The Cocteau Twins always make me sad. On finding boys to love.

Dear you, Some of this is real, some of it’s made-up, but the essence of it is my right-now truth. Claire said that finding the meaning to love is basically the missing link to world peace and eternal tranquility, so I can’t go as far as to say that’s what’s happened here. But I remember Camille Paglia (who in most contexts is batshit crazy, but I can … Continue reading The Cocteau Twins always make me sad. On finding boys to love.

Sherpa Boondoggle Mosey. Gee whiz. Flapjacks. (re: a thought i had while in college, therefore a post that pertains to the college experience)

It’s 3AM. I’m super duper sober. I could sleep but I don’t really want to. For various reasons actually. I decided that I’d post once a week on this blog over the break. So that’s on my mind. And I just watched Hang the DJ (Black Mirror, Season 4, off a Netflix account that isn’t mine but is hogged as if it were) and my … Continue reading Sherpa Boondoggle Mosey. Gee whiz. Flapjacks. (re: a thought i had while in college, therefore a post that pertains to the college experience)

Surprise! I’m not dead! A really, obscenely long thought on sophomore year and doing things.

Guess how many people have decided that this blog is D.E.A.D. A lot. Like a lot a lot. Just because Zoe is a pal who tells me when things are dead so I can properly resuscitate, here’s a pic of the birthday cake I got her, with a knife through it because it obviously looks better that way. HBD! It all started this summer actually. … Continue reading Surprise! I’m not dead! A really, obscenely long thought on sophomore year and doing things.

What it’s like to go to a career fair

This is what it’s like to go to a career fair. I know this because I went to one today. Though I printed five resumes, gave two, and then decided that I might not be cut out for this networking thing, I did come up with a long stream of thoughts while waiting in line (what line? Stay tuned). There are lots of animal metaphors … Continue reading What it’s like to go to a career fair

On writing and fast cars and growin’ up. The purpose of freshman year, part 2. 

Opening a blank word document is always so freaking intimidating. Geez. Dear everyone who has followed the past year of my life, I’m writing from the wing of a 737, and nobody is in the middle seat so that’s like seven years of good luck. I never get anything done on airplanes because I always fall asleep, but I just took a nap and am ready to … Continue reading On writing and fast cars and growin’ up. The purpose of freshman year, part 2.