When I wasn’t bouncing around between classes, I was working. I managed to creep myself out by researching some spooky ghost stories for the Chicago’s Most Haunted guide I wrote. Seriously, having a school right next store to a haunted landmark is no fun. I found out that in addition to the 8-page lab report
I really dislike coming off the high of a great weekend. Sunday evening really seems to yank me out of the utopian bubble I’ve been floating in. I felt like I was scrambling all afternoon to get things done that weren’t even on my to-do list. It was one distraction after another. Even this blog
I failed at my attempt to work on a Friday night. I needed to begin packing since I’m moving in exactly one week. I managed to get a couple more boxes filled. I’m the type of person who hates seeing her home messy. Having an unorganized room freaks me the eff out. Typically I wait
In my 24 years of life I’ve managed to acquire a plethora of knowledge and smarts. I realized recently that I’ve been too selfish with my smarts. I’ve been hoarding them and not sharing any of them with you. Today that all changes. You might want to sit down because I’m about to share some
– I sing along with Dashboard Confessional, Tom Petty and Frou Frou in the car. – I have a big fear of toilets. I put toilet paper down on the seats in my own house! Knowing that someone other than myself is using them creeps me out. Occasionally I’m afraid that I will open the
We were sitting around the kitchen table when I snapped this little gem. That would be my grandma drinking wine out of a sippy cup with a crazy straw. It’s not every night that we (mom, me, aunt and grandma) gather around the kitchen table to reminisce about childhood nicknames, unremarkable bladders and jejunums. Today
I think the last three weeks of school have gone from good to bad really fast. I feel like I’m working so hard to keep my head above water, but at the end of the week I’m four feet deeper than where I started. My schedule isn’t ideal. Having Chemistry, Math and Biology every day
Sometimes unexpected communication can spark unexpected thoughts. This weekend I found myself thinking back to where I was a year ago. I was saying goodbye to him and Boston a year ago, only to say hello again to him in Atlanta. I spent some time reflecting on those few months and it’s become a lot
As the bringer of all things doom on Valentine’s Day, I suppose it’s a good thing that I’m not doing much celebrating this year. My boyfriend is probably thankful for that. Did you know that guys have their own day? It’s March 14th, Steak & Bj Day. Thinking twice about buying your girl some flowers
Everybody else is doing it. Why not share my stories as well? (If everybody else jumped off a bridge, would you? It depends how warm the water is and what I’m wearing.) The bad. The worst was in 1999. I had just gotten into an official relationship with an “older” man. Okay, he was 17,