You know you’re a college student when you start making things out of ramen noodle boxes.

You know you're a college student when you start making things out of ramen noodle boxes.

It doesn’t happen extremely often, but sometimes I get this obsessive need to clean and organize my things. I have a pretty fair collection of nail polish and had been keeping it in an old bible box. The box barely closed, and it made it difficult to search for a specific bottle. Glancing around the apartment, the only suitable alternative on hand was a ramen box.
I folded and curled under the side flaps, cut the top 2″ off the front flap, and left the back flap the untouched. I used watercolor paint to add a bit of color and a piece of yarn to help keep the sides curled under (you really let me down, duct tape). After lining up my polish, I realized there was too much space leftover where bottles could slide around, so I used a portion of the bible box (covered in patterned paper) to section it off. TADAA! An easy-to-sort-through container for nail polish with a small section to files, nail art pens, and clippers.

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Painted Pumpkins

Painted Pumpkins

Got mini-pumpkins at the grocery store last weekend and just now got around to painting them. My boyfriend’s is on the left, and mine is on the right. I decided to get a little fancy and attempt to create an ombre effect with glitter. (Used acrylic paint, glitter, and permanent marker)

NOFX in Cincinnati: My First Punk Show

I’m not a punk kind of girl. But somehow I ended up with a ticket to a punk rock show in Cincinnati this past Wednesday. Not only that, but my sister insisted that I need to experience “the pit.”

For those of you who don’t know, the mosh pit is the area in front of the stage where fans crowd together to jump around, punch each other, and go crazy. My best friend, a seasoned veteran when we were in high school, had told about the “wall of death” and going home with bruises and beer-soaked Converse, so I knew kind of what to expect.

During the (three!) opening acts, there was a baby of a mosh pit. I stood on the edge and watched the small whirlwind of kicking, punching the air, and shoving while watching out for the empty beer bottles being thrown in the air. By the time NOFX came on stage, the place was full and I could barely turn around. I was not prepared for the first song.

I’m not gonna lie – I screamed. It was like being on one of those fair rides where you’re being slung around helplessly with scary music blasting in your ear, and you’re screaming, but no one can hear you over the music. I’m being pushed in different directions and the sudden change knocks me off balance but I can’t fall because I’m surrounded by other people but now they’re moving too and I almost fall over but someone grabs my shoulder and helps me up and the same person keeps hitting me in the base of my skull and that can’t be good because I need my cerebellum working and gross(!) I think I just touched that fat person’s armpit with my face. Then, all of a sudden, the song is over. Repeat this a few more times and you have yourself a NOFX concert.

I stayed in the pit for about half the set before retiring to the back of the venue where all the calm people stood. Even though I’ve decided that punk shows are not for me, I can say that I enjoyed going on this trip, and I can see why some people would enjoy them.

Here’s what I learned at my first punk show:

  1. One spilled beer turns the floor into a dangerous and smelly slip ‘n slide. All of a sudden, moshing to the opening acts just got a lot harder. Give it an hour and it turns into a sticky trap.
  2. (Most) people in mosh pits are as polite as they are violent. One second you’re getting punched in the head, the next you’re being lifted from the ground by five strangers before there is even a chance to get your fingers stepped on (a very impressive feat).
  3. Mohawks are scary and hilarious. I was cracking up watching these guys standing behind a mohawked girl banging her head to the music. They would dodge and put their hands up every time she turned her head.

On another note, I just bought tickets to see my favorite band, The Avett Brothers, next weekend in Indianapolis! Did I mention I have an Avett Bros tattoo?! I can’t wait! I will definitely be posting about that next week 🙂