on coming home

I have all these notes on my phone from about a month ago. They’re titled “general thoughts re: end of year” or “summer goals.” They’re all about leaving BC and going home. It feels weird to be so immersed in two different worlds – it’s like I’m a child of divorce or a senator who spends half his time in DC and half his time in his home state of Nebraska, or wherever.

hedonism in the modern age

I usually don’t consider the long-term results of my actions. Yesterday, I spent hours rereading American Psycho instead of studying for my history midterm because I figured that in the long-term it’s more valuable to be able to whip out Patrick Bateman references than it is to know the specifics of the Haitian revolution, right? 

adventures in photoshop

what i've been listening to

united states of whatever

there's definitely some meaning implicit in this collection of songs, so let me know when you find it

don't tell me when to get married

I had to read this Wall Street Journal article twice before I realized it’s not a satire. Author Susan Patton purports that “the cornerstone of your future happiness will be the man you marry.” 

how to survive being a hannah

I’m usually told what a Hannah I am right when I’m really striving to be a Marnie, or a Jessa or even a Shosh. Hannah is childish and immature and creative, three qualities that make for a good writer but usually terrible friend. 

happy birthday to my bff

i should maybe start working on my photoshop skills or something