My Yellow Teapot (Or: New Expectations)

I’ve technically graduated my MA programme. I always wanted to go to graduate school. I (wisely for my young age) chose to go in-state for college. I planned my track, my future. My eventual career. In part thanks to the trying circumstances of my time at UCL and in part due to the wider collapse…

Holy Kimchi, It’s Been a Month Already

“And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time…” -Death Cab for Cutie, Plans 2006. Six years ago, I wore that CD absolutely to the bone. I mean that literally. My red portable CD player could no longer read the worn grooves in the disk. I remember laying…

Twenty-Three–The Crucible of Suck

Maybe 1:30 in the morning isn’t the best time to begin a post. But then, when you have no work schedule due to being funemployed (Thanks for the precise term, Alex!) there is no such thing as too late of a night. Being twenty-three sucks. Let’s not beat around the bush. I’m lost. I’m tired…

Do It Yourself

I have a tendency to want to do things myself. Rather than relying on buying everything pre-made, I make my own feather hairclips and bread. Rather than hiring someone to decorate my (ever-changing) space, I scavenge what I can and set it up myself. Rather than listening to others, I usually take my own advice….