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Spike, Angel, and How it Relates to My Afterlife

If you know me, you know that when I get into a show, I get into a show. It took me about a month to get through seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the first four seasons of Angel. And that’s with school, extracurriculars, and this website. Impressive, right? But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. No, I want to talk about Hell and being agnostic, and how that relates to a very interesting conversation Angel and the recently-non-corporeal Spike have at the beginning of Angel season five. Continue reading “Spike, Angel, and How it Relates to My Afterlife”

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Wait, my brother isn’t eleven?!

Tomorrow my little brother graduates from High School. Even though I put together a college survival kit for him for Christmas and even though he and I have been making tentative spring break/thanksgiving plans together, I still haven’t really processed the fact that my little brother is graduating from high school tomorrow. Holy freaking crap.

My brother and I are 21 months apart, and we used to be really close. As evidenced by the adorable picture to the right, we got a huge kick out of wearing the same teeshirts and pretending we were twins, and that was only the beginning. Family friends Megan and David were slightly further apart in age than us, but their sibling cat fights could fill novels. I remember Vinny and I lecturing them. “Why do you guys fight so much? We never fight!” Continue reading “Wait, my brother isn’t eleven?!”

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I am a useless human being

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My first poetry slam!

My friend Matt is kind of insane. He does, like, everything, but something he’s really gotten into is poetry slams. He reads and participates in the weekly Portland Poetry Slams most Sundays, and a couple months ago decided that what our college needed was a slam poetry club. Naturally, I joined on, and last week we had our first “official” slam. Here are my performances (even though I missed two lines in the second one which I’m still upset about), and you should definitely go to our club’s YouTube channel to check out the rest of people’s stuff, because everyone was great!

“Out of Context”

“Be Plus”

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Housekeepin’ it real

This picture is completely unrelated to all but one sentence of this blog————–>

Since it’s the last week of school, I am unsurprisingly busy, and I don’t have time to make a real blog. Also, last Thursday I had a massive (but well-disguised) mental breakdown in the middle of creative nonfiction, so I’m trying to take it easy.

I don’t get this stressed. It isn’t in my nature. Sure, I have a slightly larger share of anxiety than most normal people, but I don’t get it this badly when I don’t have any significant (and recent) emotional duress. I don’t have any significant or recent emotional duress because all the guys I talk to are either gay, related to me, or very much in the friend zone. So why am I stressed? Continue reading “Housekeepin’ it real”

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Overachiever: or, I Love Psychopaths

Last week was senior projects day, the day when all Pacific seniors present their thesis projects/studies in fifteen minutes to the rest of campus, and since then I’ve been thinking a lot about my own impending thesis. Granted, it’s two years away, hence the “overachiever” title, but this is what I do with my time. Worry about not having enough of it in the future. But I bet you’re wondering about the second part of the title of this blog post, seeing as it’s arguably the more interesting section. I’m getting to that. Continue reading “Overachiever: or, I Love Psychopaths”