Walking around Baltimore, you'll see a lot of "BELIEVE" signs hanging about nonchalantly on trashcans, abandoned buildings, homeless people and so forth, ostensibly to promote the idea that if all the denizens of this city were to squeeze their eyes shut and wish really hard, all their problems will vanish. From what I hear, the previous campaign ( Read more... )

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My bed is a loft that one of the former brothers had built for himself. It's more than ten feet tall, and I'm an ass-in-the-air, let-the-limbs-fall-where-they-may sort of sleeper. The good news is, he's also built a rickety ladder to go with it. The only thing missing is my phenomenal lack of coordination that can only be described as God's ( Read more... )

There was a time when I hated my culture. Welcome to the world of an American Born Korean ( Read more... )

It was the unholiest of alliances, the breach of all that is pure and good--but it had to be made.

Higher education, sure. No one ever tells you about the darker half. No one ever. They show you glamorous brochures, sprawling libraries, an architect's wet dream sitting there in wait just for you. Through the glitter and sparkling pizazz of rare ( Read more... )

There's nothing shameful about journaling, I don't think.

But try making sounds that even vaguely resemble "el-jay" at a party. You may as well have announced to the room that you spend your nights snuggled in the comforting silicon embrace of your Jessica Simpson blow-up doll while making sweet synthetic love to "Light my Fire." AND that you ( Read more... )

What do you suppose Sleep looks like ( Read more... )

I sat alone on my bed with my laptop cradled on my knees, reading through the last of my friends page while cursing the fates that had earlier stolen every last scrap of creativity from my brain, which was, as always, far too willing to roll over and take it. Then I looked over to see a rather scruffy young girl perched ever so obnoxiously at the ( Read more... )

I've always lamented my tragic lack of culinary skills. It's a fact that makes the end result of cooking for myself almost unbearably agonizing to ingest. In my time, I've managed to screw up the most basic of food preparations.

I've burned eggs, overcooked ramen noodles, and dear god, left the electric burner on after cooking a whole pot's worth ( Read more... )

Now, LJ, I love you dearly. Livejournal, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Live. Jour. Nal ( Read more... )