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random acts of kindness day

(Warning: I use the phrase “random act of kindness” in this post more than I have in my entire life. Don’t be annoyed. It’s only necessary.)

February 17th was Random Acts of Kindness Day. Yes, it is just another made-up holiday. And after further research, I discovered this whole week is Random Act of Kindness week. A whole made-up week?? Alas, I had been planning on writing about random acts of kindness since last week… so this kinda works out perfectly.

In high school (and possibly middle school), there was some sort of reward system for these “random acts of kindness,” you would get some piece of paper or candy or something of the sort if you did something kind that was random. I never really understood that. (probably because I never got these rewards…) People should  be expected to do these things without being rewarded, because the real reward is the gratitude from the other person. It’s cliché, but random acts of kindness should be done out of the kindness for one’s heart, not for a piece of paper or for a day or week.

I subscribe to a Boston Globe newsletter, and last week Teresa Hanafin wrote about one of her readers being on the receiving end of a so-called random act of kindness. Here’s a screenshot of that part of the newsletter:

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This “Jim” did this out of the kindness of his heart. He did not expect to be given a piece of paper congratulating him on being a kindred spirit, or because it was Random Act of Kindness Day (or week, for that matter).  With the Dunkin’ gift card, Jim also offered some good advice. It’s really a lovely sentiment, and to a stranger nonetheless.

You never know where you’re going to find a Jim. But they’re out there. And furthering Jim’s advice, I say be your own Jim. Take this coming week to really embody what kindness is about.

I’m not saying you need to write out elaborate letters and distribute Dunkin’ gift cards to strangers like you’re Oprah, the small things matter just as much.

Smile at the people you pass on the street.

Take out the trash without being asked (and do other chores that really only take a hot minute).

Hold the door open for someone when they’re coming your way.

Remind the people you love that you love and appreciate them.

Strike up a conversation with someone you don’t usually talk to. Listen to them! (A cashier is an easy target)

Be kind to the environment, too. Pick up litter you see on the street and toss it into a trash can. Try not to use plastic straws. (try to reduce plastic use in general…)

Leave notes (for roommates, family members, loved ones). Remind them you care.

Be kind to yourself, too! Remind yourself that you’re important. Smile in the mirror. Treat yourself to a coffee. Keep your space clean. Hydrate! Go for a walk. Read a book. Do something you love.

Send people funny pictures or videos that remind you of them.

Here’s one.

Tell people what you like about them.

Or write it in a letter! Or write them a thank-you note!

I’m sure you can come up with your own ideas, and you don’t need me to tell you how to be kind, or to give you a piece of paper. But just in case you needed an incentive to go out and be kind, this is the best I’ve got.

I hope you have a wonderful week filled with kindness, and

Bee happy,

Sam : )

ps. Song is Seaside Rendezvous by Queen — it’s about love & says “valentine” which is fitting for the season. (Happy belated Valentine’s Day!)

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Why Literature Is Everything

by Beatrice Albino

Words put in the right order are powerful. There’s a certain potency that accompanies a well-written phrase or sentence because words carry energy, whether they are spoken or written. I’m here to applaud the latter. Novels, nonfiction, poetry, plays, articles- all of it. They’re all undeniably beautiful, and here’s why:

Literature is an art. It is the meticulous crafting and hunting of apropos words to illustrate a story unique to the reader’s mind. Authors do not languidly toss in phrases in hopes to fill empty space like we do when attempting to finish an essay. Each word plays a part to advance the story. And just like art, you get some aspects that aren’t flashy but are absolutely necessary to highlight those venerable phrases of boats beating against the current or an old man dreaming about lions.

Literature is a mirror. What you decide to take away from a piece of literature is ultimately what you see in yourself, or at least what you want to see in yourself. I didn’t conjure this reason up on my own, there is actually a poster in my former english teacher’s room that evoked this thought. But it’s the truth. The reason we like certain characters is because they’re similar to us or they’re someone we strive to be. We see a piece of ourselves in them. Don’t deny it. You’ve probably thought of a certain character already. And now you’re sifting around which traits you share. See? It’s a fun little comparison game.

