Brennan.
22.
Boston Magazine Editorial Intern
Former Billboard Magazine Editorial Intern
Former Arts Editor of Boston College's independent student newspaper The Heights.
Lover of all things pop culture.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
Mark Twain
I don’t know what it is about this song but it is speaking to me right now more than any song has in a while. I thank higher powers for music in trying times.
Regina Spektor’s “Firewood”
The piano is not firewood yet
They try to remember but still they forget
That the heart beats in threes
Just like a waltz
And nothing can stop you from dancing
Rise from your cold hospital bed
I tell you you’re not dying
Everyone knows you’re going to live
So you might as well start trying
The piano is not firewood yet
But the cold does get cold
So it soon might be that
I’ll take it apart, call up my friends
And we’ll warm up our hands by the fire
Don’t look so shocked
Don’t judge so harsh
You don’t know
You’re only spying
Everyone knows it’s going to hurt
But at least we’ll get hurt trying
The piano is not firewood yet
But a heart can’t be helped
And it gathers regret
Someday you’ll wake up and feel a great pain
And you’ll miss every toy you’ve ever owned
You’ll want to go back
You’ll wish you were small
Nothing can slow your crying
You’ll take the clock off of your wall
And you’ll wish that it was lying
Love what you have and you’ll have more love
You’re not dying
Everyone knows you’re going to love
Though there’s still no cure for crying
So…this is HAPPENING!
June 27-July 1.
Me+Jen at WALT DISNEY WORLD!
Ok, brief mopey post.
Does it say a lot about me that I can get so affected by such a tiny thing?
I just think it’s rude to do when so many others (read: me) are waiting to hear back following interviews and applications, many of which we (read: I) will never even hear a peep from.
Yes, congratulations to those with tony internships, it’s a huge accomplishment, especially for those with positions in New York City, but when so many others are left in the dust AGONIZING over how long it can take to hear back from companies, it’s best not to go all flashy on Facebook about it (much like I hated when people were posting their college statuses: “Just got into…!!!” Good for you! Doesn’t need to be a status buddy!).
Does that make me a horrible person?
People who add their summer internships to Facebook before they even begin them will immediately be removed from my newsfeed. You’re only flaunting it so people will know, and that is one of the vainest things I can think of.
This is me jumping off the highest bridge in Baños, Ecuador.
We didn’t even make it to the thermal springs after which the city is named! We had a great time - we rode bikes for a few hours on the highway, stopped for lunch, went rafting in the late afternoon, and went puenting the next morning. Definitely an adrenaline-seeker kind of town. They also have all kinds of spa stuff there as well, but we didn’t take advantage of any of that. Puenting…similar to bungee jumping but the rope is less elastic and more just a rope, so you swing instead of bounce back up. I was terrified when we arrived at the bridge and when the first few people went. Then I just knew I could do it, so I climbed up onto the platform, stone-faced, and started hyperventilating. While I was hyperventilating, I jumped anyway! It was insane and I was so very afraid at the point where I was free-falling. Terrifying. Then I was swinging and still hyperventilating! But I was also smiling and so psyched that I had done it! It was an adrenaline rush and it was AWESOME. I would for sure do it again. I recommend it if you ever make it out to Baños :)
My girlfriend is just about the coolest person I know.
I’m going to miss you, New York.
Check out the interview I did with Taylor Kitsch (Friday Night Lights) and Andrew Stanton (director of WALL-E and Finding Nemo) about their new movie John Carter.
Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.
My Column This Week Was A Love Letter, Of Sorts
Read it if you’re in the mood to get all sappy and go “aw.” It’s for Jen.
