Three years ago, I was walking through the stacks and came across The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates. I spent a few weeks scanning the pages, reading various entries and then skipping forward through t...
I received a lot of positive feedback on my last post about podcasts, so I thought I would make a few more recommendations. One thing I like about podcasts is that they reward loyal listeners. What I...
About this time every year, I write a post about how I am bad at Summer (2009, 2010, 2011). I have this kind of silly notion that Summer should be special and different and magical. I wrote a novel o...
Nicole, Ashley, Me, Linda (Not pictured: a bunch of good friends and amazing people.) It is weird to come home from a place as crazy as Vegas to a college campus that has been deserted for the Summer...
Dear Moon Pie people: Im available for hire. My lack of blogging this week is further proof that I cannot read a lot and write a lot at the same time! It seems like there’s some kind of balance to st...
I have mentioned several times over the years that I am really organized. The thing is that I’m not HGTV-style organized. I’m more may-be-a-serial-killer organized. I don’t have an ...
I am always reluctant to use the term writer’s block, because I am not entirely sure it’s a helpful concept. Sometimes naming a problem makes it easier to deal with and sometimes naming a problem giv...
I spend a lot of time sitting in front of my computer writing and listening to music, but sometimes I do it in such a way that it reminds me of all the other times I have done this same thing, and th...
“Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them, and let me extend th...
Writing a personal blog is weird. It is strange to have so many of your feelings in one place and available for anyone to access. Sometimes I miss the anonymity of writing to no one I know, but I rea...
At the risk of sounding crazy and insensitive, I will tell you that when I was really busy, I would sometimes think it would be nice to get a cold or the flu or really find any kind of excuse to call...
Coffee and I have continued our relationship. Since the beginning of time–or since I started blogging and who can remember a time before that–I have been bad at writing about the day-to-d...
I am pretty much the Captain of Introspection, but there are limits to what you can know about yourself. We are incapable of being completely objective about anything, so of course we can’t be object...
A thing I didn’t know until my 27th year: friendship is hard sometimes. I suppose I did know that friendship could be hard. I do watch TV after all. But I had never experienced friendship that way f...
I have always done most of my blogging at night while working at the library, but in the last few weeks, I have gotten into the habit of sitting down each night and forcing myself to write something ...
Friend: How are you? Me: Super totes awesome. Friend: Really? Your last post was kinda intense. This is the, “You know I’m happy, right?” post, and it is a good thing I waited a couple days to write ...
I find it easiest to write when I just focus on myself. I have learned things that I think might be helpful to other people and I feel an impulse to share them, but I am so aware that not only do I ...
Like most things I do that appear deliberate, this post came together by accident. I kept finding myself referencing posts I wrote about this time in 2009, so I decided to just put all those thought...
I write to be understood, but I am misunderstood fairly often. Some things I write seem a little strange even to me, but I articulate them the best way that I can and then I put them out into the wo...
I always want to kick myself for not traveling more when I was younger. In college, I told myself I couldn’t travel or study abroad, because it was too expensive and I couldn’t afford to not work, b...
At the end of last March, I wrote this post about how writing was suddenly easy again. I was nervous to say anything, because I had been struggling for a while and I didn’t trust this new creative w...
“If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don’t know. It’s what no one knows abou...
In order to survive grad school, you have to get good at sounding like you know what you’re talking about when you really have no idea what you’re talking about. Some people are born with this abili...
I was walking home today, listening to the song “Fugitive” and thinking that it is really one of David Gray’s more uplifting songs. You should see the video; it’s full of intensity and so very David ...
I was walking my normal route back to work after my dinner break a couple weeks ago and it was dark enough that I could see into the classrooms where I took some of my very first classes here almost ...
Last March was weird and sad, and I wrote this post to make sense of my feelings the best way that I could. It was one of my many attempts to get myself to just feel my feelings instead of undermini...
This picture is mostly for our parents. I feel this strange obligation to announce on my blog whenever I leave town. Like it would be rude–not to the people reading, but to my actual blog̵...
I am not one for extended metaphors, but Kilimanjaro started almost a year ago and it has really worked for me. It represents that big scary awesome thing I want to do with my life. When I wrote a ...
What do my mom and Tom Haverford have in common? They both understand the philosophy of Treat Yo Self, which is not just about doing nice things for yourself, but of making it a treat. When you mak...
Many of you have heard this story already, but you may have forgotten it. I forget sometimes too. I used to be in credit card debt. A lot of it. The number: $20,500. Then on a random day in Nove...
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