Literature, more often than not, is a call to action (big or small). I don’t know about you, but the conclusion of most novels cause me to re-evaluate specific parts of my life. Finishing “All the Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr has made me realize how much I take my surroundings for granted. Living on a peninsula gives me the wonderful opportunity to see the ocean every morning, and it wasn’t until after I finished this novel that I realized some people in this world have literally never seen an ocean before. Maybe it’s because they’re physically unable to, because they’re blind, or it is geographically impossible for them. Either way, it is a profound thought that has persuaded me to go outside and give the sea an occasional wave back.

Literature is who you are. You are the words you choose to read. You decide which words, which phrases to take with you when the final page is turned. After you and the characters reach the destination, you decide which parts of the journey stay. Which pieces of dialogue are going to serve as mantras or admonitions. There is a certain part of yourself that wants to live within those pages and stay there because sometimes the stories inked on the paper are more interesting than reality, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s something about placing yourself in a character’s shoes and trudging through their trials with them and then celebrating their victory. It’s rich. There’s a point where you revel in their development and nod your head at their regressions. Suddenly every part of their world is palpable. Every hum of noise, the sensation of wind whistling by, every fracture of sunlight that bounces from the pages and into your mind. Everything. Everything coalesces.

Ultimately it’s what literature is, a coalescence of our world and what we can make of it.


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I’ve written multiple drafts to explain why copepods bring me joy. That was the original idea, mainly because I’m a die-hard lover of the ocean, and the animals that live within it. For the last two years of high school, I dedicated myself to raising and researching cultures of copepods, little crustaceans that live in all types of water ecosystems. I would (and still do) inform my friends and family about copepods, probably too often than I should have. It’s true that their existence brings me joy, but I came to a realization as I was trying to explain why they brought me happiness. I realized that if copepods didn’t exist, I would be just as happy as I am now. If I didn’t spend two of my teenage years researching them, then I would just have researched a different animal to obsess over.

Then, it got me thinking, if something so important in my life and my learning experience feels replaceable, what in my life isn’t, and I came to the conclusion that there are only two things in my life that deem irreplaceable, my family and my friends. As a critic of all things lovey-dovey, it pains me to be writing something so cheesy, but the honest truth is that I would be nowhere without the love and support of the people around me.

I think of myself to be one of the luckiest gals on Earth to have parents that are always looking out for me, and friends who see me for myself, and love me for it. Without them I wouldn’t know my self worth, I wouldn’t have the thousands of laughs and smiles that my childhood is glittered with, and I wouldn’t have the constant support I feel every time life almost knocks me down. I don’t know how I got so lucky to be blessed with these people in my life, but I do know that when you find people in your life who you cherish and can’t picture yourself without, hold onto them, because nothing can replace them, not even a one eyed, planktonic, crustacean sea animal ; )


-Kathleen Verendia < 3



don’t let me down

Happy 50 years since the Beatles performed this iconic song of the roof of Apple Corps. It was their final public performance, and the concert lasted a full 42 minutes.

Watch it, and appreciate Paul at 38 seconds into the video. What a man.

In the video, there is a close-up of the police that attempted to get the band off the “stage,” but were unsuccessful. The band did nine takes of five songs: “Get Back,” (3x) “Don’t Let Me Down,” (2x) “I’ve Got a Feeling,” (2x) “One After 909,” and “Dig A Pony.”

In honor of the 50th anniversary, it was announced that footage filmed 18 months prior to the band’s break-up will be turned into a documentary directed by Peter Jackson (who also directed the Lord of the Rings trilogy & The Hobbit). 

Exciting things, people, exciting things.

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More info on the rooftop-concert here

More info on the film here

Just for kicks, a previous post I did on the Beatles: Getting Better

Thanks to Uncle Tom for sending me a bonus song of the week and reminding me to watch the video.

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There is also a scene in Across the Universe that recreates this concert, I won’t link it here because this post is about the Beatles but I highly recommend (though nothing can compare to the original). (Previous post about Across the UniverseA Movie Moment (7/28,29/17)

Bee Happy,

Sam : )

Ps. Song is “Don’t Let Me Down” by the Beatles. (lol.)

