May 2008
21 posts
Feel Like a Jerk
Does anyone have the Jeffrey Lewis song “Alphabet?” I used to have it, but my hard drive burned and I lost it. It’s a great song and I’m in the mood to hear it again. “Late at night, cloudy light will creep over my old house. And the chair, where I once sat, someone new is there, and he’ll stare at that wall, and we’re all Parts of an alphabet Spell new...
Pigeons Plus
In case you’re new to my blog, I moved recently. If you’re not new and you’re sick of reading about my big move, well, screw you. Practically nothing ever changes in my life, so when something does change, I’m going to talk about it for a goddamn long time. (Like this new Diet Coke Plus, oh man.) So, here’s something I may not have mentioned yet (but maybe I have and am just too lazy to go back...
Movin' on Up (Part Dos)
I just moved from a disgusting apartment to a far superior apartment and I’m pretty psyched about that, but I’ve got 2 big issues with the move: 1. The floors of my new apartment are sort of slanted, so when I’m in my bedroom I feel like I’m on a boat. 2. My sister hired this trio of Philippino guys with a truck whom she found on Craigslist to move our heavy furniture because we’re girls and can’t...
I Photoshopped Something!
It’s housing lottery season here at Columbia. That’s when everyone is randomly assigned a number and, starting from 1, that is the order in which they get to pick their dorm rooms for next year. This random process exists because of the openly acknowledged fact that most campus housing sucks. Exciting! While I don’t participate in this lottery (because I have a modicum of...
Kelly Taylor Returns to 90210 →
Oh my god. Have we been living in a quaint 90210 epilogue this whole time?
Excuse Me
I always thought that the onset of spring meant four things: iced coffee, flip-flops, finals, and trying to find a decent pair of $5 sunglasses. It turns out that I can add one more thing to that list: Korean people trying to get me to join a Bible study group. Just me? For the past week, every time I have stepped foot on the Columbia campus—whether to sit and study or to sprint across 116th...
Moving On Up
I am moving next Thursday. Thank god. The peculiar thing about the month before moving, but after telling your landlord that you’re not sticking around, is that real estate brokers just show up at any and all times of the day to show strangers the apartment. Even if you’re still in it. In your pajamas. Writing a term paper. Now, I get that the landlord wants to find new tenants, but this is not...
Only one person in the world could be as he was, in love.
– By Thursday at noon I will have (god willing) written at least 5000 words about Mrs. Dalloway. I wasn’t a huge fan of old Mrs. D, but I really liked this sentence. I have no place for it in my essays, so I thought I’d share it with you.
Gag reel faux.
My B.F.F. needs a J.O.B. →
If you’re still wondering why I, an employed(-ish), incredibly responsible individual, would be friends with such a failure (nay, a Yale-ure), here’s why. (E, start a blog.)