If I've learned one thing about relationships in the past five years, it's this: life is too short to spend your time with anyone who makes you unhappy more than five percent of the time.

These are going to look like the drunken Friday night pictures of Every College Girl Ever, and in a sense, I guess they are. The story behind it is that I've had an insanely rough two weeks leading up to spring break -- I've been crying all over the place, starving myself, having a tough time resisting some seriously self-destructive behaviors -- ( Read more... )

Sometimes when Laura and I are sad, this is what we do:

Heather: that's depressing.
Heather: let's talk about kittens!
Laura: kittens wearing raincoats and galoshes.
Heather: awww
Heather: sometimes when i'm depressed i search for pictures of baby animals on google
Heather: baby rhinos cuddling!
Laura: baby seals with their mothers!
Heather: baby ( Read more... )

A counterpoint to this: I had the week from hell, failed midterms, not eating, so much work piling up, no sleep. I thought I was going to get a mini-vacation on Friday night, going to see Kevin Devine, Brand New and Girl Talk in Milwaukee with two of my friends -- but then the girl who was supposed to cover my shift wasn't able to, and I ended up ( Read more... )

Girl Talk tickets sold out in less than a day, and none of my friends got them. Last summer, the hipsters and I were the only ones to love him (oh, and eventually the legions of my friends that I converted to Night Ripper love by playing "Bounce That" and "Smash Your Head" in my car over and over again all July and August). Somehow, in the last ( Read more... )

At the beginning of the year I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "I need to lose about twenty pounds." Twenty pounds would put me solidly at the low-middle of my healthy weight range instead of nearing the top. It would put me at my sophomore year of college weight. It would be verging on thin, but not sick-skinny. Twenty pounds would be ( Read more... )

I decided to go big or go home with my brackets this year, so I picked Gonzaga to go to the Final Four.

Tuesday was one of those days where I had a million and one things to do on two hours of sleep and, at 3:30 PM I was in the Madison Review office with Alap, still having not eaten lunch. Or breakfast, for that matter. Instead I was going over whether or not the history exam I'd just taken had gone all right, trying to rehearse the presentation for ( Read more... )

We're all half-asleep in our wooden seats, crammed into the too-small lecture hall in the basement of Humanities. Professor Yandell is droning about Hume and internalism versus externalism and other things I'm still too asleep to understand. I'm scanning my planner and trying to figure out if I'll enter the Creative Writing Department's fiction ( Read more... )

Whenever there's something important I'm not writing about, it's usually because it stresses me out too much to talk about. And, well, right now? Everything is stressing me out too much to talk about. The two metaphors I've used most often to characterize the last month of my life are ( Read more... )