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Hardships = Happiness

by Chloe Albino


Listen to Chloe’s piece here.

Hear her voice paired with her words, transcript below.

It’s odd really. To be thankful for hard things.

Why am I thankful for

-being homesick,


-missing my family,

-missing my friends,

-the heartbreak,

-stubbing my toe,

-receiving a parking ticket,

-being in a bubble,

-the dry air,


-what ifs,

-being locked out of the dorm room?

Maybe it isn’t odd. Maybe it’s just perspective.

Because I’m thankful for:

-the beach, the sand and its sea breeze,

-recognizing the feeling of victory because I know what it feels like to lose,

-one call lasting 2 minutes or 2 hours makes the 800 mile gap feel invisible,

-realizing that cold weather, not really our thing. And that snail mail is hella exciting,

-courage. Knowing the feeling of love and courage,

-socks. Really really fuzzy socks. And that shoes protect your toes,

-the awareness to read street signs,

-a new world,

-my skin knows now it cannot survive here,

-my curious mind,

-taking a chance,

-the quiet time you have to think while waiting for someone to finally open the door for you,

Because of hardships we taste the expected, but oddly enough, the unexpected too. We learn about our breaking point, our temper, our insecurities, fears, and create a story of memories worth living and reliving. Because of hardships, the spontaneous dance parties are worth the blistering toes the following morning. That putting on those pair of fuzzy socks lessens the impact of pain as our toes slide into our shoes. And as we open the door, we step through, feeling the sharp pain course through our body.

We suck in our breath for a quick second and then release.

The pain lasts for a second. A nano second.

And then it dissipates with step two, three, and four.

But you don’t forget that pain because the evidence is still there. As you take off the fuzzy solitude, you see there is new skin. A new line of defense to protect you. Or the same old toe ready for a new spontaneous party. No matter how small, like blistering your toe, or gigantic, like trusting to love again, the hardships will be, we will be okay. We will get through the snow, the rain, the tears, the cancer, the odd reunions, the distance, the loss, and midterms. We are creatures not meant to stay in our state of despair because we are made of sterner stuff. We are creatures made of joy.

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Alright, in an attempt to be consistent (and as we all know, I struggle), I reached out to my brother to participate in this collaborative project that I successfully composed for about two weeks. Now, you see, I paid my brother to write something that could be posted. I paid him a LARGE sum of money. And as you can see, it shows.

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He’s very convoluted. And now, rich.

I am not posting this to brag about myself, I swear. I’m simply trying to be consistent here, people. I tried asking him if he wanted to write about video games, or our dog, or hanging out with his friends. Obviously I paid him too much money.

To compensate, I’ll write a few things about my brother.

  • He’s quite the ray of sunshine. He’s super nice to everyone he meets and has always had the ability to make people around him happy.
  • He’s very full of love, and only sees the best in people. (See note above, he obviously only sees the best and not the bad things ~ because Lucas is definitely more correct than Jonny is.)
  • He really likes dogs. Not much more to say here.
  • He’s definitely good for my parents, because they need a break from my sarcasm and he’s pretty bad at sarcasm so I’m sure they appreciate that. (and the fact that he doesn’t argue with them.)

There, would you call that even? I’d say so.

I’m glad that Jonny thinks I’m good sister (and not a terrible one, which is more realistic). He’s a good kid and I think we all have a few lessons to learn from him: love wholeheartedly and try to see the best in people.

Bee happy,

Sam : )

ps. Song is “‘A’ You’re Adorable” by Perry Como. It was in the show The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel on Amazon Prime and the song is good and the show is good. I recommend both.

pps. A sentiment I came across on Instagram this morning. (Doesn’t relate to this post, necessarily, but it does relate to life in general.)




Because I happen to be a trend-follower, I recorded one-second-long videos for most days of 2018. I often forgot, or didn’t do anything worth documenting on some days. Nonetheless, the video is a video and here it is. I recommend watching it with the sound on. Watch before continuing!

(It is in Google Photos, so if you are on your phone you will need the app. If you are on your computer, it should open in a new tab. I recommend double clicking the video to get the full effect)

Second A Day 2018

Now that you’ve watched a condensed version of my year, and I apologize for my obnoxious laughter in many of the videos, I will thank 2018 month-by-month for all it gave me. I will be linking various other posts I created throughout the year, feel free but not obligated to read those.


