My doctor was so Dr. House coded today. She rather vehemently looked down on alternative medicine and told me my heart sounded boring (which was good). She also lied to my mom for me. Slay! Speaking of, I really admire that Olivia has made a whole brand out of throwing up. She’s literally just like me if I was exponentially more successful, pretty, and Californian. Spill your guts??? I do that alr... » Continue Reading
There is no one I envy more than Curious George. He gets to be owned by the man in the yellow hat, wake up, have his cake and eat it too. We applaud his inquisitve mind, even if he is a bit of a dumbass. Yet when I ask questions, I feel like a fool. As though I should already know the answer, seeing as I don't have the luxury of being a 3 foot tall monkey. I know, I know. Way to make a children's... » Continue Reading
I firmly believe that a woman can never hurt another woman in the way that a man can hurt a woman. There is something so vile, so deeply inhumane about a man causing a woman pain, beyond that of average human conflict. How does one see a woman, and then intend to cause her harm? Who killed chivalry? I'd like to have a word. And is chivalry even real? Or is it another patriarchy cover-up? If it nev... » Continue Reading
My poor sleep is finally catching up to me. Aside from the fact that I crash as soon as I get home and roll around in bed for 20 miserable minutes each morning, I'm so lethargic. Maybe it's because I left uni early and had lunch, when I normally don't. This must be the post-lunch slump they speak of, the circadian rhythm one. Then again, I'm unsure. I almost got hit by a car this morning, yet it... » Continue Reading
One whiff of that distinct Bath&Body Works Pumpkin Apple hand sanitizer and I'm immediately transported back to sophomore year lunch, where I eat a bag of skinny pop then take a nap right on the table. I'd wake up then complain about the bright light, earning a hangover joke or two from peers. Or when we'd violently engage in a non-friendly game of ERS, leaving our hands bruised and bloodied on th... » Continue Reading
The girl sitting across from me at Cougar Grounds got here just now. She opened up her laptop, whipped out her notebook, and swiftly delved into vigorous note-taking with an assortment of colored gel pens. Not a moment wasted and she's in the zone, she's wired in. I used to have those pens. This isn't the first time I've realized my former will to academically overachieve has unsettlingly crashed ... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, when I think too deeply about the oppression of women and the way that men exist, my aura becomes very...decentralized. My peace of mind is disturbed, my chakras unaligned, you get the idea. Moreover, I've found the only proven remedy to the intense rage and entrapment I feel is to listen to the dulcet sounds of the Mitski scream. If you are a woman, I'd recommend tuning in to her as yo... » Continue Reading
In an effort to delude myself into living my best Carrie Bradshaw life, I'll be treating this blog like my weekly sex column. Except, it's probably not going to follow a weekly schedule. Nor is it about the Manhattan sex scene (not exclusively, at least). Today, I'm starting with my overall internal quarrel. I've changed. I'm still pensive and pretentious, but not over the same things anymore. I'm... » Continue Reading