Cats… are wonderful. I have three of them. But they’re also… challenging: Don’t leave a stick of butter on the counter to thaw. Your cat will eat it (yes, the whole stick). Don’t leave anything on tables, or counters, or mantles, where they can be knocked off. Don’t even leave “non-breakable” things there; your cat… Read More Living With Cats 101
Finals week is over. I got a D- for the first time in my life. The worst I’ve ever gotten before was a B, and that was only once. I was actually happy about it though, because I thought I would get an F… and at my college, if you fail one class you have… Read More When You’ve Been In College Long Enough That Home Isn’t Quite Home Any More
I didn’t post yesterday. . . you may or may not (probably the latter) have noticed. It’s because finals are upon me. So, here’s what I’ve been doing instead of writing blog posts: – Falling off horses into frozen piles of horse shit. – Baking forks into frittatas. – Cutting Jalapeno peppers without gloves and… Read More More Finals Week Mishaps
In case, unlike me, you do not have 5 finals to study for, 3 papers to turn in, 1 extra credit assignment, 1 class journal to complete, and hudreds of pages of homework to read beside, you may be having a lazy Saturday. In that case, I would highly recommend you take the opportunity to enjoy… Read More 10 Favorite OLD Comedies/Rom-Coms
(3.7 minute read) I don’t have the best genes one could wish to have, and a consequence of that is chronic back pain. Shortly before college, in fact, it was so severe that some days my 18-year-old self couldn’t even get out of bed. I remember laying there, quite frequently, in misery, thinking about all… Read More Being an Outdoors-person With Chronic Pain
My back hurts, My belly hurts, I’m starving, And I’m tired. I don’t want you to touch me, But I won’t let you leave either. I’m prissy, And smart-assy, And I know, You think it’s cute. But wait another minute, And you’ll wish I was a mute. My headache, Oh my backache, Please help, call… Read More A Sarcastic Poem About Shark Week
(.8 minute read) I want to trace shapes across your hand with my fingertips. I want to throw my arms over your shoulders and gaze into your eyes. I want to make you smile.
My younger sister is brilliant. When she was 14 she finished up calculus 3. I’m almost 20 and can barely understand algebra. I do very well in school. But it takes twice the effort it takes most of my friends. It takes twice the time. It’s twice as frustrating. I’m also an INTJ, and INTJs… Read More Making Peace With Being An Artist
(1.7 minute read) Last night I was watching “My Fair Lady” with my boyfriend, and when the song “I’m Getting Married In The Morning” started, he muttered under his breath “I wish.” I’m not sure it’s possible to drop a less-subtle hint than that. The thing is however, as I’ve mentioned before, I never thought seriously… Read More Things That Make It Seem Like Marriage Might Not Be So Bad
(2 minute read) When I was a kid, I was the ultimate I’m-indestructible-life-is-always-wonderful-bring-it-on type of kid. When my family suddenly up and moved from the place I grew up, to say I was traumatized is an understatement, and suddenly, I was scared of everything. Through the years I’ve become better and better at quieting them… Read More How To Handle Life When Your Fears Try To Control You
(1.5 minute read) Because we all love to stereotype ourselves. The Phantom: Even when we do see The Phantom at social gatherings, within the blink of an eye he’ll vanish into seemingly thin air. Most of us have never actually seen him, but only hear the rumors about this straight-A student. The Black Sheep: Very daring.… Read More What Kind of Student Are You?
(2.9 minute read) I told my boyfriend that I don’t like regimen; I like a little bit of mystery, mind-reading, and unpredictability. I don’t like saying everything I’m thinking about him; let him look into my eyes and guess. I don’t like scheduling Skype dates; let me wonder if he’ll call. I don’t like sending… Read More The Sad State of 21st Century Dating: When You Can’t Recognize Real Love