In honor of summer (
SUMMER!!), I decided to break from my normal format and instead do
a flashback can’t stop/won’t stop featuring
my favorite playlists of summers past. I’m also just feeling
nostalgic (summer always has that affect on me) and wanted to indulge myself in a walk down memory lane.
First up, I present to you
my Summer of 2009 Playlist:
- Love Game by Lady Gaga
- 3OH!3’s entire album, Want (but specifically Don’t Trust Me, I’m Not Your Boyfriend, Baby, and Richman*)
- Fireflies by Owl City (and, in fact, all of Owl City's Ocean Eyes album...IT'S FINE)
- Digital by T-Pain (“I don’t even care that he lives in a voicebox!”- Mitch Baker)
- Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry
- Hotel Room Service by Pitbull
- Birthday Sex by Jeremih (in honor of Mitch’s 21st, ie. a mostly-hilarious night for everyone involved, but less so for me as I was busy cleaning up vomit and assuring Mitch that he “didn’t do a bad job on his birthday” while he kept screaming, WHO DID THIS TO ME?!) (and later, very sadly, “…I did this to me…”)
- Sweet Pea by Amos Lee
- I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas (ughhhh I HATE this song now)
- Fire Burning by Sean Kingston (this is shameful, but true)
- Punk Goes Pop volume 2 (specifically Breathe Carolina’s cover of See You Again and The Cab’s cover of Disturbia)
Post-one million shots, pre-vomit.Summer 2009 was a big one for me. It was my last summer as a college student, the summer I got
Clark Kent, the summer I ran and didn’t hate it, the summer I drove down to Nacogdoches every other weekend, the summer I drove all the way to Arkansas just to see finally
Relient K live, the summer of
Daisy Dukes and dollar drinks and drunk make outs BECAUSE it was
my last summer as a college student. It was the first summer Mitch and I spent together, the first time we drove to Houston for
Free Press Summer Fest, the first time I really
like-liked someone after thinking I’d never like-like anyone ever again.
PUPPY! :)It’s the summer I came back to life.
I’ve
mentioned before that I had
a particularly difficult time after a break up, way back in the spring of 2009. Truth be told, it’s probably
the lowest I’ve ever been in my entire life, and God, I hope the lowest I’ll
ever feel. I definitely don’t want to go back to that place. Anyone who suffers from depression
can attest to how hopeless you feel, like you will literally never be able to crawl out of bed,
like you’ll never be happy again. I had stopped going to work. I dropped two classes and failed one. I no longer answered my phone. I regularly slept fifteen hours at a time. I spent every second possible in the solace of my room, feeling lost and inconsolable.
When I did go out, I tried
to prove to myself and everyone else that I was fine by
laughing too loud, drinking too much and generally pretending I didn’t give a shit about anything,
least of all my broken heart.
I was, in a word, a
mess.
But with summer came sunshine and a new beginning.
July 4th, 2009. Go Rangers!It brought my friend Mitch who emailed me daily with
work-out regimes and
words of encouragement. It brought Clark, the world’s sweetest puppy, who gave me something to look after and someone to come home to. Summer brought
a new will to live and the realization that this sorrow wouldn’t be forever. Summer brought
a time of tentative happiness as I slowly but surely crawled out of my cave and faced the real world again, this time
stronger and more self-assured than before. It wasn’t instant, but it was lasting.
I was back, baby.
Thank you, summer 2009. Thank you to
the friends and wonderful times that made it what it was. It’s a time I always treasure,
and I’m so grateful I lived to see that.
Impromptu library workers party. We like books!Join me next month for
can’t stop, won’t stop: july where I’ll feature my summer 2010 playlist. Whoop! :)
*Richman is one of my favorite songs of all time.
IT GOES SO HARD. Listen to it now, please & thanks.
