sneaky heart

7:31: How many times have you fallen in love during quarantine? No matter the answer: oh, that’s too bad.

7:31: Hold up, lemme take a sip of my iced coffee.

7:32: Okay, we’re back.

7:35: Ouch. My brain. My little frozen heart, warming.

This playlist is a cute lil’ bittersweet moment. I’m a self professed grinch, and that’s only partially due to the length of my fingers and my ability to elegantly pull them into that crusty little OK sign the grinch does. You know the one? Doesn’t matter. The other component of my grinching, my grinch-ness, my gronchy: it’s a small beating organ somewhere in the left half of my rib cage. 

Except this organ is a little mushier than I originally thought. Yep, that’s right! She has a heart everybody! She has a whole heart! 

Okay, enough with the theatrics.

This playlist is for my Kenyon Crushes, your Kenyon Crushes, everybody’s everywhere Crushes. Particularly, though, it’s for those who find a little bit of grinch in all the butterflies and bagels and late-night texts. My folks who are falling with a frown. My folks who hide their L-word deeply and secretly and preciously. It’s smiley, it’s grumpy, the tracks fit in anywhere from lo-fi to the Mountain Goats wannabe to thrumming and strumming all over the guitar road like your Subaru Outback.

And before I get thrown all over the place for the first line of this description: I hope you, whoever you are, wherever you are in your vast far-ness: I hope you’re happy.

As a little bit of a ye olde Post Scriptum:

To all the underclassmen: I hope you get to experience a little bit of Kenyon magic, stress, struggle, and joy during your moment on the hill. Hold down the fort for us.

And to all the upperclassmen: see you soon.