The decade has changed us. We ride the subway like zombies, staring into space while our earplugs sing us songs we know by heart. Back home, back online, we flip through the avatars of people we have not seen in years, if ever. In text messages, in status updates, we pretend to be profound, represent our emptiness as brevity and wit, all of us ( Read more... )

Where the hell am I? And why don't I care ( Read more... )

Often I find people annoyed with my spontaneity. No one ever wants to get up and go somewhere awesome at the drop of a hat, no one ever wants to do something crazy just because we can, and no one ever wants to go on adventures unless they are planned a week in advance ( Read more... )

At some point this week, my credit card fell out of my pocket. I didn't even know I lost it until yesterday when some guy messaged me on Facebook telling me he had it. I can't believe he returned it to me instead of going on a shopping spree... Then again, he did hang around awkwardly for a while and tried to ask me what I was doing later, and when ( Read more... )

When I was in high school, someone from the yearbook came up and asked me if I would still be friends with my high school friends when I leave. My response was something along the lines of "I'll probably only be friends with four or so people, because they're the only ones I'll make an effort to keep in touch with." But as it turns out, I rarely ( Read more... )

I didn't submit this secret, but I may as well have.


( Read more... )

Breaking open my new 24-pack of Cup Noodles and reading a magazine. Ahhh, the luxuries of dorm life...

One of these days I swear I'll write about how my life has gone uphill since I graduated from high school. But for now, this is Megan signing off...

I'm drunk and alone. Life just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

That concludes this week's installment of How My Life Has Gone Downhill Since I've Graduated High School.

I drank some coffee around 8 or 9, so unfortunately I'll be up pretty late tonight. I've been cramming for finals this entire weekend. On Saturday, I had a 6 hour streak (I didn't even bathroom break), went to dinner, and then had another 3 hour streak. Needless to say, I burned myself out and retained virtually no information. Good times ( Read more... )

My amount of friends is directly proportional to my ability to keep my mouth shut.