The toddler thug lyfe

Being at home with my lil' bro (he's the ripe old age of 5) always reminds me of my former precocious tendencies. One of my mother's favorite stories of me when I was little was the time I stopped a woman in the stairwell of the YMCA pool and asked her, with genuine curiosity, why she was so fat. My brother isn't much better. Listening to him rant about his undying love for crayola products and his girlfriend (yes, he's 5 and has more game than I do) does annoy me sometimes, but it also makes me jealous. At what point did we lose our abilities to know exactly what we want, when we want, and not care the slightest about what anyone thinks?

In the past couple of days, we've built a snowman, watched Spongebob (clearly made for adults), Arthur (remember when he could spell 'aardvark'? that's like me spelling 'human'!), Wishbone (was an excellent Faust) and some other shows in my vaguely distant memory, eaten brownies and walked to the bus stop on thickly iced roads in the freezing cold. Somehow these mundane activities have been more meaningful than anything I've done all semester. I also realized that I learned a helluva lot of literature from a talking terrier and go to school with a bunch of Muffys, whom I didn't know existed prior to college and gossip girl.

Happy holidays and SLOW THE EFF DOWN. Now for some vintage sesame street, in which they actually used to use big words:



The best part is at 1:49

Not there yet

Like everyone and their mom I will maintain a blahg while I'm in Paris. Better yet my lazy ass will probably keep posting on this doodle well after I come back from France. Furthermore, before I go to France this will be my regular blog. And after. In summary the title of this blog is useless. C'est la vie. 

Allow me to introduce myself. Je m'appelle Alice. I write music. I go to Columbia University. I am a premed. I play piano, violin and guitar. I act. I draw. I paint. I emote. I like periods. I like movies. and books. and french. I'm always looking for a good lol. I am vulgar. I have opinions on things.

Most recently I made a music video. You should watch it. I even embedded it so you wouldn't have to be redirected to the tube of you. Harry Potter makes a significant cameo. Oh wait, that's Alex Klein, with whom I will soon have a band. A kick ass band. That makes dance music and/or real music. 

And no, not all of my sentences will be fragments and austeriffic Hemingway-like. Srsly.