I’ve never been big on Spring Break. In the younger years, while it was cool to be off for a week from school, that was usually the time my parentals took to get on me about extensive house cleaning and in the older years it was a time where friends nagged me to chip in on hotel/alcohol/gas fees to hit up some beach and party with a bunch of randoms. I took on my first full time job by 17 and quickly got addicted to the feeling of making my own money so I always skipped out on joining in the Spring Break festivities. Until this day I have never been on Spring Break vacation.
Now that I am out of school, I wouldn’t dare participate in it now. To each is own, but the thought of a grown ass person with no current college credits to their name going out to party with a bunch of college kids is creepy and desperate to me. You think you’re out there in your bikini, getting it in looking like this:
When in reality you look more like this:
And feeling like this the next day while all of your spring chicken friends are up and out early to party another round.
So when the news of the film Spring Breakers first came out, I had no interest in it….until I saw the trailer.
That’s when I realized in spirit, it was time to go on Spring Break. There’s only so long you can resist girls with guns, dance tracks, Britney Spears’ singalongs and JamesI Wanna Have Your Mulatto BabiesFranco.
The film features an all around cast of familiar faces and is written/directed by Harmony Korine, who also wrote Kids—which if you haven’t seen it–stop reading and go get it. Well actually finish reading, then go get it.
With such a phenomenal film under the belt (as well as others) and a decent crew of actors on deck–Spring Breakershas got to be worth watching, right?
Fresh from my day off and I am back into the swing of routine!
As mentioned before in previous recipes, I’ve been trying to get more in the habit of healthy eating, and I’ve also been trying to embrace the idea of working out. And all in all, it has been a challenge.
Working out has honestly never held my attention for too long, I’ve never counted a calorie in my life and just about anything with cheese/or alcohol is my best friend.
So I don’t know too many females who AREN’T into this Sunday night phenomenon, but if you are one of the few who are not Girls is a 30 minute series on HBO starring/written/directed by Lena Dunham and follows the story of four girlfriends living and struggling to find themselves in New York City.
Yeah sure, it kind of sounds like that OTHER show Sex In The City, (which I’ve never seen or care to btw), but with more of a realistic take on living in the Big Apple. At least living in the Big Apple in your 20s. I can’t tell you how many people I know that have moved into the city with these expectations of dancing the night away in Manolos and rubbing shoulders with the hot, rich and famous only to end up living in a box, paranoid of rats and eating syrup sandwiches while drinking a box of wine. THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
The show is currently in its’ second season, which I’ll get to in a minute but going back to the beginning with season one: the season itself had already wrapped and I randomly had decided to give into the word of mouth after finding myself on the couch with some free time, a broken heart and a lot of wine in my glass. Episode by episode, I found myself slowly getting more into it and by Episode 4 I was completely hooked. Episode 7, ‘Welcome To Bushwick a.k.a ‘The Crackcident’ is hands down my favorite though.
All of the characters and their situations were completely relatable, personally for me with Marnie and her season one situation from dealing with wanting to breakup to breaking up to getting back together only to break up again to having to face your ex and his new side piece to having a huge fight with your best friend.