Why I’m afraid of the gym: A string of horror stories

One day at recess when I was in the third grade, a girl named Sydney materialized in front of me, yelled, “Think fast!” and promptly launched a soccer ball at my face and succeeded in hitting all of it.  My equally unpopular friend Andy as my witness, this happened. Coincidentally, I have been hit dead … Continue reading Why I’m afraid of the gym: A string of horror stories

We’re all gonna write tomorrow

As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop.   It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming.  Innocent, even.  Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.  … Continue reading We’re all gonna write tomorrow

Minimalism of the Mind

I have to adult for two whole months this summer: I’ve (sort of unwittingly) acquired a full-time internship.  I’m really excited; it means I get to perform undergraduate research concerning the social aspects of schizophrenia-spectrum disorders (a mouthful, I know).  I’m also taking a (boring) online class, and working on a separate project for the … Continue reading Minimalism of the Mind

My Summer Morning Routine

  The semester is over, the summer is upon us, and it’s time to adjust to a lighter schedule and sunny days!  To help every busy college-girl out, I thought I’d share my summer morning routine!  Enjoy. Wake up, check the time, and go back to sleep. This morning, I woke up at 7:04. I … Continue reading My Summer Morning Routine

I’ve about had it with positivity.

I have a theory that the most judgmental people in this world are the ones that blab on and on about spreading happiness and positivity.  While there might actually be some genuine ones, I think most of those people are stuffed full of themselves.  I mean, positivity has a time and a place, but it’s … Continue reading I’ve about had it with positivity.

This is about what the doctor said next

On the day I realized my life was a political statement, I was sitting in the dermatologist's office, a small, white-walled exam room covered in pamphlets featuring beautiful women with clear skin.  I'd sat on the same exam table a thousand times before; it's something I've been forced to do since acne colonized my face … Continue reading This is about what the doctor said next

RE: How are you still single?

Here's a little blurb I wrote about the above question regarding my fundamental lack of a relationship.  Nothing like a little feminism at 10:30 on a Saturday night.  Enjoy. I know very little about boys.  I have what one might call a track record of being single.  It’s whatever.  I spend a lot of time … Continue reading RE: How are you still single?

Write the Thing

If this is terrible, it’s not my fault.  I have a half hour before class, and it’s not enough time to write something good.  Especially because I’m in a public, loud, and crowded place, and those kinds of places are not the kinds of places I like to write in.  Or be in.  Come to … Continue reading Write the Thing