I love how often my love of classic rock gets to be incorporated in my classes at Smith. . . for example, we are reading Richard II in my Shakespeare class and all I can think of is "Kings" by Steely Dan, for obvious reasons. Different plots, but still, it tickles me to hear Donald Fagen's voice in my ear everytime I pick up and attempt to read my ( Read more... )

I accidentally looked at my grades on an official document I need to fill out in order to graduate. They are, as one would say, pretty solid. This fact is even more remarkable when one considers the fact that I was wholly unprepared for the madness that was finals week yet took the exams anyway ( Read more... )

This is the beginning of my last semester as an undergrad. And yet I can still remember high school and my Bryant days so vividly- where does the time go?

As Ben Fong-Torres would say in Almost Famous, "Crazy. Crazy."

Time for a body overhaul. Maybe it's Kaitlyn's newfound and infectious dream to be a personal trainer, maybe it's the fact that I get winded going up Bedford Terrace, maybe it's the sluggish feeling I get after I eat an admittedly delicious but ultimately horrible meal at Chase/Duckett, maybe it's a million other things. . . but it's time to stop ( Read more... )

"Look fantastic in a suit. Look fantastic in casual wear. Look fantastic in anything. Sound good. Smell good. Kiss good. Strut around with supreme confidence. Be uncannily successful at your job. Blow people away every time you say anything. Take six-hour lunches. Disappear for weeks at a time. Lie to everyone about everything. Drink and smoke ( Read more... )

I'm perfectly happy and content when I'm painting. Why don't I do it more often then?!

The obligatory survey I do every year. . . here comes 2009 ( Read more... )

Gawd. It's 2010 already. I've been thinking about this year a lot. I'm going to graduate from Smith and ostensibly find a way to procure funds to sustain my way of life. I really hope Rush puts out a new album and tours. . . I need to start saving up for the primo seats because I'm afraid I've acquired a taste for the third row and up seats. Oh ( Read more... )

Amazing how some songs can always transport you to one time and place regardless of when you listen to them. In this case, "Moonlight Mile" by the Rolling Stones will always remind me of crying myself to sleep during a campout on the Westbrooks' property when I was 16, in the summer of 2004. That summer was a rough one. I, to put it delicately, did ( Read more... )

New idea: the Awesome Initiative, wherein I make everything in my life awesome. If it can't be transformed into a thing of reeking of greatness, I shall cast it out of my realm of being. What I do, what I create, what I eat, what I drink, what I wear, etc. shall be AWESOME. No exceptions. Of course, this is an extremely subjective term because, ( Read more... )