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
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 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.
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
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?
She looked at the room with tired eyes – the kind that felt worn out, like maybe there were just lumps of coal in the sockets where her eyes were supposed to be – and she wondered. She did it lazily, because the blood in her veins and arteries was thick like maple syrup, and … Continue reading Ransacked and Lived in
I always wondered what it was like, before I was born. I suppose I couldn’t see or feel anything. But I can’t imagine a lack of vision and feeling. When you’re human, all you do is see and feel. Geometric figures dance when you shut your eyes in the dark, in colors both vibrant and … Continue reading anthropomorphism
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
There are a great many overgeneralized statements about writing. We talk about shitty rough drafts (thanks Anne Lamott), we argue over dialogue tags (I’m a proponent of asked and said and pretty much nothing else), we bitch over the use of the Oxford comma (Vampire Weekend even wrote a song about that one), and we … Continue reading On the hardest part of writing
“How the hell are you supposed to fall asleep when the world is bursting with life in the shadows, teeming with mystery in the darkness?” -A very likely over-caffeinated me at 2 AM on some random weeknight last October From: The Notes App on my Phone Everyone writes about writer’s block. We cry the woes … Continue reading Writer’s Paralysis