Fuck yeah, Boulder!

theblogofreak:

-The Swayback- (LISTEN TO: Forewarned, Queens Dance, Just Like The Old Days)

-Snake Rattle Rattle Snake- (LISTEN TO: Dead Men’s Words)

-Rose Hill Drive- (LISTEN TO: Sneak Out, Shakin’ All Over, Altar Junkie, Laughing in the Streets)

-Statewide Emergency- (LISTEN TO: The Inside, Camels)

TRUST ME

Anybody else have recommendations?

zackshapiro:

That’s all.

Anyone who has participated in, or planned a food fight in the past, please contact me with all of your food fighting tips and tricks. The last thing we want is to put out an eye with a graham cracker.

iwasahurricane:

i seriously just watched fog dissipate from the flatirons in the span of five minutes.

THAT WAS SO LEGIT

shakaone:

Photographed by Alec Bibat

mindyr:

When it snows in Colorado, it’s like a blue shadow is cast over everything—the streets, the trees, campus, the mountains, houses and campus buildings.

Here in Boulder, it can be bright, sunny and 70 degrees one day and suddenly the next day, it’s 30 degrees and dumping snow.

But somehow, even on the days when it snows, the sun manages to break its way through the clouds and the frigid temperature doesn’t seem half bad. When you look out the window on mornings like these, you see the bright sun reflecting off the Flatirons, initially start looking through their drawer of T-shirts and tank tops before reality hits them—it may be sunny, but it’s probably only 20 degrees out.

Still, the Boulder sun is what coaxes you out of your toasty room and nudges you outside to face chilly mornings filled with classes, meetings, assignments and errands.

Today, the sun wasn’t out.

When I woke up facing my window this morning, I was overjoyed when I saw the lightest dusting of pure white snow covering the trees, rooftops, and parking lots in the alley that lines the side of my apartment. After rummaging through my winter wardrobe and deciding on an outfit, I grabbed my puffy red jacket with a fur-lined hood, yanked on my Uggs, and headed outside to walk to class.

Everything was lightly dusted with snow—the restaurants and apartments on The Hill, the central campus buildings and the green grass that surrounds them. It was almost as if Mother Nature had sneezed once and suddenly, there was a bit of snow covering Boulder.

For the rest of the day, I admired the winter scenery from inside warm buildings, smiling each time I stared out a window.

But after just finishing reading a story about Venice, Calif., I couldn’t help but look outside.

The snow was still there, but I noticed something new: the fog, which normally dissipates throughout the day and eventually loses out in battles with the sun, is still resting halfway up the Flatirons, and the sky is still an opaque, peppery gray.

I wonder if this is what the sky will look like each day in Barcelona. I’ve heard that although it doesn’t snow, it rains a lot there. I wonder if I’ll be facing quick downpours that require an umbrella but are followed by blue skies and sunshine, like I experience in Boulder, or entire days of light drizzle that Seattle natives like me would deal with by pulling on a sweatshirt because “it’s barely raining.”

As excited as I am to study abroad, meet new people and experience an entirely new culture, it’s hit me that the time I have left in Boulder before I graduate is quickly expiring.

After this semester, I have one solitary, final year to soak everything in: the scenery, experiences, time with friends, opportunities.

After that, the future is uncertain. And while that used to scare me (and still scares many others) half to death, it isn’t so daunting anymore.

Maybe that’s just part of growing up.