January 2009
4 posts
New Year's Eve
I am sick. If I wake up illness-free tomorrow morning, I will have loved it. Because what it forced me to do is sit back and, however uncomfortably, examine my life, what I do with my time, how I take care of myself, and whom it is that I love. Strep/weird unrelated dental problems involving a piece of bone emerging from my wisdom tooth removal site have had this profound effect because...
December 2008
21 posts
FAIL BLOG. →
I spend too much time on this website.
Old Journal Entry
There will be lots of these to come… I’m reading through my journals (I have kept one since I was around six) over vacation.
July 15, 2002
“I am 12 going on 16, both in appearance and state of mind. I’m weird and intellectual and somewhat of a fashionista mixed with a bookworm.
I have no ‘label.’ I could be popular, but I don’t know any popular...
"Uniquely human" component of language found in... →
So, I’m sitting on my bed at home, on the phone with my best friends who are still in Boston but as close as ever to my heart, reading interesting articles on the internet. This is just the begininng. Winter Break, I love thee.
“Catfish are the worst things in America!”
– Callie Feingold
A Memory
I am six and jumping on my parents bed. I have a doll, it is hard and made of cloth and wearing blue, and I hold it by the arm. I go downstairs because we’re going to visit my grandparents; the rhododendrons outside the front door are in full bloom and they look jewels. I step onto the path and am struck, completely struck, with the fact that I am a human being, a person, an organism,...
Validation Movie from SCC - Brightcove →
click this link, bitches.
I just realized that on 12/12/12 I’ll be a senior, most likely freaking out about my thesis. I really need to savor the fact that it’s only 12/12/08.
I really miss Killingworth, namely: sitting on the living room floor and petting Kinya, my absolutely giant bed, my guitar and piano, Katelyn’s basement, Osaka, my car, pointless walks up and down Chittenden Road and (potentially)...
WHAT IF I just dropped out of college and worked on a novel and worked full time in a coffee shop or something and joined a band?
I don’t really know what I’m complaining about, I love this life: no class, waking up, going to breakfast, working on papers (I’m writing about Sandra Bartky, breast implants, the Panopticon, stereotypes, the fashion-beauty complex and feminism; the...
Waltz #2 (Xo)
I came to a quasi-realization this afternoon that joining organizations that purport to do good for the world is stupid. I would never feel like I was accomplishing anything of real merit, perhaps with the exception of making a neat looking poster or getting people to come to an event I organized. I’m in college for selfish reasons, and I refuse to pretend otherwise. I want to become a...
I like this song, you can listen to it.
