“Finding yourself” in college is a process. One I began by diving head-first into the deepest, most glamorous pool I could find. I found my college roommate on Facebook. A lot of the freshmen were meeting each other that way and hastily making friends in order to lock-in a roommate before the school had time to …
If there’s ever a weird person in the room, they will find me. And if there’s not a weird person in the room? I will find one.
How trying testers at Sephora, macaroni and cheese, and a girl’s favorite band still can’t stop her from crying like a baby when things don’t go her way.
How I became the type of person who sees concerts alone: a tale of embarrassments, crushes, friendships and *finding myself.*
By senior year of high school, I was a drama nerd dead-set on being an indie film actress in LA, so I signed up for a film elective through the drama department. What I ended up getting was a class full of nerds and stoners (almost all male!), most of whom were already my friends, where we did everything except make films. I present to you now a visual representation of how I almost failed this class.
I like to think that I spend a lot of my time working on my hobbies, like writing and listening to music and drawing and watching movies. But, if an alien were to observe my life, I’m pretty sure they’d believe that the only things I ever do are take naps on couches, spill things, and go pee. Here’s a list of those things I do again and again, to the point where they’ve become pastimes.
Did you guys write musicals based off of weird 80s songs when you were little? Did anyone else sharpie alternative names onto food containers in the fridge? No one? Cool.