Yeezus I haven’t updated this website in months and months, but I can promise you that I’m still alive. Here’s what I’ve been up to in the interim, besides, y’know, going to school and traveling over the summer and working and the usual expected stuff:
I got four more tattoos, which brings my total up to six. They’re all black line work—it’s my favourite style.
I won a writing award at my uni, and then the piece I won it for was published in Glass Buffalo, the school’s literary magazine.
I published a cultural commentary piece (my first big cultural commentary feature!) on BuzzFeed News about asexuality/the lack of it in Riverdale~ it actually went viral for a few hours with the badge and everything, which was super cool!
I was hired as the Arts & Culture Editor at The Gateway, my university’s campus-wide media source!
I published a longform feature about oysters with The Gateway that was included in the November print edition, which I’m really proud of (๑･̑◡･̑๑)
I’ve been doing radio work with The Gateway for a while, but literally today the first episode of a little mini-series I’m creating was launched! It’s called Watch This Space, and it’s a project I’ve always wanted to see transpire. Credit for the dope-ass header image you can see above goes to Alex Patterson, The Gateway’s incredibly talented Art Director.
One of my essays is slated to be published in a major college writing textbook soon! Get ur analysis skills ready.
And last but not least by a long shot, I’ll be in the upcoming Rookie On Love book that’s coming out January 2, 2018! I was asked to write one of the essays in the anthology and I’m so excited to see it in book form.
Eff yeah, it’s been a time. Lots have happened since May—and it makes me wonder what other developments are in store in the future. The end of the fall semester is coming up; in the winter semester I’ll be starting my first co-op term as a consultant intern at an accounting, tax, and consulting firm downtown, which I’m super psyched for.
Okay, that’s all for now. It’s, like, 12:12 AM and I should sleep because I’ve been running myself into the ground lately. Curse you, school. But also, like, not, because school’s most of my life and I’d prefer to continue convincing myself that I am fine and this is all fine and I am that little hat-wearing dog in the flaming comic. Also, I mainly updated this blog for my friend Morgan, who is probably my most dedicated reader. Hi, Morgan! I will publish again here some time in the indeterminate and infinite future. Here’s a song to listen to as a token of my appreciation:
I’m currently on the bus, which smells disgusting. It is completely dark outside. I have my face buried in my coat with my beanie pulled down low over my head. I am irritated at this long AF commute.
Updates: I am swamped with schoolwork still, so nothing new there. I wrote this guide on getting a tattoo over at Rookie. You should read it (I say that every time, and I mean it every time). I got a full eight hours of sleep last night. I also cut my fingernails last night (I keep them short, almost too short, always), and I feel unproductive even when I’m doing homework. Is that weird?
My stop’s coming up. Pce ’till skyfall, homeskillets.
I saw Tegan and Sara last night! I got there, like, three hours early to be at the very front of the line and stood the whole time to be right up against the front rails, just like the last time I saw them a few years ago—they’re just as amazing live now as they were then. LOOKHOWCLOSEIWASTOTHEMOHMYGOD.
School is school. Nothing new on that front. In terms of writing, I recently had an essay published over at Rookie, which you can read here!
In the midst of the clown epidemic, by the way: stay alert, yo. (I’m half kidding.)
Protip: Wear this jacket if you want to be Goldmember for Halloween.
That’s the end of this very rushed blog post. The next one will be better. Probably. Toodles!
School + work + club stuff have been kicking my butt lately, so fewer updates. Less rambling. Makes me sad, because I love these little blog posts. Random snippets of things that are on my mind right now:
Even with the addition of a new zodiac sign, I’m still a Leo. I take bizarre pride in that fact, probably because I don’t like change.
This perfect song was just released today:
Ah, yes. True perfection. And the expression of the silent frustration and anger of humanity. Hit repeat.
Both my tattoos have healed up nicely…
The scab is from skinning my elbow rock climbing on a Super Wall at a ranch this past weekend, where I went on a bus-school trip with other bcom students to participate in a bunch of team activities, eat really good camp food, and get woken up at 5:45 AM, among other things. Though I’m really not a morning person, the trip got me to talk to new people I probably wouldn’t have encountered for a long time and connect to my faculty in new ways. I’m a pretty quiet person, but on that trip I did a bunch of speaking and teamwork and tons and tons of active socializing—and I’m glad I did. Do things that make you uncomfortable: it’s good for you in the end.
Writerly news: I went to Sonic Boom, an alt music festival in my city, this year, and wrote about/live blogged my experience for The Gateway. And a while ago I wrote a short feature for Bitch Magazine’s “Kids These Days” print issue, which is (at long last!) available on newsstands everywhere n!o!w! Check it and all the other cool activists highlighted in those luscious pages out.
Welp, back to Excel labs and accounting homework. Adieu for now, folks. Microsoft Office awaits.
Long time since I’ve updated here!!! Not because I’ve got nothing to say, but because I’ve been really busy (and I don’t think I’ve ever had that experience before). At the cajoling of my friend MS, though, I figured I should slip in and give a shout about what’s been up with me the last little while. So over the last month, here’s what I’ve been up to:
Running around in New York City during my first trip ever there! It was glorious. I got some tattoos—my firsts!
Celebrating my birthday! In New York City. I went to Rubirosa with a friend and ate vodka pizza, which was delicious. Highly recommend.
Going on a mini road trip with my friends to Sylvan Lake 🚣🏻
Starting a new uni year! Ahhhhh!!!
Crowd surfing for the first time at a local music festival!
Saying goodbye to a friend who recently left for Ireland, where she’ll be studying for the rest of her university education. 🍀
In writerly news, I also published some new stuff over at Rookie: read up here and here and here and here! (Edit: A new piece examining the multiverse theory just went up today. You can read it at this link.)
That’s all for now. Be back soon 🕊
P.S. A little pic of my tattoos, for anyone who might be curious. They’re a little shiny in these photos because of the A&D ointment.
And a snapshot of me in the Museum of Natural History.
In non-writing news that no one asked for, I’ve been busily watching nature documentaries narrated by my personal faves Stephen Fry and David Attenborough. My current series are Life Story and Life, which while similarly named are actually two different shows. I tend to hit the wrong Life series when I hurry to pick an episode, because I am a simple bean who doesn’t take the time to properly read titles on Netflix. FORGIVE ME.
I made dhal the other day for the first time using this recipe, and it turned out deliciously. I ended up using half a shaker of cumin and entirely too much turmeric, and I danced around like a weirdo throwing in random spices like black pepper and salt and basil even though they weren’t specifically called for, but WHO CARES it tasted great. I love all lentil dishes, and dhal is no exception—I love eating it when I go out to restaurants, and I’m glad my first crack at it on my own turned out well.
I’m almost at level thirteen on Pokémon GO—I started playing five(?) days ago (I think). Sounds unimpressive, but LEMME TELL YOU I haven’t used any of my own lures, spent any real-world money, used a Lucky Egg, or used an Incense. That’s right, fam, I caught Pokémon out in the wild and hatched eggs for that ish. And yet: Am I proud of my accomplishments? HELL NO I wasted hours of my life so far on this game. But do I care? Will I stop?
My brother got an Abra without me, and I am bitter. ABRA WHYYYYYYYY
I’ll stop now. Tomorrow is another Pokémon GO day!