August Blues makes me think of Lana Del Rey’s hit song “Summertime Sadness.”

I had never really understood why people could ever be sad during the summer. The sun shines. The sky is brighter. The world seems to be happier.

The song’s been out for awhile now. I know, I know. But when I first listened to it a few summers ago, it was the remix version. The techno, pumped up, feel it in your veins version. And this seemed really weird to me, you know? Listening to a song about suicide, like it was almost glorifying the idea of taking your life, the haunting lyrics and Lana’s deep voice: it all made me sad. Sad it was summer.

Every so often, someone will bring up seasonal depression. And I always assumed that it only occurred during the winter. But you could be sad it’s summer, sad to see other people happy and living perfectly normal, simple lives, and you could still feel so empty in contrast to everyone else. Like finally dying would be the best way to make you happy and everyone else around you happy.

Like Robin Williams. He committed suicide in summer. Maybe it could’ve been any other time. But it was this summer. And people missed him so much. Would they even miss me?

When you think thoughts like this, you become immune. Numb to the pain and the hurt. Nothing scares me anymore.

Really, there’s nothing beautiful about suicide. There’s nothing to glorify or celebrate. But songs like “Summertime Sadness” or the deaths of famous celebrities like Robin Williams, well, maybe—just maybe—it brings more awareness of the depression, the summertime sadness, that so many people suffer.

There’s beauty in saving a life.

 

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This clip is from the cult classic movie, Strictly Ballroom. It might seem a bit odd, out of context, but it really is a fabulous movie (with a fabulous soundtrack). Enjoy!

xoxo,

the bbb blogger

When I’m not cooking curry or eating desserts, I’m usually traveling. I’ve been all over the United States, from California Adventures to Disney World, from Pike’s Peak to Times Square. Last Fall semester, I explored France, Italy, Scotland, and England, enjoying art, food, music, and cultures different from my own.

While I love doing yoga in ancient ruins and being enraptured by nature, I’ve learned that reading—as cliché as this is going to seem—is another way to go on adventures by exploring how a writer expresses what it means to be human.

 

I first decided to be an English major because I had lofty goals: I wanted to be a writer and to change the world and to make people happy. Although these are still my goals, I’ve realized that there are many ways to learn and to feel that I had never before realized were possible.

Learning how to think and learning new perspectives has enabled me to stretch myself—as a scholar, as a citizen, as a friend, as a daughter, as a child of God. Our universal status of all being children of a loving and an all-powerful God does not mean that our existence here on earth is completely and totally universal.

 

Modernist writers Virginia Woolf and James Joyce show me their world of determining who you are in a broken, changing world.

The experiences of Buchi Emecheta and Ama Ata Aidoo show me their world of being African and the trials they endured.

John D. Fitzgerald, just as much as F. Scott Fitzgerald, shows me a world of what it can mean to be American, of struggling in the American West or with the American dream.

And there’s a beauty in that adventure, that universal search of what it means to be human.

Whatever you think of Taylor Swift, she’s always had a knack of being able to laugh at herself. T Swizzle has a new look and a new album coming out. Of course, Taylor Swift has gone through lots of looks and styles, from country to pop, from “gangsta” to hipster. Should people be critical of her most recent change, or should people think that she should just shake off all this criticism? What are your thoughts about her newest vibe?

I stay up too late
Got nothing in my brain
That’s what people say
That’s what people say
I go on too many dates
But I can’t make them stay
At least that’s what people say
That’s what people say
But I keep cruising
Can’t stop, won’t stop moving
It’s like I got this music
In my mind, saying it’s gonna be alright
Cause the players gonna play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate
Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake
Shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break
And I think it’s gonna fake, fake, fake
Baby I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake
Shake it off, Shake it off

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Last week, I didn’t have peaches and cream. So I ate nectarines and milk (with a teeny amount of sugar). I was taking a break—enjoying some foodie time and me time—in between packing boxes and moving stuff around and junking junk. Packing can be the worst. But little moments to breath and remember the big picture (like adventures and living somewhere new and a fresh start and all that jazz) can really help.

So pass the spoon and dig in. :)

xoxo,

the bbb blogger

 

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Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I take pictures . . .

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Tes·sel·late

  • To decorate (a floor) with mosaics.
  • To cover (a plane surface) by repeated use of a single shape, without gaps or overlapping.

Location: British Museum, London, England

 

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