One Year Later

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.

Fuck You, February

I think the thing about February is that it comes right after January. While that may be one of the dumbest sentences I’ve ever written, it’s true. We go into January with new ambitions and expectations that are common with the start of the new year. We expect that things will change drastically and that … More Fuck You, February