to find it painted red surrounded by caution tape and a note saying the the slide was vandalized and can't be used. WE TRAVELED AN HOUR TO RIDE THE FREAKIN' SLIDE and hoodlums ruin it for us. Why? Why would someone ruin this Pittsburgh landmark and take away the slide from the children of Pittsburgh? So then we sadly walked back to the car and decided to geocache and make the best of Frick Park. After wandering the in the woods for a half hour, finding nothing, we decided to give up. Needless to say we will not be going back to Frick Park...

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A Test

College tests many difference things... independence, academics, social skills, morals and friendship, just to a name a few. With all the goodbyes going on right now I can't help but wonder what friends will play a part in the next chapter of my life and who will be just a high school memory. Having moved a couple of times, I realized that only few stay true in the long run. I wonder who will randomly send you a text to see how you're doing? Who will want to skype to fill you in on the important happenings in their life? Who will creep through all your facebook pictures to see who your friends are? Who will move on with their life and not contact you until christmas break when they want someone to hang out with? Who will seem to disappear completely. College will test these things and help me find out who my true friends are.

X

There is an x on my left hand today

The spot marks the memory I can’t betray

It makes me believe I can stop the decay

Wish there was a way that I could say

When the x wares away the days won't replay

Peace

take it all in. the hate. the pain. the sadness. soak it up. inhale it. and for those few seconds that you are holding your breath, think about all of the negativity in your life. then let it all go. release it. exhale.

sometimes we get caught up in the foolish things. in our pride. our selfishness. trapped by our emotions. it’s silly to hold on to them. push them out. let them float away in the wind. and remain level headed and open minded.

keep the good vibes around. absorb the positivity. let it overflow and spill onto others. when you're feeling down it's easy to get lost. to forget how simple it can be to lead a happy life. sometimes we just need a reminder :)

Reggae Adventure

So this is kind of an old story, but it was a good adventure and a new experience for me, so I wanted to share it. A few weeks ago Caitlin, Becca, and I went to the Matisyahu concert in Pittsburgh. And yes, Matisyahu is a real person. Now his music is very interesting. He is an older man with a crazy beard who is jewish and plays reggae, but also beat boxes. So we weren't exactly sure what type of crowd that draws in.

Turns out that it is a super unique group of people. When we first got in line we immediately started scanning the crowd to see who all was there. There were the slightly annoying hipster-wannabe college students in front of us. Of course the weird super fans who had been in line since 6am.(More about them later). There was the couple standing too far apart who were on an awkward date a few people back. Directly behind us wast he cutest boy ever who looked like a hipster version of Zac Efron in a tie-dye shirt. Then waaayyy behind us were the lax bros. But not the cool, super hot kind of lax bros. They were the weird high school lax bro posers.

So when we finally get into the concert we scoot right on up to the second row. The only people in front of us were the super fans. Which didn't seem to be a problem at first. Until we checked Matisyahu's Facebook page and saw 57 posts from "Josh" who was allegedly at the same concert as us. So we obviously wanted to know who he was. So we just yelled "Josh!" really loudly and then looked around. He was a huge dude with tattoos and a hat on backwards in the front row. Not the type of person I imagined to be a Matisayhu super fan.

So after we found Josh, the lax bros come and stand right next to us. We all just looked at each other and knew that we were all thinking "Greeeaaatttt". So at first they were fine. Just standing around waiting for the concert to start like the rest of us. But then the one bro begins to stare intensely at Becca with a mustache drawn on his finger, holding it on his upper lip. Crazy. Like weirdest kid I have ever met. We unfortunately talked with them for a little. They told us that they were boy scouts, which we normally love, but apparently a lax bro boy scout does not mix well. As we continued, the convo just kept getting weirder. So after the concert we just booked it out of there and got in our car and locked the doors.

Looking back on the event, it was funny. Heck, even at the event it was funny. So just remember that if you go to a concert for a weird artist, you will meet weird people.