Fantasy Flats

These flats represent the person I would like to be. Tomorrow, I’m taking them to the consignment store, because I think they might pay me for them.  They’re new, barely worn, vibrant, and, I suppose I should add, terribly uncomfortable.  Feet-blistering.  I am supposed to keep wearing them mindlessly, because they are pretty, and I …

The Winter Break Blues

Every year, as the fall semester slowly erodes my work ethic and my soul, I look to winter break as the peaceful oasis with which to repay my sleep debt, lounge around in my pajamas, watch movies, read books, bake cookies, and see old friends.  It’s three weeks of bliss that break apart the semesters, …

I have a bit of a problem

My harrowing adventure with perfectionism and getting lost in the details

Note to Self

I have a tiny whiteboard on the sidewall by my desk that I use to jot down blog post ideas.  When I first bought it, I thought it would be the holder of to-do lists and reminders.  Instead, my bathroom mirror serves that purpose, and my poor whiteboard became a blank, shiny waste of command …

Hamster Wheel Head

When I first started my blog, it was me and my keyboard, trying to write something artsy enough to be good, good enough to be artsy, and funny enough to be worth the read, if I could manage it.  I quickly learned that these criteria were far beyond the writing I could muster, and thus …

The ghost of nighttime past

The past, present, and future versions of myself have always had a rocky relationship.  They’re constantly at odds with each other, arguing about what I should have been doing before, what I’m doing right now, and what I should do later. It’s really hard to get along with me. But as I go through college, …

A day in the life of an abandoned ping-pong ball

I’m writing this blog post at my internship.  I’m probably not supposed to, but I’ve decided to take a lunch break and write anyways, because the more time there is in between posts, the more anxiety I have. Also, I’m bored and there’s really no work for me to do.  But I signed a contract …

Why I’m afraid of the gym: A string of horror stories

One day at recess when I was in the third grade, a girl named Sydney materialized in front of me, yelled, “Think fast!” and promptly launched a soccer ball at my face and succeeded in hitting all of it.  My equally unpopular friend Andy as my witness, this happened. Coincidentally, I have been hit dead …

We’re all gonna write tomorrow

As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop.   It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming.  Innocent, even.  Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.  …

Minimalism of the Mind

I have to adult for two whole months this summer: I’ve (sort of unwittingly) acquired a full-time internship.  I’m really excited; it means I get to perform undergraduate research concerning the social aspects of schizophrenia-spectrum disorders (a mouthful, I know).  I’m also taking a (boring) online class, and working on a separate project for the …