So a few weeks ago, when I wrote Flummoxed, as a lot of you probably guessed, much of that story was true. That’s kind of what it’s like up in my head. I’m constantly realizing how socially inept I really am and, thus, constantly looking for ways to get out of social interactions. Sometimes, I swear this is true, I plan my bathroom use schedule around the times I know the least amount of people will be around. But that’s not what I want to talk about today. I want to talk about something else that I mentioned in Flummoxed that happens to be based on real life. The whole “being asked out” thing. Continue reading “Boys are cowards and other musings” →

I’m becoming unrecognizable to myself. What the hell is going on.

Not that anything went on. I’m not that unrecognizable. But still… geez. Continue reading “Two Boys, One Night” →

This video doesn’t make any sense. I was out of my mind with sleep deprivation. Enjoy.

Me. Duh.

So I’m at the Portland Airport right now at exactly 5:04 AM, waiting for my TheseFolk video to upload and for my flight to Salt Lake City to board. I’m sipping a peanut butter shake (I thought it would be more breakfasty, but no, it’s a chocolate-peanut butter milkshake) with the taste of coffee cake and milk still on the back of my pallet. Families file in and out of the waiting area, desperately trying to find something healthy to grab for breakfast.

A printer sounds behind me, but everything else is silent. It’s too early for rousing conversation, and there are few to none young children around to complain about the early hour and the long waits.

I continue sitting, with my knee high green socks and my beat up, fully-stickered laptop across my folded legs, and breath it in. I kind of like airports, I realize. I mean, I’ve spent enough time in them lately. I like how straightforward it is to get around. I like the abundance of coffee shops.