My new year's resolution this year is "be better at being out ( Read more... )

No one I've ever met likes art like my dad does. By this I don't mean that he likes art more than anyone else I've ever met, because while he's pretty damn into it, he can't hold a candle to some of the art students I awkwardly hang around at school. And I don't mean he knows more about it than most folks, because while he takes an active interest ( Read more... )

I'm starting to wonder what permanence feels like ( Read more... )

More than once since graduating high school (and sometimes even before), I have laid awake at night and wondered for long, long hours whether I might better serve the world and myself by turning my back on law school and pelting headlong for the countryside and not even looking back. More than once I've fallen asleep thinking of the good weariness ( Read more... )

So yesterday I was talking to my sister online. We weren't chatting about anything in particular, just catching up; and then she said, suddenly, that she wanted to leave the Catholic Church ( Read more... )

The last week before school starts is always difficult. It's that awkward time stuck between being ready to go back and have something to do, and not ever wanting to leave. Hangouts are fun, and necessary, but bittersweet, and on top of this my particular brand of neurotic means that I'm about as ill-equipped to deal with change as it's possible to ( Read more... )

Here is a list, bulleted for your convenience, of all the reasons why today is so wonderful that it makes up for the near-panic attack I had earlier this week.

-THE PAPER (PAPER PAPER) is not due until Sunday. I will be allowed to sleep tonight ( Read more... )

On Wednesday I had my piano lesson. My teacher told me to play my dorky little Beethoven piece, and I did; and when I was done, she said:

"Sarah, in all my years teaching, I have never seen anyone so insanely, insatiably obsessed with being perfect. Every time you screw up, you won't keep playing-- you have to go back and fix it. Well, stop it. ( Read more... )

So here's how this Webber thing is going to go down ( Read more... )

I hit this really bad funk this week. I don't know what caused it - a combination of little things, general lack of mental stimulation (I adore the reading I'm doing for Muggle Studies, but we don't discuss it and until I start my final paper I'll have no reason to apply it and augh), a minor bout of homesickness, general loneliness, lack of ( Read more... )