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.

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. 

Missing my flight home and “kicking the shit out of option B”

‘Tis the season peeps. I wrote this on the plane home, but then I got off the plane and there was just so! much! stuff! to! do! Gosh, I missed you, San Francisco. To make up for it, here’s a fan-fricking-tastic, nutritious, unintentionally topical song for you: Patiently Waiting – Terrace Martin And now…the time I missed my flight home: It’s 8 PM on Sunday right now, and … Continue reading Missing my flight home and “kicking the shit out of option B”

This little nugget is home from college! Thoughts on childhood.

I’m back home, writing from the same green, striped couch in my living room that I wrote all of my college essays on a year ago. When my dad picked me up from the airport, I felt like we were just driving home after a really really long day of school. The finger doodles I made on the foggy car window last winter were still there, and I added a few more smudgy … Continue reading This little nugget is home from college! Thoughts on childhood.