…But in spite of there being no need to look forward to the summer months, adults still to. We still have a slight gleeful tone in our voices when talking about summertime….

“Journeys end in lovers meeting”
Shakespeare said that, so I believe it to be true. Once you’ve been on a journey and really learned something new, you’re ready to start a new journey. I just wish most of my journeys lasted longer than the walk of shame home in the morning.

I discovered in a lengthy New York Times article the other day, that the ‘Choister’ phase is beginning to be recognised as a legitimate stage of development, known as ‘emerging adulthood’. This term was coined …

Since high school, since we each received our first cell phones, my sister, Sara, and I have left rediculous voicemails for each other.  From songs like “I Like Big Butts” to choice clips by Britney Spears that sound hilarious when taken …

August lingers whilst it threatens its inevitable end; weary of its unsustainable bliss we complain about the heat and pretend we haven’t succumbed to a more peaceful pace of life, finally relaxed enough to read an entire novel or go to the movies twice a month without guilt.

Face full of verve, head full of ideas, he lived with a smirk out the right corner of his mouth. He knew the hardships of survival in Russia. Knew the hardships of survival in Oregon.

This weekend, I was out at a bar with some friends when I drunkenly stumbled into a guy who looked strangely familiar. We began chatting and despite my hangover-in-the-making, we actually had a coherent conversation. However, despite the good vibes, he unabashedly peppered the conversation with a steadfast motto: “You’re not getting my number.”

I never really realized how much I enjoy reality television until someone said “You love reality TV, huh?” Honestly, I was offended at first but then I realized how true it was.
One thing …