I’m A Pretty, Pretty, Butterfly!

What's up ladies and gentlefingers! I'm back from my shame fueled guilt cocoon, Oh how I have missed thee! So much has happened in the last few weeks. The spring semester wrapped up, I'm now #teamiPhone, it's summer time in my corner of the world and everyday is palm tree hell!!!! Real quick question: If... Continue Reading →

While You Were Out…

I'm like a baby. Well, more like a peek-a-boo enthusiast. Once I put my hands over my eyes, the universe implodes into an unfathomable white hole. At least that's what I think happens when I neglect to post for a while. I'm sure that's not the case at all. Your lives probably continue; reluctantly checking your emails, being scolded at Starbucks when you call a... Continue Reading →

Am I Suffering From Life-lag?

I'm having a hard time adjusting to fame... no wait, school (I'm sorry, I thought I was Drake again). The semester has started but I'm in a fog. I haven't started studying or working on my extracurricular activities. None of it seems real. I feel like the cloudy part of the Claritin-D commercial.  No over-the-counter antihistamine can help me. I NEED a swift kick in the... Continue Reading →

Ars Nova

Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I'm almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I'm so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this... Continue Reading →

So Lately…

So lately my subconscious has been a mess. I can't think straight and I'm convinced my dreams are coming to get me. I write them down in the mornings now. Pour over them like lecture notes sifting for pieces of congruity, hoping for a little insight. Close but no cigar. Some say dreams are your... Continue Reading →

Inherent to Success

I stand in my own way. Block the gates to my own success; the Minotaur in my own maze. I everyday ready myself, gird my loins, to flank the vanguard and do battle with an over sized cyclops while I spin a web, weave excuses longer than "The Iliad". But a passion, an emptiness, an... Continue Reading →

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