I got a new phone yesterday, a smartphone. I have been putting off getting a smartphone for quite some time, but now that I have one, I’ll never go back. (That, and its kinda impossible to find a new basic phone) I officially love my HTC Rhyme. Anyways, with the oppurtunity to download apps, I now am using instagram. Instagram and tumblr are very much alike, in the sense that they both offer a different perspective on everyday things, just tumblr is with words and instagram is visual. I think because of this app, my inner photographer will come out just as my inner writer came out the day I signed up for tumblr. Love it

I wonder if in a hundred or so years, historians will look back on the blogs, facebook updates, tweets, and instagram/pinterest pictures of influental people to analyze their daily lives. Similar to how historians now analyze the journals of important historical figures to understand how the events of their lives played out. I wonder if our generations favorite passtime will amount to something of importance.

This is etsy shop features bags. Made of bags. Shopowner Catherine Langmack just opened up and features bags for various uses, all made from 100% upcycled plastic grocery bags. Looking for a way to stylishly help the environment and reduce waste? Check out her shop! 

http://www.etsy.com/shop/SomethingUseful

The month of May is my gluten-versery so to speak. As of this month, I have been gluten-free for a year. A whole year without putting (regular) bread, pasta, cookies, cake, brownies, pretzels etc into my body. I feel great!

I never understood when someone was listening to a song and screaming “It’s like they get me!” Until I heard Lana Del Rey. In one song she can go from extremely seductive and sultry, to cute. It’s not only her velvety smooth voice, the lyrics speak to me in a way I didn’t know was possible. I can go from the brink of tears when listening to “Blue Jeans” “Video Games” and even “Born to Die” (even though Born to Die has become the song that best describes myself, I even wrote a few lines on a scrap of paper and carry it around with me) I love the entire Born to Die album, and will probably purchase a hard copy, even though I already have it downloaded digitally. It’s safe to say that that album is all I’ve listened to for a while now, it can make me cry and feel empowered. I love the songs, I love her. 

There are days when everything becomes a blur, Tuesday and Wednesday have no differences in my memory, and any form of major event becomes non existent. But then there are other days, when it feels that the days are twice as long as they should be, and sleep becomes a luxury. On the days when Monday feels like it should be Thursday, I wish that there was a lot less I had to do, and on the days where I am not required to do very much, I enjoy every minute of it. Because soon, Monday will feel like Thursday again. 

A lot of times I wish that things would get done without the requirement of my participation. Not big tasks, just small things, as always keeping my bedroom and working space neatly organized, always having the kitchen cleaned and the laundry completely done. Sometimes it’s nice to be able to only do what you are passionate about, and forget about the rest. However, I would either go insane without anyone depending on me, or I would enjoy complete bliss for however long this arrangement lasted.