So much of my life, I’ve had something to look forward to. But for the first time, there’s no foreseeable future.
If you go on a diet and you eat salad for four straight months, it can be very difficult to maintain.
Here’s what I want for Christmas (or the New Year):
So here we are, another summer has faded into fall.
Can somebody please tell me when it became cool to be mean?
This city makes me crazy.
The last time I went on a road trip, I didn’t drive. So I was thrilled at the thought of driving up north to the country that I embarrassingly know very little about, Canada.
Just a year ago, I was lounging around in my dorm room, napping on various patches of grass on various parts of campus, worrying only about whether I should go to 4:30 dinner or do a double meal before I went to go drink.
After traveling Italy with my mom, I switched gears and made the move to southern France to see my friend Evelyn, who is working as a teaching assistant in Montpellier.
The other night, I found myself at a happy hour at Dos Caminos on Third Avenue. While it’s usually known as a lively Mexican restaurant, on this snowy Saturday afternoon, it became the hub for any and all post-grad degenerates.