emily's may 2025 recap
.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡misty month.may started out soft and damp, my favourite flavour of spring’s offerings. it rained in brooklyn most of the first two weeks and i fell asleep easily those nights. i ate a gummy and rewatched the first episode of teen wolf with our roommates and laughed so much my cheeks were wet. the earnestness of teen/occult/romance tv shows draws me in so quickly and i love when they’re bad. not in a this-is-a-bad-show-with-bad-writing-and-that’s-all-it-is way but more in a this-writing-has-nothing-to-hide-and-i’m-right-here-with-it way. i love a lot about the first season of teen wolf and i could go on about what gets lost in the seasons that follow it but i’ll spare you for now. What i will say is scott mcall owns short sleeve over long sleeve and stiles stilinski owns generic, off brand graphic tee with flannel.
on the 6th of this month teethe’s magic of the sale came out and i listened to it pretty much every time i put music on. i love their whole discography but this track is my favourite piece of music they’ve put out and it’s really the only music released in the last decade i’ve been playing lately. i’ve been listening to a lot of owl city this and last month. when i was in middle school in 2012 right before i fell in love with emo music and never looked back, i listened to ocean eyes a lot. that album acted as a sort of bridge for me getting into alternative genres. it’s funny being old enough now to have seen trends happening before my eyes and to be nostalgic for aesthetics that i actually saw happen the first time around. when i was 14 wearing tattoo chokers i didn’t really know what i was referencing, though i thought i did. now, at 24, i’m wearing wired earbuds and listening to saltwater room and using my digital camera and i’m remembering. i love adam young and how he created the perfect way to balance sadness and optimism. it’s nice to listen to his music and feel optimistic, something that was missing from my experience 12 years ago.
may 8th atley and i went to living rooms recording studio in ridgewood to track drums for some new music we’re working on. atley was meeting me there from work so I walked through the rain with cymbals on my back and a backpack filled with snacks, and our laptop, and cables on my front. my shoulders hurt for a few days after this. we spent the evening with rob, moving microphones and then banging drums and laughing and listening to it back and then banging on them some more. liam joined us for a little bit and he banged on the drums too. when we walked home atley carried the cymbals for me. we’ll share what we made sometime soon.
the following week i was working on our website a lot, fine tuning things and organizing everything. I listened to ambient playlists and the rain a lot during this time (thank you drift away ambiance and this specific video). it felt really good to finally just be picking out images and sourcing gifs and playing. i’m still really new to web design and it’s not something reminiscent of any of my other skills. usually, i’m making something i can see and it’s right there in front of me. its a drawing on paper and i can pick it up and fold it or rip it to pieces or close the sketch book and look at it later or never look at it again. but i’m holding a pencil and im making lines by deciding where i want them to go and just putting them there. looking at a code and understanding how it becomes a box or a table or an audio player doesn’t click for me. but I'm here doing it anyway because i wanted a website and i wanted to make it myself. i’ve enjoyed being at the point where i can just write what i want and choose which images go where. the beginnings of this project were grueling at times and even still i don’t really know what i’m doing. yet i write this blog post and in my head it will go on the website and people will see the site and click on the post and read it.
atley, liam, lauren and i took 3 plane rides on the 17th. one to palm beach, one to atlanta, and one to new orleans. we would've only taken one except there were tornados in the midwest. on the first plane i watch parasite and it was really scary and stressful and GOOD and i cried! on the second two planes i listened to radiohead and also cried (i cry on every plane ride i’m on). we spent 4 days wandering around, laughing, eating food, and dancing. lauren, atley and i went to cafe du monde then looked at every single booth at the french market. we slept in the living room of atley’s moms house and listened to ‘10 hours of continuous rain sounds for sleeping’ every night. on the day that lauren was flying back to brooklyn we went to the now defunct lincoln beach amusement park. open from 1939 to 1965, it functioned as the only beach accessible to black residents of new orleans. we parked on the street, walked along the active railroad tracks for a while until we bushwacked our way to a big concrete opening covered in low laying foliage and graffiti. There were two large art deco pavilions on either side and the sandy beach was a ways in front of us. we sat by the water of lake pontchartrain for a while and felt the humid air. we explored while thunder rumbled and lighting struck the other side of the lake. since visiting i’ve learned about new orleans for lincoln beach, a group dedicated to reviving the beach and preserving this piece of black heritage. at one point there were some articles that said it could reopen as soon as summer of this year. the beach holds a lot of history and was a really amazing place to visit.
we went to the museum of death, felt sick, then got lunch in the french quarter then sat on a bench on the riverwalk before we finally had to take lauren to the airport and say goodbye. atley, liam, and i were staying for another 6 days.
on friday the 23rd, atley and i drove 4.5 hours to montgomery to visit some more of his extended family and celebrate his grandmothers 90th birthday. his dad flew from vancouver to meet us there and we all stayed together. we visited the farmers market and i ate the most delicious alabama peach ive ever had. it dripped all over my hand, ran down my forearms and hit the hot blacktop. i started reading beautiful world, where are you by sally rooney. i had had the book for a while without reading it, i bought it right after i finished normal people which i bought right after i finished conversations with friends (which is still my favourite rooney). i really enjoyed it but I found this book a little slow moving and dense at times and i hated the last two chapters. i will be picking up intermezzo next. we had a big family lunch to celebrate the momentous birthday on saturday and then we drove back to new orleans on sunday. on the drive we listened to tony rice and ricky skaggs’ album rice and skaggs and sang along.
we spent the whole next day in bed watching the second season of the last of us. i wont say much about this experience except for that past episode two, i wasn’t really interested in continuing, though we did finish it. after we watched the last episode i googled if there was an episode 8 that hadn’t come out yet (there wasn’t). we went to see johnny vidacovich at the maple leaf that night. he was playing with an organ trio and we shook his hand after the show. still holding it he asked where we were visiting from and i said, new york. he asked me, manhattan? And i said, brooklyn. he said, even better.
on the plane ride home we all got to sit in the same row. i got the window seat for take off and then gave it to liam for landing. we got into jfk at midnight and were home at 2am. i was glad to be sleeping in my own bed though my own apartment always feels weirdly foreign to me after i’ve been away. the next day i started reading blood and guts in highschool by kathy acker and the day after that i finished it. i loved every word, especially “she’ll open herself up and she is soft and totally hurtable that’s what being wild is.” it was a really really sad read that i couldn't put down. the book is on the shorter side and the writing makes it really easy to breeze right through despite its heavy themes. i love you janey and its shattering how the world treated you.
with a few days left in the month we didn't get up to much. my copy of stephanie meyer's midnight sun came and i haven't been able to open it yet. daye and i are going to bookclub it and we haven't put together a schedule yet. its a long book but i'm hoping with how much of the story and dialogue will be the same as twilight it will won't drudge on for too long. it did take us 3 months to read twilight because of our schedules...
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