The title is a bit of a misnomer*. *particularly because at the time I wrote this, I actually thought it was Friday. I was referencing Virgin Australia Airlines, which is the airline I flew while traveling from Australia to New Zealand. For some reason–likely one of quality–I drafted this blog and never published … Continue reading Flashback Friday: Traveling with Virgins
Universe: “So, Jenny. You think you figured out the system by being Miss Queen Positivity with your ‘sexy’ voice, eh? I’ve got a surprise for you. “On your way to work, you will cough for no reason. Normally, you cough because you’re sick and your lungs filled with bubbling cauldrons of phlegm, but this … Continue reading The Universe Has Spoken
I’d hoped to write a blog on my four-hour bus ride yesterday, but I became so nauseated that I could do nothing except try to sleep in a Frankenstein, with bolts in his neck, upright fashion. If there’s one lesson to be learned, it’s that the Peter Pan busline is not the Dartmouth Coach. I … Continue reading Fantasy Football with Some Extra
All right you fine folks of America (and, if I’m lucky, the world): I am ending my silence to blog again, hoorah! If you missed my recent update, you can check it out here. It briefly explains why I’ve been silent for the last couple months (and when I say briefly, I mean one … Continue reading Leaving on a High Note
Last year on St. Patrick’s Day, I was in Montueka, New Zealand, wearing an “Irish I were drunk” shirt drinking Baileys Irish Cream alongside new Chilean friends while filming a “Happy Birthday” video for my ex-boyfriend that I would give him belatedly in the States. This year, however, I was not celebrating St. Paddy’s Day. … Continue reading The Roswell Death March
It’s Friday, y’all! And it’s the Friday in which Brutus earned his way into the 9th level of Hell! Here is a testament to my week. It all went downhill on Wednesday, hence the delay in posting a blog. As usual, I wrote a blog draft on the morning of Weekly Writing Wednesday, but I … Continue reading Beware the Ides of March
Do you know what it feels like to wake up and think, “Wow, I have wasted hours of my life and have nothing to show for it”? Perhaps anyone who has frequent access to the internet or manages a facebook account (or is reading this blog) can attest to watching the hands of a clock … Continue reading The Seinfeld of Blogs
I admit I did it. I fell prey to the craze and wandered into the bookstore to pick up a copy of 50 Shades of Grey. I waited as long as I could before making the purchase because I did not want to financially support the enterprise, but alas, I was in need of an … Continue reading 50 Shades of Grey: the literary libido killer.
It started with the MVD, i.e., My Version of Damnation, or the “Motor Vehicle Division” as they like you to believe. (My friend is convinced it’s actually one of Dante’s levels of hell, and I think that’s a more accurate assessment.) So the Judge (my father) and I go to this circle of doom on Monday of … Continue reading The DMV nightmare
Well, this is typical. For eight hours I was cooped up in a vehicle that somehow managed to fit: my father, my mother, their skis, our “ski bag,” which full of ski suits–that’s right, onesies!!–gloves, goggles, etc., my suitcase, my parents’ suitcase, a cooler full of food, a giant sack of non-perishable items, a mysterious blue duffle bag, winter … Continue reading Videos for the film savvy
They Call Me Fushilou 