We Could Hold Hands and Talk About Jesus In My Hotel Room

I never realized this before, but frog legs taste like a mix between chicken and fish, and they're kind of slimy and gross. Don't let this deter you from trying them, though!

As to where I was eating frog legs, I went to New Orleans! Unfortunately, I did not get to hit up Bourbon Street. I was sort of excited about that and it didn't happen. It probably didn't happen because I went there with my church group for a Lutheran gathering. The trip was so insane!

Normally I am not a fan of Christian rock. Let's face it, most of it sucks. But! We went to see this one band (three times actually), and they were awesome. They were called Remedy Drive and from the moment they stepped on the stage I fell in love. Not only are they all super hot (eep!), they can also play really, really well. The last show we went to was at my groups hotel, and when the crowd started jumping, the floor bounced. I'm serious. They even called in more security. Then, the (insanely attractive, sadly married) lead singer says "I'm going to take this photographer girl's camera and take a picture of the crowd" and guess what? I was that girl! It probably helped that I was in the front row, right in front of him. So I'm freakin' out and he grabs my camera and takes the picture. Then he leans over, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Please e-mail this to me at remedydrive@gmail.com!" while giving my shoulder this awesome gentle squeeze. I was thinking, "Boy, I'd go to freaking heaven and back to give you this picture" but I just swooned a little and said, "I will!" I was in love. Fangirl love. The bassist was definitely the most attractive but my favorite was always the singer.

Also, there was an anime convention going on while I was there. I was so jealous that I didn't get to do any convention stuff! But I took some pictures with some of the anime nerds (aninerds? animerds?) and even talked to a couple. My youth group did not approve, but that's fine.

I ate alligator!

Anywho, when I came back from New Orleans, I got to see my nephew for the first time. He was so adorable I was practically crying. I couldn't be prouder of my brother for stepping up and being a dad. Oh, my gosh I'm an aunt!! Woo!

Sometimes it seems like life is lacking inspiration. When I feel that way I tend to listen to a lot of music and read fashion blogs. I love Tavi Gevinson's The Style Rookie, and I just recently found another one I enjoy called Hipster Musings. As nerdy as I am, I still love fashion!

I will upload pics of everything as soon as I figure out how! :)

I Talked To a Hippy and It Made My Day

You know, there is a reason why people say that love is a drug. Your brain releases different chemicals when you see that certain person, and those chemicals make you feel good, and this is what love is. I mean, that's what love is from a very non-romantic, un-idealist, and basic chemical level. But your body likes these endorphins and hormones and chemicals, because it feels nice. So when you aren't with that person anymore, you don't get anymore chemicals, and it doesn't feel nearly as nice. In fact, it feels pretty bad. After feeling all happy with your endorphins and such, without them you feel crappy. So love is literally just like any other addictive drug, and just as destructive. After all, have you ever read "Romeo and Juliet" or basically any other tragedy? (So you know, Romeo and Juliet both are miserable through almost the whole play and then kill themselves. Just a thought.)
Somebody once said "Don't have regrets because at some point what you did was exactly what you wanted to do," or something like that.
Have you noticed that a group of people will always walk in front of you slowly when you're irritated or in a hurry? I tend to be a slow walker, I won't deny that. But in general I try to make sure I don't take up the whole freaking hallway/staircase/building. Normally, a small group of slow-walkers doesn't even bother me that much, especially not if there is some room to get around them. But I swear, I was in a hurry and she said something that made me want to snap and holy crap I almost took her out right there. Like I said, though, I was in a hurry. And I may have been overreacting a smidge.
I participated in an art show last weekend. One of my photographs got a "Judge's Merit Award" or something. Also, my mother entered a photo I took, for some reason. It ended up getting like first place or something. They have the best food at that art show thing.
I have a piece of advice (coming from yours truly, since I'm probably the reason this needs to be said). Never trust your boyfriend with a girl he met at band camp.