June 13, 2012

pawnd scum and tubs o' fun

It's a summer day like this that makes me want to forgo any dreams of big-city livin and hang out with my dog forever and ever. After years of hanging with these fellas summer after summer having bullshit idea after bullshit idea, the idea of summer shenanigans without them hardly seems real. The traditions never get old and I never find myself saying, "fuck the pawnd, this is boring." or "no, i don't want to go to sonic and watch you order seven different times and then go to nickel night." Others may object, but I will never be too old for a tire swing or a night of catching lightning bugs. Sure, these events usually include a case of Yuengling nowadays, but as my camera card racks up pictures and my stomach bloats from carbonation, the idea of making memories like these makes me smile like a fucking idiot and makes my stomach hurt worse than when Sam got a stick and poke from Jesse. (Still on my bucket list.) The creation of a memorable moment seems so simple, I often don't even realize it's significance. At times when I remember it, it can cause such unfathomable pain and yearning to go back. I even find myself getting scared of having too much fun, wonder if that's it for me? 'Sorry! That's the best thing that will ever happen to you in your life. Nothing will ever be as good as that and you didn't even know it.' Bullshit, I know this isn't true (except for maybe sex), but that doesn't mean I don't think about it. THEN sometimes I remember the past as better than it actually was– I make myself sad by remembering feelings of super-fun that I never even felt at the time of the event. It's with this that I've come to realize that when I think about my past, and know I not tricking myself into imagining a pseudofantastic world of friendship and fun, I know I've had some fucking amazing times and I need to stop being so sad about them ending. Nostalgic memories are the best and worst parts of life, and I need to start concentrating on the whole "best part" aspect. People come, people go, people come back again, and sometimes it's the last time you'll high five them and say see you soon. So smile about it, dammit.









June 8, 2012

Summer Style: Athens Ohio

Although the excitement of Ohio University’s last spring quarter has simmered down to take the form of a cold, forgotten cup of coffee during finals week, students still have oodles to do come summertime.

Unfortunately for some, working and summer classes will take up quite a bit of sun and margarita time. Others, however, will spend their time in Athens attending Brew Week, going to Strouds Run, and hiking up Bong Hill.

As young adults, ‘planning’ isn’t exactly in our vocabulary. So when that hot guy you gave your number to in the coffee shop calls you to hang, and says he’ll be there to pick you up in five (!!!), you’ll want to be ready to walk out the door as soon as you hear the honk of the horn.

The main ingredient in summer fashion is comfort. What summer activity you’re participating in certainly dictates what you’re wearing, and sometimes you don’t even know what you’ll be doing for the day. Because of this, summer dressing usually means wearing an outfit that you can wear for multiple excursions without needing to change! How the hell are you supposed to go from a day of sweating at Strouds to a night of flirtatious dancing?

It’s all about practice– and soon it’s easier than your bowling final. The key to perfecting summer ensembles is simple versatility. A cotton dress could be worn while you read a book on your front porch or as a pretty bathing suit cover up when you decide to hit the beach. A pair of shorts, sandals, and a top is great for lunch, but also great for going right to the bars with friends. Wear a pair of cool boots on a hike and then kick them off when you get to Strouds– surprise, your bathing suit is on underneath! It’s all about layering and anticipating.
Brew Week




strouds run





Bong Hill