His compliments prompted skepticism. I was flattered, don’t get me wrong, but I was also trained. I was trained to think that all boys have villainous, manipulative attentions, and will stop at nothing to deflower a virgin. I was trained to snip all teenage girl longings at the bud so as not to succumb to phony temptation. Dating him was a bad idea ( Read more... )

Well, it’s official: I’m smart. Or rather, I feel smart. Ever since Middle College my intelligence self-esteem has sky rocketed, almost to the point where I’ve begun downplaying my brains. I’ll sort of try to sound a little less articulate, or sort of stop being so on top of my homework, or not study quite so hard for a quiz, or sort of stop being ( Read more... )

My neighbors are undeniably American. Directly behind me lives a man named John. John is a divorced, middle-aged alcoholic with two sons and a gas-guzzling SUV. He has an apartment-basement which he rents out to a life-sized Barbie doll named Jeannine. Jeannine is raising two young girls with southern accents who will inevitably develop eating ( Read more... )

One day my purse fell off my bed. Inside of the purse there was a poptart, which had been opened and half-eaten and unceremoniously wrapped back in its package. It was now a pile of crumbs on my bedroom floor. There it sat for months ( Read more... )

Thus far, I have found dating to be ominously disappointing. I suppose this was inevitable. I always expect too much of reality. I always assume that things are going to be complex and riveting when in actuality they are simple and predictable ( Read more... )

I am officially bored with life. Something tragic, dramatic, or significant needs to happen to me within the next few days, otherwise I'm running away to...somewhere. Ugh. UGH. UGH. Ugh. I'm at violin camp.

I tried writing about Europe. I tried writing about Vogue. I tried writing about gardening. I tried writing about writing. I have to stop trying so hard.

Well. The Anti-Christ didn't show.

It seems that all they ever do is clean. For some reason keeping up with the dishes and the laundry is of the utmost importance…possibly purely because that was what they were told by their mothers. It seems that the coveted motherly advice can be traced all the way back to Eve herself. Eve, who, according to the bible, is responsible for cursing ( Read more... )

My gut is depressed. Probably because it feels ignored. I don’t trust it, and so it’s stopped trusting itself. You know there’s a problem when your GUT doesn’t trust its gut.