fuck the critics

[aka Jordan Swartz's way of life]

I’m convinced that my life is just a series of awkward moments.

This weekend was interesting and random to say the least. I don’t really understand people. But no one really does.

My Friday was spent in Yardley listening to my mom’s emotional break downs, waiting on my dad because he was sick with the flu and having 6 inches cut off my hair. After all of that I came back to Philly and found myself at a party with the usuals. I started to realize that the people I was hanging out with I only see at parties, but they are all pretty cool. A few of us decided that we would probably like each other sober and planned a beach trip for the next day.

Spontaneous? Yes. Seriously refreshing though.

Saturday morning and then they (Nick, Amy, Megan and Jim) picked me up from work at 11 in the A and we drove to Ocean City. For the 2 hours that we sat in traffic we sang along with Blink-182 and ‘Now That’s What I Call Music! 6′ which consisted of songs from the 90s that I’d rather forget.

All of us were hung over (except me who had been up since 6 and was fully caffeinated). The beach was ridiculously crowded and looking out at the ocean it looked like more of a gross amusement park wave pool full of people rather than the ocean. We pretty much just laid on the beach and people watched. It was great.

Saturday night I was convinced by my friend Jim to go to a party I really didn’t feel like going to. I shouldn’t have gone, but who doesn’t love a good awkward situation. I left early to play card games with my roommate and his friends. It was much more fun.

Today I had work at dawn again. I love coffee and being a Barista. Starbucks is a ridiculous corporation, but I work with some really cool people and am surrounded by coffee. I actually really like the job.

This week includes work, interviewing, seeing The Sleeping twice and some exciting parties. Oh right, and classes.

Does anyone else think the Olympics are slightly overrated?

(Currently listening to ‘What Doesn’t Kill Us’ by What Made Milwaukee Famous)

Tags: 90s music, basement parties, beach, coffee, home, internship, Olympics, Philly, road trip, roommate, The Sleeping