The Anniversary Collection.

Well, this is a little strange. It appears that Campus City Classic turned The Next Classic’s birthday is today. And the little bitch is exactly one year old. Bring in the cupcakes, light the candles, pop the champagne. 

It’s crazy to think that at this moment, a year ago, I was thinking about developing my “personal edge,” and struggling to figure out who I wanted to write as. I was also crying in my dorm room due to lack of egg whites in the dining hall. Oh, and VSCO was the biggest must of the moment. So really, a lot has clearly changed since then.

I’ve done a lot of self-discovery through my writing and I thought it would be a good chance to travel down memory lane. When I read my old posts, and yes I read my old posts, I sometimes forget that I was the one who wrote them. It’s like I’m maturing so quickly, and my perception of the world around me is so different now that I can’t always go back to the mindset I had when I sat down with a cup of tea and that idea. I find that a lot in this post from finals last year and this one from when I turned 18.

On the other hand, I love to see how some things haven’t changed at all. Like my love for Crazy Feta or my hardcore, borderline psycho, passion for Instagram. Not to mention my undying dedication to referencing chokers and Carrie Bradshaw.

But I’ve also really grown up in the past year. I’ve pushed myself to understand social media better and to start being vocal about being a strong woman, both in the gym and out. I’ve tried (and failed) at new things, aka Veganism and 100 Happy Days. And I’ve made so many amazing memories, all captured and appropriately Instagrammed.

I think the most bittersweet parts of looking back at it all are the relationships I’ve built, but also lost, along the way. From new friends to friends as old as they come, I feel so fortunate to have so much support and love following me everywhere I go. Not to mention a small fan club of ladies who kick ass at bridge and don’t understand social media, but read every post anyway (Hi Grandma and friends).

In honor of my one year anniversary with me, myself, and my online persona, I bring to you every song from every blog I’ve written. One playlist that brings together all the smiles, snacks, mental breakdowns, and lattes along the way. 

Raise a glass to The Anniversary Collection and another year of me talking to myself. 

Stuck in my Head: Don’t Take The Money // Bleachers
Snap it: Baked and Wired, Georgetown

Honestly in shock about this whole one-year thing. Life is crazy and fun, and blogging about it only makes it even better. Cheers, friends. Thank you for everything. 

Better Late Than Never.

Finally, after all this time, I gave in and listened to the Hamilton soundtrack. And yes, it is astoundingly amazing, and yes, I regret not doing it sooner. I am officially obsessed and officially by myself because everyone else is already onto the next thing.

First, let me start by saying that real life Alexander Hamilton is so much more than the white wig they teach you in school. Textbooks don’t do the man justice. Granted, I didn’t pay *the most* attention in US history, so maybe I just missed that chunk of the story, but let me tell you, his life was a soap opera and a half. I’m talking Days Of Our Lives minus the Joey Tribbiani.

But I think the true reason I appreciate Lin-Manuel Miranda’s (GENIUS) work so much is that the writing is clever and compelling and honest in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Line after line leaves me speechless & I can’t help but stop and think about the power of his words in telling a story.

A lot of things can happen in your life and the musical really drills home the idea of working for a legacy but having no ability to choose who tells you story. It’s something I’ve never really thought of before and honestly, it’s a little scary. Hamilton had his wife Eliza, but when you’re only 18 and the best thing you’ve achieved in your life so far is getting into college, you can’t help but wonder whose stories you’re going to be telling down the road and if you’ll do it justice. Esoteric stuff, man. That’s what Broadway does to you.

I think that written word is very powerful. Look at the Federalist Papers, or really just any papers, and consider the sheer reach they have. So many people can be influenced by just a few phrases, incomplete thoughts, statements. One line in the show says “your sentences left me defenseless, you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals” and I think that really captures the way I feel about a good writer and his words. There’s so much potential. So much strength. So much expression.

Overall, this is basically just me getting to fangirl months late. Oh, and I can’t stop reading all my notes in rap now. It’s fine. We’re fine.

Stuck in my head: Wait for It // Hamilton (lol you guessed it!!!)
Snap it: a poetry book in Key West.