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August '20 Collection



I realize that August has been over for like a week now and that we're all currently feeling the heavy weight of early September sitting on our shoulders, but I wanted to officially begin this new addition to my blog now so here we are! I'm doing Monthly collections that'll include my top songs, moments, and blah blahs. I'm a sucker for being able to look back on the little things so I'm going to do it in an organized way. I hope that all 8 of you guys enjoy it!

7 Things that I Did

1. Turned 16.
2. Renovated my room. 
3. Caught up with old pals. 
4. Started chewing gum religiously again. 
5. Finished How to Get Away with Murder, finally.
6. Went on a Boat
7. Fell in <3 with Nora Ephron's writing. 

Top 5 songs 

Not Friendly---Flo Milli 

It opens with "Flo...milli...Flo Flo Milli...shit...bitch!" and from then on it's just a boat-load of fun. Miss Milli raps like the annoying little cousin that I don't even have---and I adore her for it. The song is sassy, silly, and it makes me feel A LOT cooler than I am. What more could a girl ask for? 

The 1---Taylor Swift 

It would've been ridiculously pleasing if my top song from Folklore this month had been August, but  The 1 is well...my number 1! In this song T-Swizzle sings about the 1 that got away, and while I've never been in that exact situation I'm a big 'what if' girl (healthy, I know) and this song serves as the perfect backdrop for those coulda shoulda woulda scenarios that I like to play in my head every now and then.  

If It Wasn't For The Nights---ABBA

ABBA ABBA ABBA...how I love you so. Everytime I think that I've scoured through their discography for all of  the songs that I could like, another gem pops up. This month, the gem came in the form of If It Wasn't For The Nights. The song is all about feeling fine and dandy during the day while you're busy and preoccupied and then feeling everything come crashing down the minute the sun sets.  The lyric "IT'S BAD, OHHHHHHH SO BAD!" feels very fresh, very now, very 2020. I dig it, and I dig this song deeply. 

REEL IT IN--- Aminé

This is a 'dance so wildly in the kitchen with your socks on that you slip on the hardwood floor and fall on your ass' song if I've ever heard one---and I've heard many. I can't think of another 1:50 minute song that's more fun than this one. Aminé's ab-libs are absolutely everything and each and every "whooo" that he whooos makes me get .5% happier. 

Don't Get Around Much Anymore---Etta James 

Ever since I heard A Sunday Kind of Love in the opening credits of the seminal classic The Other Woman (it's rated 25% on rotten tomatoes guys, it's a must see) I've adored Etta James. Her voice is brassy and her album covers never fail to make me smile. This song has everything that I like in a good jazz tune: a strong beat, a phenomenal string section, and repetitive lyrics. I'm sure that we will be friends for a long long time. 

5 Pop-Culture Things that Made me Laugh

1. All of the Jokes that came out of Meghan Thee Stallion and Cardi B's WAP 
2. Katy Perry naming her baby Daisy Bloom 
3. Hozier posting himself as handsome squidward and then apologizing in 3 languages
4. People making fancams for the United States Postal Service.
5. Every single Kamala/AKA/Biden joke 

1 Quote that I *enjoyed* 

"Sometimes It's about playing a Poor Hand well."- Donna Tartt

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