Thank you for showing me that although funerals are sad, they are also a reflection of the good in a person’s life. I attended two funerals in January, both for people I had only met a few times but were still very present in my family. My great uncle Gerry had a wonderful funeral celebrating his life. I had only seen him at a very limited number of family gatherings, but he was a beam of sunshine and it shone at his funeral. There was Irish folk music (courtesy of the good ol’ Wake the Bard) and so many flowers. My goal in death is to have a funeral as bright and lively as Uncle Gerry’s.



Thank you for making my dad the most excited he’s been in my lifetime. An Eagles victory at the Superbowl made him so unbelievably happy and he’s still thriving off of it. February taught me how much football means to him. I realized that I can use football as a way to communicate with him. I decided that once I moved away, I would use the weekly football games to stay in contact with my dad and have a common interest with him. (I stayed true to my word, as I watched every Eagles game this past season and have learned a lot about football… like that I actually enjoy watching it?!?!)



Thank you for allowing me to perform on a stage with the most confidence I’ve had in a role. Portraying Veronica’s mom was potentially my favorite part I’ve played. (It probably comes in second with the pick-a-little ladies though, because those gals were great.) Being Veronica’s mom gave me the opportunity to scream at the top of my lungs, which is definitely not something I do everyday. It was great.


March also taught me to stand up for what I believe in. I participated in making a difference by walking in the March for Our Lives. Though the march didn’t make a dent in legislation, it brought people together that have faith in our country. Seeing the littlest of children chant “The NRA has got to go” was certainly inspiring.


Thank you for letting me travel to Oregon and Colorado with my mom. This was one of my favorite parts of the year, and one of my favorite memories with my mom. Mom was diagnosed with cancer about a year before this trip — and at the time of the trip, was cancer free. Though the goal was to look at colleges, I found exploring Boulder to be the best part. We threw snowballs at each other, watched a movie directed by the one and only Wes Anderson, and talked about my mom’s life when she lived in Colorado. She told me, “It may just be me, but the sky always seemed bigger and bluer in Colorado, and that is my favorite thing about it.”




Thank you for being one of the most fun months of high school. With the Assembly Ball, George Ezra concert, Paul Simon concert, prom, a Disneyland trip, the last drama banquet, (all with my best friends!!) I couldn’t have asked for a better last full month of high school. (Thank you to my friends for being so so wonderful, I don’t know what I would do without y’all.)

My blog post on May: A Letter to May (and a little bit of June)



Thank you for allowing me to see my own potential and giving me the courage to speak in front of our senior class. Never in a million years did I see myself doing something like that, and though I am currently very tempted to put myself down in this part and tell myself that it wasn’t a big deal and that my speech probably wasn’t all that great, I’ll give myself something to be proud of for once.



Thank you to July (& Lucas & his dad) for bringing me (and the others!) to Sequoia. It became one of my favorite — and most physically EXHAUSTING — trips of my life thus far. Jeez Louise that was a lot of work. But it was so worth it. The views and the people and just the experience in general is something I’m going to treasure forever. And it was all captured on our lovely disposable camera.


I also thank July (& Kath & Kayla) for an amazing trip to Lopez Lake and San Luis Obispo. Our road trips have become a Kylan tradition, and I hope to see many more in 2019 and beyond.



Thank you for letting me take a trip to a new place with my family. Though it wasn’t Europe, New Orleans brought my family many adventures and stories to tell.

Previous blog post about New Orleans: new is new



Thank you for introducing me to my new school. Though California will always be home, Boston is such a great place to be and a lot of September was spent utilizing the warm summer air to explore the city. Abbey and I (and of course, our suitemates) spent our weekends going to the park, walking around the city, perusing museums, and eating good food. We also got Kyle Jr., our fish, and I started dog-walking.

Previous post on school beginning: Today (and other new things)



Thank you for showing me what fall really is. I got to see leaves change color and wear warm clothes.


I also got to visit Ryan in New York, which was quite the experience, being that I had never been on a train alone before. And a train to New York, nonetheless.



