the witches and the coven

Me, before January and classes and school sweep into my life like an overwhelming wrecking ball of terrifying obligations.

A short life update: Second semester of university has started and I’m just counting down the days until EVERYTHING EXPLODES into a MISERABLE VORTEX of DEADLINES AND ASSIGNMENTS. Also, textbooks—even online textbooks—remain hella expen$$$ive. Ninety-five bucks for a code to access homework embedded in a program I hate navigating? My god. Hooray for the plight of Every Student Ever.

My grudge against textbook manufacturers’ exploration of students aside, I wrote this response to the latest Rookie creative prompt last week—read it! It will bring whimsy into thine life. 

Also! I’m studying The Martian and Gone Girl and other nuggets of pop culture in my new English class, and it is divine. I’m currently without friends in said class, but the people I did a recent discussion exercise with said they’d be my friends in the absence of my regular crew. I’m still kinda uncertain about the grading of the class, the way I always am when I don’t have a good grasp of the teacher’s/prof’s expectations and what they like to see in their students’ papers, but we shall see. 

I don’t have much else to say, except that lentil soup remains a key component of my staple diet. Mmm. 

I should probably get out of bed now because it’s 10:53 AM and I should be carpe-ing the diem. Up n’ at ’em!


fifth harmony

Found this gem on the door of one of the math rooms. I can verify that it is completely accurate.

I’ve appeared on Rookie a total of five times—the fifth was posted today, here. So far I’ve responded to every single creative prompt the magazine has had, and I think it’s helped me to try and work with different ideas. It’s like a creative stimulant, and I like it.

I’m about to take my first university course midterm this morning. Like, the exam’s literally gonna begin in twenty-one minutes, and it’s a (I’ll give you a minute to ponder what subject it is) PHYSICS EXAM. I’d say I wasn’t nervous, but that’d be a lie. A DAMNED LIE, I SAY. The stress—or rather, the anxiety—is real.

The school put in a November reading week to decrease the amount of stress students have been under, which I appreciate. But yesterday someone committed suicide in one of the buildings, and it makes me uneasy and sad to know that the help doesn’t come early enough for everyone. I’ll write more on this subject later. All I’ll say for now is that it’s jarring.

Midterm time: T-minus fifteen minutes. I’m going in to the exam hall now—send me ALL the prayers for good fortune.

20,000 leagues into my photo cache

I want you to do me a favour. Look at the photo below:

Keep looking at it. Keeeeeep looking. Now zoom in on the kid in the orange shirt’s face.


Anyway, I have a lot—a lot a lot—of photos saved onto my phone, and I was searching and searching for something I no longer remember and I came across that gem. A true masterpiece, no? It’s the result of an outing to the local indoor amusement park, and it’s the best .jpg I’ve ever been a part of.

I was getting a ride home from university/college/what have you from my dad yesterday and I fell asleep in the car. I see the effects of my caffeine-free diet are beginning to show themselves. BUT I WILL PERSEVERE and SHUN THE CAFFEINE DEMON UNtil exam season enters with the flourish that it always does. Shhhhhhhh. That’s a secret.

Also! I’ve got another réponse créative up on Rookie, which you can read if you click here. IMMERSE YOURSELF IN THE FICTIONAL WORLD OF A DANGEROUS GURL (they’re my faves).