I was tempted to switch things up again and write about how much I love the songs “Don’t Stop Believing” and “Faithfully,” but hey, this is a personal blog and if everyone else is writing about their own little insignificant lives too, then why can’t I? Also, I wouldn’t have anything significant to say about the band, so this would be a short post, and I would probably write, “They’re pretty good, but I also like listening to the Glee versions of their songs. Sorry,” then call it a day. Continue reading
I am a privileged person. I am well aware. When I think of the word “deprive,” I think of cell phone service and the number of air conditioning units in my apartment, not food, water, or shelter. So today, I’m not going to talk about myself (shocker, I know). Continue reading
I’m confused, since this is where I would usually put the subheading from The Daily Post, but it appears as if things have changed, and I haven’t adapted yet.
To my .534 fans out there: Hey! I’m back!
I was going to start out by saying how it’s been a while since I’ve blogged, but then I realized how many blog posts I’ve started in this same way and I had to stop myself. Blogging every day is hard… but here’s why I’m back: Continue reading
…for tomorrow we die. The world is ending tomorrow! Tell us about your last dinner — the food, your dining companions, the setting, the conversation.
I’ve gotta say, I was a little shocked when I first read this prompt. Maybe it was the finality of that statement “for tomorrow we die.”
My last dinner was also the first dinner I had while working for a local Thai restaurant. Continue reading
Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?
When I first started really thinking about what college would be like before I actually went, I had a lot of assumptions in my mind. Nearly all of them turned out to be wrong.
There’s the classic “I thought I would have so much free time to do so many productive things!” Going into college, I always had this idea that I would spend so much more time now reading books and finally getting around to attempting to complete a novel. All of a sudden, I was struggling to read the chapters of textbooks for my classes, and I was writing about as much fiction as any non-writer would. I thought my social life had changed forever when I entered high school, but college turned out to be a whole other dimension. I was spending hours of my days, weekday or weekend, with friends, just goofing off or attempting to focus on homework in study rooms in the library. Complete novel my ass; if I’m still writing this blog and even my other one during the school year it’ll be nothing short of a miracle. Continue reading
You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hale starts descending form the sky. Write a post about what happens next.
The next post will be on time, I promise. Hey, I’ve been on vacation in the land of no internet; cut me some slack.
I never liked the beach. Being a busybody, the idea of driving more than twenty miles to sit and do nothing does not appeal to me at all. Swimming isn’t exactly an option either; I may have swum varsity for five years in middle school and high school, but you will not see me willingly swimming in the ocean. Once, I was at the beach on a family vacation, sitting on a towel people-watching, when all of a sudden, two things happen at once: I see a tiny Asian woman standing up to her knees in the water, grabbing jellyfish by the heads, decapitating them with a practiced shake, and dumping the heads in a bucket, while at the same time, a large, burly man, covered in tattoos and muscles starts taking off toward his motorcycle screaming like a ten-year-old girl, shrieking that he had just been stung by one of the jellyfish. True story.
Not so true story:
The day at the beach was glorious in all ways but one. The sun was shining, the waves rolled in in a soothing rhythm, and there were laughing children running absolutely everywhere. Even the watermelon tasted better than usual. All this, and I still don’t like beaches. The boys were splashing in the water, my little brother shouting when he thought he saw a jellyfish. My mother and I lay in the sun, burning to a crisp under our beach novels. I had my murder mystery, and she had her romance. Typical. Continue reading
Ok, so I’m an hour late. Sue me.
We are lost. I say Dad, Dad, Dad over and over again to get his attention, but my father is too busy shielding his pride and the steering wheel. Did we make a wrong turn or did we just have bad directions? I tend to trust instructions coming from satellite images and ever-improving route calculators, but you never know. I started saying Dad again, but only my mother paid attention enough to swat my words away with an annoyed wave.
“Stop chewing your lip. It’s such a bad habit,” my mother said, so I stopped chewing my lip for five seconds. The car screeched into a turn, then another. Around and around we went in the same loop, going many miles yet going nowhere at all.
“Dad. We are lost,” I shouted matter-of-factly.