Thank you for my visit to Michigan.


Previous post here: travel tips

Thank you for Thanksgiving. This trip home was definitely not ideal, but it taught me a lot. I spent most of it at the hospital sitting with my mom or staying with my brother while my dad was with my mom. In order to reduce my mom’s stress when she returned home, I did the chores she would usually do on those days, and looked after my brother in a way I hadn’t before. My mom went to the hospital the day I arrived home, and I left home at the day my mom came back. For some strange reason, it felt that the whole experience was meant to happen. Not that I’m glad it did, but I may have grown up a little bit during those four days.


I am most thankful for the fact that my mom was okay.


Thank you for everything. Thank you for my first semester of college, in which I did better academically than I could ever expect. Thank you for the friends I’ve made. Thank you for the friends I’ve kept for oh so many years (I honestly cannot say enough how happy you guys make me and how grateful I am to have you). Thank you to my family for their strength and love. Thank you 2018 for all of the things you taught me and all of the opportunities I’ve grown from. I can only imagine what 2019 has in store: the good, the bad, the worse. I will try to make the most of it.




Bee Happy,

Sam : )

p.s. Song is “Roundabout” by Yes. Three reasons: 1. My uncle sends me a song a week, and did so for most of 2018, and it was the highlight of my Fridays and he sent this song at one point 2. It has become a joke within the friend group for reasons I won’t explain 3. 2018 has come roundabout and it’s time to start at the very beginning.

p.p.s. Most of this post is positive things from this year, as this blog tends to be, but trust me, I had my downs and bad days and times where I seriously doubted myself. My life isn’t all rainbows and butterflies, but I am thankful for the rainy days as much as I am for the rainbows. Enjoy the moment, my friends, I love ya.

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music and why it makes me happy

by Lucas Grenda

This is a long list (10 songs), but stay with me—here you’ll learn why I just cannot stop talking about these songs. I’m going to pick one song from each album (in no particular “favorites” order) and talk about why that song makes me happy. (1. This was so difficult 2. Every one of these albums is full of bangers to check out 3. I am not musically inclined, I just appreciate rhythmic sound.)


  1. TBH the entire album: All The Best! —Paul McCartney/PM and the Wings
This album is the epitome of happiness. Every single song (seriously) on this album is a bop—and considering they’re all written and performed by the always impressive Paul McCartney, this is no surprise.
Songs like “No More Lonely Nights” and “Listen To What The Man Said” will make you want to fall in love, while “Band on the Run” and “Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey” will have you jamming and singing at the top of your lungs. Every “tune” (as Paul would say) is lovely and radiates positive vibes. The album truly is all the best.


  1. “Is this Love” from Legend—Bob Marley and the Wailers
Is there anything better than knowing someone loves you? Friends, family, and Bob Marley (and the Wailers) all have something in common—they love you every day and every night. This hit from the very appropriately titled album Legend floods the room with the peace and love synonymous with reggae music. Other notable tracks are “Buffalo Soldier”, “Could You Be Loved”, “Jamming”, and “Satisfy My Soul.”


  1. “Pigs (There Different Ones)”(& basically the rest of the album) from Animals—Pink Floyd
This is not the most well known Floyd album, and frankly it probably isn’t even the best, but gosh dangit, is it the most compelling. Roger Waters (and some David Gilmour) wrote an awesome theatrical 41-minute jam session that sounds phenomenal and gets even cooler when you listen to the cryptic lyrics and research the albums inspirations.
Personally, nostalgia that comes with this album is enough to put a smile on my face. All five songs seem to blend together, which forces you (or gives you the privilege) to listen to the entire thing in one sitting.


  1. “Out There” from Disney’s Greatest Vol. 1—Various Artists
Arguably the best Disney ballad—let alone best SONG—to ever exist, “Out There” is about an outcast finding joy and excitement in a world where they are not able to be a part of. Quasimodo, the star of Hunchback of Notre Dame,  expresses that nothing could make him happier than spending just a single day living amongst the normal people he watches from above in the bell tower.
Tom Hulce CRUSHES the vocals, Alan Menken shows his one of his most impressive pieces ever, and the message behind the song makes it emotional, beautiful, and inspiring as all heck. Nothing can keep me from singing to this song. Nothing. Other notable tracks from this album are “I Won’t Say I’m in Love”, “Strangers Like Me”, “I Wanna Be Like You”, and (oddly enough) “Cruella De Vil.”


