Self

Today the guinea pig to my entire life – my one-year-older cousin (slash former roommate) Geanna – is playing guinea pig for the rest of us with a guest post about her recent 10-year high school reunion. Trust me, Geanna is as discerning as they come, so this assessment is a real as it gets. ————————————————————————- This past holiday weekend, I went home to the …

This post was supposed to be about how weird it is to come home for the first time after you’ve moved clear across the country. I was going to start with my various anxieties around all the awkward things that were sure to happen: I’d have to sleep on the trundle bed in my sister’s room and we’d fight about when to turn the reading …

Today is the 500th post. I usually mark major blog milestones with some sap-filled opus about the power of the written word or the inspiration of good friends, or the fact that you too can have all this and more if you just wake up insanely early and only associate with people who don’t care about being misquoted. The 500 mark is no less proud …

At 6:30am my alarm went off. I crawled out from under the covers (I sleep fully submerged in a sort of heat cocoon fashioned by my new down-alternative comforter and the bizarre natural heat produced by my sleeping body), reached for my glasses (I’m dangerously close to legally blind), and slumped over to my deep purple desk (positioned against my yellow focal wall. Brian: “You …

There will be no formal post today on account of I spent from 7pm to 1am unpacking my life’s belongings after they finally arrived from New Jersey, 14 days and 9 hours after having left. According to google maps, that 3K distance can be traversed in under three days. Over a year ago Geanna did it in 3 days with a similarly sized 18-wheeler (note: …

This morning I lied over the phone to a man I’ve never met at the Volkswagen dealership in Van Nuys, California. His name was Armin. Well – is Armin but I’ve never met him and never will, so to me he’s past tensed. Armin and I met over my e-negotiations for a Jetta lease. Per Greg’s advice I spent the days since my arrival in …