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
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.
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?
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
“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
You know it’s your twentieth birthday when you wake up and look in the mirror and think, yep. This is the best it’s gonna get. Ten years ago, I was a greasy, acne riddled ten year old who’s only possible trajectory was up. Whatever. At least next year I can buy booze. I feel like … Continue reading Next Year I Can Buy Booze
Dear small me, I generally avoid giving advice – I usually manage to spill coffee on myself on a weekly basis, and sometimes I forget to look before I cross the street. But I’ve made it this far, and, seeing as I’m about to turn twenty, I’m going to give you, young me, some advice … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Younger Self
The other day, I went to a party. Okay, you got me, a small gathering of like ten people. And there were a few new people there, much to my displeasure, (I mean pleasure) and the host took it upon himself to introduce everyone. He rattled off names and token fixtures of each guest’s … Continue reading The Old Lady that Lives in my Brain