  1. “Stay” from beerbongs and bentleys—Post Malone
Shocker? Maybe. “It’s true…”, Post Malone’s  “Stay” from beerbongs and bentleys has got to be one of the best songs of 2018. Amongst plenty of ‘phat beats’ and rather awesome workout tracks, “Stay” is played on acoustic guitar and electric bass, accompanied with raspy yet smooth vocals. The lyrics, though containing some ‘mild language’, are generally sweet… a far cry from the filthy and braggadocious lyrics from the majority of Posty songs. With uniquely slow and “pretty” vibe to it, “Stay” stands out as the chill, relatable, car-ride-with-the-windows-down kinda song on ‘beerbongs and bentleys’. Other notable tracks from this album are “Rockstar”, “Better Now”, “Pyscho”, and “92 Explorer”.


  1. “Martha My Dear” from The White Album (The Beatles)—The Beatles
This song is such a pretty little gem on my favorite Beatles album of all time. A dainty piano combines with clunky horns to bring us a very unique tune that PERFECTLY matches the tone and subject matter of the lyrics.
Take a second to listen to the song.
Great, now that you’re back, I have to tell you that ‘Martha’ is actually Paul McCartney’s dog at the time—an English Sheepdog. Listen to the song again, really listen to the lyrics. Isn’t that SOOOO precious?? What an adorable little piece that needs WAY more appreciation than it gets. Other notable tracks on this album are “Mother Nature’s Son”, “Honey Pie”, “Blackbird”, “I Will”, and “Rocky Raccon.” (but really, all THIRTY songs on this album are great…even if some are a little weird or disturbing)


  1. “Company Man” on Flag—James Taylor 
I don’t think I can imagine anyone who would disagree that James Taylor is one of the most listenable voices in music. His sound is all his own and his lack of vibrato is untraditional but works so freaking well with his twangy tone. “Company Man” really shows his range—implementing plenty of impressive high(ish) notes and “ooo” inducing riffs, all with his signature folk rock/country/pop style. Considering how bouncy, fun, and smile/head-bob inducing the song is, you would’ve never guessed the lyrics are about Taylor dissing the business side of art (a cool message if you ask me). Other notable tracks on this album are “Sleep Come Free Me”, “B.S.U.R.”, “Rainy Day Man”, and “Johnnie Comes Back.”


  1. “They Call the Wind Mariah” on Swing Low (Sam Cooke)—Sam Cooke
Originally from the 1951 (absolute banger) musical Paint Your Wagon, “They Call the Wind Mariah” was a heavily orchestral, quite theatrical tune. It’s very good. That’s why it blows my mind how much BETTER Sam Cooke’s rendition of this classic really is.
The instant the guitar jumps  joyfully into the song you can’t help but tap a foot and bounce in your seat. Then Cooke’s instantly recognizable velvety voice carries the melody “way out west” and through this atmospheric tune.
The story, the build, and the emotion that the singer and his accompaniment put into this song make nearly 3 minutes feel like a lifetime journey. It’s so beautiful. It makes me very happy (ha). Other notable tracks on this album are “Chain Gang”, Twilight On the Trail”, “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”, and “If I Had You (I’d Be Happy).


9. “April Come She Will” from Sounds of Silence—Simon and Garfunkel

A bittersweet song by one of the strangest and most impressive musical duos of all time (I think). I first listened to this song during a time in my life where I realized that the times were going to change and I was going to have to accept that—and this song helped me accept that. It let me know that even though I was moving away from my home and my family (friends are a part of family), there will be times where we would all meet again and life would be wonderful.
Also, coincidentally, April is the same month I get out of school and will start summer vacation with the people I love. The happiest thought of all :). Other notable tracks on this album are “Leaves That Are Green”, “Kathy’s Song”, “Somewhere They Can’t Find Me+Anji”, and “A Most Peculiar Man.”


