I Like It Like That.

"Call a taxi, pack the backseat.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

If you're with me,

let me hear you say..."

-Hot Chelle Rae.

It's been a long time coming for a new Friday Five. And um, hello. I never analyzed the MET Gala. Important stuff right here. 

Best looks of the night:

WE ARE NOT WORTHY. WE ARE NOT WORTHY. Blake Lively looking more perfect than ever (um, when is she not?!) in this sparkling champagne Gucci Premiere gown. Bowing down to the modern old Hollywood glamour girl.

Wise and beautiful beyond her years, that's for sure. Hailee Steinfeld never ceases to impress me with her impeccable red carpet styles. And this black-and-white hourglass number by Prabal Gurung is no different. Maturity looks best on her.

This, right here, is what the MET Gala is all about. I don't care what theme it is and I don't care what season we're in; Karolina Kurkova made me fall back in love with Marchesa all over again in this navy floral dress. Origami angles and structured sections rule this red carpet.

No wonder David Beckham married her! Posh spices up the event, looking white-hot in her own piece. Never underestimate a Beckham and their gorgeousness. They will completely trump everyone ever in the history of everything. Promise.

No wonder why she was chosen as the co-host with Anna Wintour herself. SJP rocked the class Oscar de la Renta gown with glamorous gloves and a full bodice skirt to boot. Feeling like Carrie Bradshaw is truly her spirit animal in this moment...

Hanging On.

"You know we can get away

because I'm calling your name."

-Ellie Goulding.

I'm in a music rut. In my opinion, that's the worst kind of pit you can find yourself in. I love the music I put on repeat but it's time to break away and regroup with some new classics. Over the past year, I have come to be obsessed with how cool Ellie Goulding is. She's not your typical pretty and she's not your average voice. She just has this sick vibe to her that I cannot help but get hooked on to.

Basically, I just want to be Ellie Goulding. Plain and simple. Cause she's pretty rad.

Helluva Life.

"And pennies make dimes

and dimes make dollars

and dollars buy gas

and long-neck bottles."

-Frankie Ballard.

So many people get to live the dream. But as I drove to the beach today, I couldn't help but think I'm stuck in that stereotypical phrase. And it feels SOOOO good.

I mean, let's be honest. How many people would give anything to drive north on PCH in 95-degree weather with the windows rolled down and the radio cranked up? To step over people's boundaries, a lot would totally kill for that. I promise you. There is nothing like the sparkle across the deep blue Pacific Ocean with the smell of summer in the air.

I'm one lucky kid, I'll tell you that.

Super Rich Kids.

"Super rich kids 

with nothing but loose ends.

Super rich kids

with nothing but fake friends."

-Frank Ocean.

I blame Nikki for this addiction. She did this to me and she deserves to be called out for ruining me with this song.

Too dope.

Here's the Tune Tuesday that's been a long time coming. After listening to this slow rap for the hundredth time, it deserves a shoutout. Thanks, Frank Ocean. And Nikki, I'll get you back with some One Direction. Challenge accepted.

Hey Mama.

"Hey lady,

don't say maybe.

You're the one

that I can believe."

-Mat Kearney.

Here's to all the moms. The ones who give us life from the very start. The ones that wipe our snotty noses and clean up our messes. The ones that talk to us from babbling to heart-to-hearts. The ones that make us smile wider and act brighter. 

Our biggest fans. Our secret keepers. Our enthusiastic coaches. Our greatest teachers.

And to my Lady, you are my best friend. Forever and ever.

(Don't say the maybe.)

West Coast.

"Down on the West Coast,

they got a saying.

If you're not drinking,

then you're not playing."

-Lana Del Rey.

Prom is the one time where everyone looks pretty. From boys in bowties to girls in gowns, the elegance is spread for all to explore. Although the best night of my life is now just a memory of my past, I vicariously lived through some of the bests to experience that feeling all over again. And might I add, I was quite jealous throughout their backyard photoshoot. 

It's very, very weird to think that was me a whole two years ago. Sure, it sounds short. But as I watched those high schoolers figure out poses and boutonnieres, I couldn't really imagine being there. Being them, matter of fact. I guess you could say I'm mature...but it's really the idea that my time has gone and these moments are for the ones who haven't yet left the glory days of passing periods and lunchtime rallies.

Side note: I feel like every post I write on here now is either sentimental or mature. That will be fixed in the next few days. Promise.

Fancy.

"Trash the hotel.

Let's get drunk on the mini bar."

-Iggy Azalea.

Long time, no see. But don't you worry about my short-lived abandonment. Summer just swept me off my feet and I was falling back in love with my life again. No big deal.

For the past two weeks about, I have spent my days with packed scheduled filled with endless car drives and countless sing-a-longs. 

I traveled over 2000 miles with one of my best friends. We danced. We sang. We laughed. We talked. We gossiped. We ate. We shopped. We tanned. We slept. We dreamed.

Together, we made the best of overly burnt skin and empty bank accounts. We indulged on extreme calories from cake and steak and Starbucks galore. We were famous (ahem) in a small town. 

The Southern belle and the California girl pretended we were Rodeo Drive worthy and sipped on margaritas (virgin, might I add) poolside. We were waking up in Vegas and looking to the right to see the Hollywood sign. We drove through Oklahoma where the wind blows, sweeping down the plain. We went walking in Memphis...well, to our hotel room in Memphis I should say. 

But after too much Frank Ocean and too little Gossip Girl marathons, Nikki has made her way back to Nashville. Leaving me here, alone, to reminisce on what the summer has already brought to me.

And after kicking into my favorite season, along with the new decade of my life (WATCH OUT TWENTIES), I can safely say everything started with a bang. 

I can't wait to see what's in store. In a week, in three months, in six years. 

I'm so down.