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…with my new notebook! Today, after a snarky note from my friend Kelly on its final page, I retired my most recent moleskine that I began writing in on April 16th of last year. I love starting a new moleskine, because it’s fun seeing how far I’ve come and how much I’ve done. My moleskine, as most of you know, is my life. I keep journal entries, class notes, color-coded To-Do lists, poetry snippets, fiction excerpts, and more in it, and if I ever lost it I would go into full-blown panic mode. I am actually so attached to my moleskine that last semester, when my creative nonfiction professor had to take it to check off that I’d been writing in it and I was going through a particularly tumultuous time in my life, I actually started writing in the new journal ahead of schedule. Continue reading “Starting Fresh” →

Forgive my appearance- it’s late and I am tired.

I had this whole blog post about individuality as a commodity and the book Fight Club planned and it was going to be super thought-provoking and whatnot. Then I ended up not having any free time until now, 8pm, and decided that I am too tired to make you think. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Continue reading “Leek Lasagna” →

Disclaimer for potential employers: The only reason I can film videos at work is because occasionally there is no one for me to tutor. I do actual work the other 95% of the time. I promise. 😀

Or, alternatively, Since When Have Social Lives Been So Time Consuming? I know that one of my new years resolutions was to be better about posting blogs and videos (for God’s sake, I posted once a day for a year and then posted three-four times a week for a year and a half after THAT), but I honestly did not calculate the amount of time having a social life consumes. Yeah, I know, right? Apparently you’re supposed to, like, spend considerable amounts of time with your boyfriend that you might have otherwise used to blog or make a video. Weird. Continue reading “Having A Social Life Is Really Getting In The Way Of My Online Presence” →

Warning: Alcohol

… about a person by their books. Quinn, for example, has stacks and stacks of history anthologies and classic literature mingling with his full Harry Potter collection. Dion has a lot of Austrian Economics and political texts. My freshman year roommate didn’t have any.

I’ve been feeling really guilty about not blogging substantially lately, so I thought I would take your through my personal library, at least what I have with my at college. It was really difficult to decide which books I wanted to keep with me year-round, because if you know me at all you know that I have a bookcase at home that is double-stacked and two other shelves in my closet, also double-stacked. And they aren’t for looks- I really do read most of them more than once, depending on my mood. So the decision to take only a couple to school with me was a harrowing one, but a challenge I rose to nonetheless. Continue reading “You Can Tell A Lot…” →

…because I’m filming a birthday “day in the life” video tomorrow with FOOTAGE from today. Maybe I’ll post a quickie iPhone video later, just to tide you over (because I now how you’ve been waiting for a new video with bated breath, especially after I skipped last week), but just know, THERE WILL BE A NEW VIDEO TOMORROW! And it will be GREAT! OK! GOODBYE!

Cue apology about not posting on Friday and excuse about speech/being on the road for over 5 hours. Whatever. Moving on. I am sick. Or at least I am getting sick. My throat feels all funny and my nose is running and now I’m pissed because I do not want to be sick. I have a boyfriend and a full class schedule and a poetry slam to host.

Speaking of poetry, today Matt and I stood like idiots in the UC with a hastily made iPad document reading “push button for poetry” and then read poems to various students when they “pushed” the button. It actually went really well; we performed about six total poems and informed tons of people about our slam tonight. Matt got a girl’s number, I called my RA a gay lumberjack, Matt’s voice rang throughout the entire building, and a dude called my poem “incredible.” Continue reading “Blech.” →