I hate being a character. I think that if I gathered up every text message I’ve ever sent out and put them through the same machine Childish Gambino used to find his own name, then I could finally be a writer. Continue reading Body, a short story.
EDIT 09/16/18: There’s a better version of this story. Click here to read it. 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. … Continue reading The Cocteau Twins always make me sad. On finding boys to love.
Olivia and I are dear pals and the moment I’ve been waiting for is finally here, a guest post! Olivia’s a sophomore at UC Berkeley, and last semester she wrote a series of super duper thought-provoking columns for Berkeley’s The Daily Californian Arts section. They were funny and heartfelt and filled with all of her favorite artists and movies and singers, new friends and old hurts. … Continue reading Chicken and egg. A guest column about going to college close to home by my spunky friend Olivia.
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)
A collection of mostly embarrassing pictures from my sophomore fall at Duke Continue reading My sophomore fall semester in pictures
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.
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
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.