I have officially moved to DC. I’ve started a personal blog about my adventures, so message me if you would like to check it out.
Very few things make me feel more hipster than when I buy a new Moleskine and book at my local hole-in-the-wall bookstore.
If you asked, I could not recall the day or hour I fell in love with you. It was a gradual shift from infatuation to adoration, cataclysmic in the sense that my soul was forever changed by the way your lips glided across mine, the way our hearts beat together in time. Was it a domino effect? Moment after moment from our first meeting falling together to create something beautiful? There are seconds frozen in my memory – us walking hand-in-hand across campus on a crisp fall afternoon, the way you brushed the hair out of my eyes to bring my face to a kiss – that create a warm swell in my heart. Is this what love feels like?
Two years have passed since that moment in Heathrow when you cupped my face in your hands, locked your eyes with mine, and told me you loved me and I responded the same. Is it silly to admit all of the times that I practiced those three words before I bared them to you? Did you do the same? Did you whisper it aloud to strangers on your morning commute? Did you look at yourself in the mirror, naked, to feel what it was like to bare your innermost feelings for fear that I would not feel the same?
I suppose it’s all nonsensical now to wonder these things. Two years have passed, and everything and nothing remains the same. We make strange animal noises to elicit giggles, and I bite your shoulder when I am in need of attention. We no longer live on separate continents, but in the same. We fight, say things we regret, and spend the night making love and apologies. We are in love, every moment and every day. “When” is nonessential.
You can’t point out someone’s privilege without them whining about you insulting them with backhand comments.
Graduatin’ today, Gettin’ my BA
Not finished with school because I want an MPA
Yesterday, I learned that if I wear a dress and heels to the mall, store clerks will be more attentive to me than if I simply wore jeans and sandals.
Yesterday, I also learned that if I wear a dress and heels to the mall, more men will flirt with me than if I simply wore jeans and sandals.
Yesterday, I learned that I probably don’t want to wear a dress and heels to the mall very often.
University of Wyoming Police have issued a citation to Meg Lanker-Simons for a charge of interference. According to the citation “Subject admitted to making a controversial post on UW Crushes webpage and then lied about not doing it.”
An anonymous statement posted to the UW Crushes Facebook page last week caused a controversy. The post stated that the author would like to copulate with Lanker-Simons in an angry manner. At the time, Lanker-Simons came out publicly against the post saying that she had felt threatened by it and perceived the post as a rape-threat.University of Wyoming spokesperson Chad Baldwin said that the citation was the result of UW Police Department’s investigation into the UW Crushes Facbook incident, but could not comment further.
Update: More information is available here.
This just goT interesting
I’m so broke but at least I’ll look professional this summer
This is my life, aka #summerinternprobs
I’m considering making a separate blog to chronicle my adventures in DC. This, of course, would mostly be for my friends and family back home, but I think it would also improve my journaling skills. Thoughts?