Music of the Moment: Ryn Weaver

You've probably never heard of her, but right now I'm obsessed with an artist named Ryn Weaver. She's absolutely amazing. She's (just recently) 22 years old, and captures all of the feelings that I have in a way that I never knew someone could.

I originally found her because my guy was listening to her the day she dropped her first song, OctaHate. I walked into his apartment and immediately fell in love with her voice and her lyrics. Afterward, I literally downloaded the song the second I got home and played it over 200 times in three days. You could say I'm a little obsessed. 

The second her EP, called Promises (and shown down below), came out I bought it. This time, I found it on my own though. Luckily I had figured out what soundcloud was and had been using it when she released the album. If you have the time, I'd definitely suggest giving the EP a listen from beginning to end. It's worth it, and only takes about 15 minutes.

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An Extreme Adventure: The X-Games Austin

Quite quickly after meeting the guy from the previous post, he invited me to go to the X-Games Austin with him & his best friend. After going back & forth in my head if I wanted to go or not, he finally convinced me to go with him. And thank god I did. I had such an amazing time, and really got to know these two guys really, really well. By the end of the long weekend, there were very few things that we didn't know about each other. 

Driving down there was a little bit terrifying; I mean, I was walking into a trip without knowing them very well. The ride down was a little quite for the first hour or two (of an eight hour drive), though once they started playing really random music (that I quickly fell in love with) things began to unwind and let loose. 

We stopped off in Houston for dinner at a Coney Island Hot Dog place, ate really quickly, and then got back on the road. From then on out, we let loose and began to get to know each other really quickly. As soon as we got to Austin, we decided to go out. The boys only had to change, but I threw on some clothes and makeup as quickly as I could so we could taxi down to Rainey Street. We definitely had a great time on Rainey Street. 

Now, to the X-Games. It was $80 for a ticket, and it was probably one of the best investments I made this summer. We got to experience a ton of different things, but the top three moments of the trip for me had to be: 1. Watching big air in a club setting while dancing with my guy to DJ Cash Cash and the moments that followed that as well. 2. Seeing Kanye West, the guy's favorite artist, and watching them freak out like little boys. It was absolutely amazing and so funny to see them freak out about something so badly. 3. Going out on Rainey Street on a Sunday night. (And one more just because: staying up until 5am, sitting on a corner in a parking lot with my guy just talking about everything and anything in general; it was that weekend that I decided I wanted to get to know him better, and I'm sure glad that I did)

There are tons of stories that I can't share, because they're definitely not appropriate. And there are some moments that I can't even explain because they're too absurd. It's the little things that mean the most to me, which include all of the little inside jokes that they let me in on & that we created that weekend. These two boys began to mean a lot to me, and they still do. Though I don't get to see them since I'm far away, I try and stay in touch with them as much as possible. 
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The Sweetest Summer

The only picture I'm willing to share right now (call it me being selfish; Nola June 2014)

To explain what happened the rest of my summer, and why I'll always refer to the summer of 2014 as 'The Sweetest Summer', I'll need to introduce you to someone new to this little space of mine. Though as I'm writing this, we're not together (though we still talk), it was a great few months. He made me happier in a few short months than I had been in quite some time. I grew as a person; he made me better, and for that I'll be eternally grateful. I can only hope I did the same for him. 

There were some ups (and god were they high), and one or two downs (but not very low), with us. His carefree, easygoing demeanor sometimes clashed with my worrisome self, but we made it work. We spent the better part of the summer together, only a few days here and there where I can remember not actually seeing him, though we always talked in some shape or form.

He's from the north, so at times he didn't understand my somewhat Cajun accent, and there were times where I didn't understand his somewhat crass attitude. However, his smile could seriously light up a room, and his laugh is quite contagious. There were nights, yes multiple, we spent staying up until 4,5,6 am, talking and watching the sun rise. He stayed positive for me through my shoulder surgery, even when he thought I was taking things a little too lightly. He was there for me when my maw maw passed away, right before I left for Disney. He asked me stay with him when he knew that I was scared to be home alone, without me having to say anything. And when we talked about me leaving for Disney, he kept repeating "but you're coming back."

He showed me new cities, that I quickly fell in love with, and helped me fall back in love with some of the old ones. There was almost a childish joy when traveling with him, never knowing what was coming next or where we may accidentally end up. Seeing everything from his perspective helped me to not let people walk over me so much, and to take control of situations more, which I'm awful at doing. 

He brought new music into my life, and continues to do so. We went to numerous concerts together, and there are countless nights spent at the bars around his house and in New OrleansFor me, music is one of the easiest ways to connect to someone. In fact, it was because of him that the music I was listening to pre-surgery kept me the calmest. He was the first person to text me when I got out of surgery (and the morning of my birthday, while I was in Disney). 

The weekend before I left, we had the 'what do we do when I leave' talk. It was me crying a lot, and him holding & comforting me; telling me that it's not the end of the world. I stayed with him the entire weekend, and actually making myself leave was the most difficult thing I had done in quite some time. He was the last person I saw in Baton Rouge, and I"m thankful for that. Watching him stand there watching me leave and waving as I left his place, for the final time this summer, was heartbreaking. Leaving him was the hardest part, but knowing I'm coming back in five months gives me a slight glimmer of hope. Because things ended on a, I'll see you soon, and maybe when you get back we'll figure it out. 

I could keep going on, but there are tons of things that I want to keep inside, at least for now (while things are still fresh). So here's to hoping I fall in love with Orlando, without him here, and that I continue to experience things with the childish joy that he showed me this summer.

