Whenever I’m asked the question of what sort of things interest me, I’m likely to pause, reflect, and respond brilliantly with “Uh, I dunno… Stuff?”, which runs the risk of turning me into a former prospective intellectual peer of the asker. The most readily available excuse for my brain constipation is that all my thoughts are bottlenecking and ( Read more... )

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, this year a veritable deluge of frozen precipitation has been graciously given to us New Englanders by the mighty meteorological powers that be. This generous gift has been received with welcoming, salted driveways, and our shovels runneth over. Though we trudge and toil, plow, blow, and scrape, I have ( Read more... )

I don’t think I’ve ever been a person to have the most healthy or normal reactions to significant changes in my life. I shied from the responsibility of being 4 years old by requesting to have an un-birthday, I vandalized bits of my new house after moving out of the apartment my family had lived in for a few years, I’ve repeatedly punched the tile ( Read more... )

In my previous placeholder post, I mentioned that we had made a snowman. It was a sweet pirate snowman which we toiled over for quite some time. The next morning we looked forward to viewing our masterpiece in the glow of the morning sun, but instead of welling with pride, we were filled with rage.

Some asshole brutally wrecked our snowman.

When I first arrived at the idea for this post, I pitched it to a person I knew would appreciate both its brilliance and bizarreness: my brother. After laying down my thesis, he paused, smirked, and asked me- and I’m paraphrasing what he said- how the hell did I come up with that? Well I didn’t have answer for him then, and I still don’t have one. ( Read more... )

In a book I recently read, I came across a very interesting quote. It said that “every attempt to persuade people that something is good (or bad) in itself, and not merely in its effects, depends upon the art of rousing feelings, not upon an appeal to evidence ( Read more... )

The plan for last night was for me and my friend to drive to Boston, find the theater where the concert would be, park nearby, walk to the theater, enjoy the show, walk back, drive home.

Wanna see how it all fell apart?

Every year, New England goes up in flames. Trees and the grass beneath them smolder with leaves every vibrant shade you learned in art class to call a “warm” color. Boiling maroons, melting oranges, electrifying yellows. Even rooftops and seldom-moved cars are temporarily caught in the autumn conflagration.

I'm taking this creative writing class at the moment. It's a pretty neat class, especially given my interest in writing and all that. So far, it's been a great springboard to help me with techniques that would have otherwise stayed un-honed and I'm enjoying the experience overall.
For next Tuesday, I have due a five to seven page fiction piece on ( Read more... )

I'm pregnant