millennial blog project

The Writing

  • Sixteen poems later…

    All the rest have thirty-one… In the course of these thirty-one days, I composed sixteen poems, listened to over 2,100 songs (an average of 68 tracks per day), visited the Chautauqua Institution a few times, lived through torrential downpours, started cleaning our mess of a basement, played my favorite character ever (Millie from “Thoroughly Modern Read more

  • What every girl wants

    My room situated in one of the four corners of the second floor (third if you count the basement as a floor); right in the front. I have two windows: one on the side of the house and one on the front. The side window looks out onto the roof of our first-story garage right Read more

  • It’s nice to have her back

    I’m weird. That’s what I have learned over the past few days. I had a few birthday parties to attend this past week (because it seems that everyone’s birthday falls on the SAME DAY). I had to celebrate my grandma’s for a few hours before attending the first one, so that’s what I did. We Read more

  • From death and funerals to stem cell research and abortion

    Cross country season picked back up again. On Monday morning I was awakened by a song coming out of my iHome speaker at 7:30 (which is much too early to meet my approval, I’ll let you know). I got up, showered, grabbed some Cinnamon Toast Crunch and put it in my bag, and then was Read more

  • Room of testosterone

    People seriously annoy the hell out of me. I lose all hope in humanity sometimes because of stupid people. And maybe this isn’t that big of a deal, but I just feel like ranting right now. I hate girls that have super light hair and wear super dark eyeliner. It makes them look dead. It Read more

  • One day summer slowly floated away

    I have decided that I hate fall. I absolutely abhor it. When I was younger I thought I had to love it just because my birthday happens to fall (haha) within those select three months, but now I know better. I’ve learned to hate it. Sure, the trees are pretty. Beautiful, even. Possibly even gorgeous. Read more