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A New Orleans Wedding

The next 'massive' event that happened this summer that I can think of is my cousins rehearsal dinner/wedding. My younger sister & I were in her wedding party, bringing up the gifts during Mass (it was a Catholic ceremony, so it was long with many parts). Because of this, we were invited to the rehearsal dinner. 

We were never good at behaving in Mass

The dinner was so much fun, and SO freaking nice. Since she got married in the church, we had to be dressed in appropriate clothes, aka church clothes. Then she wanted to continue the theme of looking nice, so we had dinner at a country club in New Orleans. It was seriously one of the nicer places I've been in New Orleans, which is saying a lot. 

My not-so-little sister
While the rehearsal dinner was really fun, the wedding was 2340283x's better, which is hard to believe. Because our family is so large, we basically only had family at the wedding with a few friends, and there were still 200 people there. We joked the entire night it was basically just a huge family dance party. 

Texting that boy...
The beautiful bride & groom 
I really loved getting to celebrate with my cousins and just laugh and let loose. My dad drove us down to Nola that night, so my younger sister & I were free to drink and just have a good time (which we did to our best ability). Nikka (a family nickname for the bride) looked absolutely stunning, and her now-husband looked like he had an amazing time. With everything that had been going on, family-wise, this summer, it was nice to just have everyone let their worries go & just party like the good New Orleanians that we are.

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Not A Torn Rotator Cuff...But....

I guess the only logical place to go from the graduation party (where you can somewhat see my sling in the second picture I posted) is to go to the next prominent event that happened & continued to happen throughout the summer (and today): Shoulder Issues. 

Back in May, I had written this post talking about how I thought I tore my Rotator Cuff. Well, the good news is that I didn't actually tear my rotator cuff. The bad news is that I tore the labrum posteriorly in my right shoulder. Basically, what this means is I completely tore the ligament that holds my shoulder together and nobody noticed until they sent me for an MRI, SIX WEEKS AFTER PRESCRIBING PT THAT DIDN'T HELP.  Yeah, I'm a little bitter. 

In late June, I had to have complete reconstructive surgery (after being given 24 hours to decide if I wanted the surgery or not) because they needed to fit me into the schedule since I left for Disney in August. I decided to go ahead and do the surgery, which was literally four days later. It was kind of a whirlwind of events, but I'm glad I decided to do it. 

Surgery honestly wasn't that bad. I had been freaking out because it was the first time that I had to have anything like this done (first IV, going under experience, etc.). I put in my headphones and only removed them when I had to. Having the music playing was definitely calming for me. The only awful part was getting the nerve blocker because they couldn't find the right nerves to neutralize. I honestly don't remember much from the time they finally got the nerve blocker in, until I woke up. 

Apparently, the first thing I said when I got out of surgery was "I'm disoriented", which is a total Maria thing to say. But that's what happens when they give you lots of drugs & take away your glasses from you. The recovery period wasn't too bad, and I was back in action three days after my surgery (back to work & running the roads). It helped that I had a sweet guy as motivation to get my act together so I could see him again. Because let's be honest, I definitely didn't want him seeing me in that much pain/drugged up so much so early on. But more on him later. 

Then came the Physical Therapy. My hardest part following PT was not actually moving my shoulder. I wanted to get back on my feet as early as possible, but you HAVE to let the ligament heal and reattach to the bone before moving your shoulder (duh). I've got at home exercises that I have to do right now, but otherwise I'm cleared. Basically, if something hurts, don't do it. Easy peasy. should

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The Graduate(s)

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? I graduated back in May, and then my best friend Lauren threw a graduation party for me & her boyfriend, and a few other friends of ours. It was insanely fun, though toward the end of the night, things did get a little out of hand. I mean, it's a college graduation party, what do you expect. 

We themed the party with CEO's & Office ____'s (it' rhymes with CEO's...), total classy affair. One of our friends Hannah, who couldn't make it, dropped off the bottle of fireball whiskey before the party even began. Then throughout the party, four of us (the graduates) finished the bottle within probably about five minutes. Let's just say, it's not my favorite type of whiskey (my drink of choice). 

Thankfully my spot was reserved on the couch and Lauren so graciously let me sleep over because let's be honest, there was no way in hell that I was driving home that night. The next morning she & I woke up and went to Waffle House (our food of choice, every time we're hung over). We then split ways to go spend time with our families, and recover from the night before (aka, chug gatorade).

It was a classic college party, and an insanely good ending to a great school year. There was tons of loud music, dancing, drinking games, and crazy stories shared by all. I became quick friends with some people that I hadn't met before, that thankfully I still talk to today, and got to catch up with my best friend since high school. 
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An Unnoted Abscence

The past few weeks/months I've been noticeably not posting on this little blog of mine. I created it to serve basically as an online journal, and I've been quite crappy at updating it. However, I'm going to try and write down all the memories that I can from this summer,  because it's definitely been one to remember. I honestly don't know where to begin, so it may take a few days to get back on my feet, but I'm definitely going to be writing more and more. 

I recently moved to Disney, to begin a five month internship with the company so there's definitely a lot of new things going on in my life right now. I'm trying to get used to the crazy hours, but once I do (and hopefully have some sort of resemblance to a schedule) hopefully this little blog will be back to posting as much as I can during the week (not on the weekends). 

Coming up will be: The Sweetest Summer (a story about a boy), The X Games, Nola At It's Finest, Quick Friends, The Long Trip Ahead (leaving home), Moving to Disney, Checking in the DCP, Traditions, First Week at the DCP, Second Week at the DCP, New Music (Ryn Weaver, Jessie Ware, Cashmere Cat, & More!), Kouzzina (A Restaurant Review), Earl of Sandwich (another restaurant review), EPCOT!, The Sum of All Thrills, My First Birthday Away from Home, and so, so, so, so much more!

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