Sometimes you'll overhear a couple of meatheads talking in the Weldon elevator on the way from the ground floor up to the fifth complaining about they're "totally gonna flunk out, man" or you'll involuntarily eavesdrop on two girls in matching Lululemon hoodies discussing a recent psych exam that "really raped them" or you'll see a person heading ( Read more... )

I'm awake and lit up by computer screen blues & whites at two-thirty in the morning because I had a substantial nap this afternoon, because I only had a few hours of sleep the night before, because midterms and assignments and the tangled web of graduate school applications have started to bleed into every moment of my life, because I'm not very ( Read more... )

It feels like I'm running out of time ( Read more... )

In the summer after grade six but before grade seven, I kept myself entertained by ordering J Crew catalogs in the mail and then glue-sticking pictures of monkey heads (snipped from my basement's stack of ancient Owl magazines) onto the bodies of the v-neck-sweater-wearing models. Eventually, I ventured into new territory: flying squirrels dotting ( Read more... )

I almost lost my bubbi today.
That's bubbi, not bubbe. (I don't have one of the latter. I've got a chatty 5-foot-nothing British grandma who loves to give me 8am wake-up calls on Saturday mornings and point out the times when I'm looking "a little plump" and refuses to admit her real age. I love her desperately. I love you, Ivy Kellam.)

But back to ( Read more... )

• At work, all through my shifts, I constantly get chewed out by my supervisors for choosing to read books alone rather than socializing with others. The mail volume has been light so far: most of the hours of my day are spent sitting bored at a desk with absolutely nothing to do. My coworkers wander around the building and schmooze, chatting about ( Read more... )

Today I spent 6 1/2 hours straight trying to study a year's worth of notes for modern drama, and barely made a dent. I made it to the middle of November, struggled my way through the last bits of Ibsen, and practically collapsed. As if on cue, my ipod died. I was trapped in a building full of Lululemon sweatpants and obnoxious shouting frat boys ( Read more... )

I think I lost touch with living today. (Yeah, makes sense?) I slept until noon; I pumped myself full of coffee; I ran out of enough energy to go running post-class; I took a nearly two hour nap before dinner; and now I'm bottoming out again, soon to find myself back in bed ( Read more... )

Over the last few weeks I've spent a lot of time attempting to decide what I should do this summer: stay in London, find a job, take a course, or come home, take back my old job (hell) or find a new one, decide decide decide. Each option has a bunch of pros attached to it and an equal number of cons. I've really gotten nowhere so far. I'm still ( Read more... )

I'm really stupid sometimes. I always mess up my priorities ( Read more... )