  1. “Wait For the Moment” from My First Car—Vulfpeck
What a way to top off a list of the happiest songs I could come up with. Vulfpeck’s album My First Car is a short-and-sweet, six-song long techno-funk journey that is very vibe-y and fun. But sticking out from the rest of the songs is the only one with singing—the absolute best song on the album by far—“Wait For the Moment.”
A collaboration between the band and R&B singer Antwaun Stanley is modern, funky, and possibly one of the most vocally satisfying songs from the last quarter of a century. The painfully delightful and charismatic lyrics decorating the smooth bass-line are sung beyond impressively by Stanley, easily giving listeners the chills.
What a song.

What a list.

I hope these songs make you happy, because they sure do make me happy : )


p.s. Hi there! It’s Sam. I have no happy song recommendation, because Lucas kinda took that one from me.
To comment, though, all of these songs truly are “bops” and can put anyone in a good mood, so I highly recommend giving them a listen.
Also, George Harrison passed away 17 years ago on Thursday, so I will recommend “If I Needed Someone,” a Beatles song written by Harrison.
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First time my mom played with any dog.
This gal couldn’t keep her eyes open during the boat tour (neither could I). It was such a funny memory. Neither of us actually remembers the tour because we passed out.
A king on his birthday with his queen. The happiest I’ve ever seen my grandpa.
Right before we got slaughtered!! We were stretching and I couldn’t help myself because the sunset was too good to pass up a photo. My favorite team photo…too bad I’m behind the camera.
My good friend here cannot take a nice picture to save her life (god bless her) but whenever I manage to get that one candid, genuine smile shot, I feel happy.
My favorite part of my first concert which my best friend took me to for my birthday.
La Jolla beach. Hanging by the tide pool when this guy decides to stop for a ponder. I love this pic so much. I call it “a boy and his ball against the world”. And kids just make me so happy.
In England. My mom, sister, and I were lost tourists and ended up in an empty alley with the most stunning yellow tree. I’ve never seen a tree like it and in such a secluded place too! Joys of being lost.
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It was just raining as I was waiting in the car for my mom when I decided to take a pic of the snowflakes with my phone. My phone by chance wouldn’t focus making the pic even better. Happy accidents.



p.s. Sam here. Out of the around 70 photos Kayla sent me, I chose my ten personal favorite. It was no easy feat. All 70 were most definitely worthy of being posted, but that’s a lot of photos.

Thanks to Kayla for being the first to send me what makes her happy. I appreciate her endlessly and have so much love for the gal. I hope you love her pictures as much as I do.

Bee Happy,

Sam (& Kayla)  : )

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a collaborative project preface

I have an idea.

I’m tired of talking about myself (one can only be so narcissistic), so I am going to be featuring guests.

I have reached out to a few people to make contributions to the blog. So far, I have a grand total of two. (And I am greatly appreciative to the two that I have.) I plan on talking to many more people, old friends and new friends, enemies, the whole deal.

The format of this project is uncertain — I am not sure if I am just going to post what they send without edits and/or commentary, or if I will intersperse guest posts with posts of my own? Or if I will be consistent? (I am consistently inconsistent, as I like to say.)

These contributions I am asking for are simply things that make people happy. For instance, Kayla likes to take pictures so I asked her to send me some of her favorite pictures with captions as to why they make her happy. I asked Lucas to send some of his favorite happy songs. If anyone else is willing to join and wants to submit a piece, of any length, form, or medium, PLEASE DO! About art you’ve made, fun things you’ve done, cool people you’ve met, cute stories you have, poems you’ve written: anything. I would love to incorporate people’s voices other than my own, because I’ve been talking about myself for far too long.

Please, please, reach out to me, either through the comments below or through the contact page above. Or, you can email me directly at (though it all ends up in the same place).

Anything and everything is welcome, as long as you

Bee Happy,

Sam : )

p.s. Song is “California Love” by 2Pac because I’M GOING HOME TOMORROW!!

p.p.s The heading image is unrelated to the post, I know. I didn’t know what else to use. It’s a painting by Jean Jullien – @jean_jullien on instagram (he’s really good!).