The powers of media and the importance of personal...
Today as I was perusing my Facebook news feed, a little thread popped up that caused me to look again. It was a politically charged article from a website calling themselves The Daily Currant and the article was about my state of residence, North Carolina. The headline speaks for itself: something that would cause any reader to click and collect “facts.” I clicked, and read the 13...
A few things about me:
- I like going to bed before midnight and waking up early.. Most of the time - I wish I could cook gourmet food for every meal; we’re talking perfectly poached eggs, parchment paper wrapped protein, and perfectly portioned sides complete with appropriate serve ware. But I can’t. So I don’t. - The bane of my existence is creative culture. I simultaneously love and hate it,...
How I feel by the end of every Monday
That feeling you get when you are running and you only have half a mile more to go, but your legs start to feel like lead and you push yourself to finish because really, it’s only two more minutes, so you start to think about something, anything to take your mind off of that last half mile, and when you finish and walk it off, your heart is beating so hard you can hear it in your ears and...
3 things I will buy when I'm not poor as shit due...
1. Keurig 2. A large television 3. Whateva the fuck else I want that I can’t remember right now. OH YEAH A NICE BLENDER.
Meet me at Night
Little spider, Every night you Weave your Web; In the same spot as before. The crisp cool air Billows And you dance in the breath. From a distance I watch Your patience exude For you wait Building and breaking, For your opportunity. Little spider, We are kin.
Dear Uncle Al, You were more than a godfather to me. You were half of the fairy tale marriage that I’ve long admired; You found your true love as a teenager and have been by her side ever since. Your presence was always commanding and alluring. The room just felt more jolly with your presence. Your laugh was penetrating, and I always looked forward to visits with you and that little...
Are you There God?
It’s me, Kendra. Okay, so. I’ve been thinking about all the goings-on in my life and I have a few requests, or just general wonderings aloud to make; I’d like to be able to pay all my bills on time and have savings left over. I’d REEEALLY like to remember to pay my credit card bill. I wish I could work more and have a steady inflow so that I may be able to actually DO...
i appreciate inter-discipline, but i’m starting to realize why i feel insane half the time. I cannot focus on any one concept or task for long, because there are [nine time out of 10] at least 4 other equally important things on my plate that need attention. I’m so utterly exhausted from running these marathons in my brain, switching mediums and producing things that to me, are...
day after the end of spring break
after a weekend hiatus to recuperate from DST and the general busyness of my daily life, I’ve a few reflections to scribe. my parentals phoned me and told me about the offer they made on a house.. finally. They left me for New Hampshire in January. (A sad state of affairs that I am still coping with currently.) I’m dreaming of getting out of here myself… it doesn’t help...
my mom trying to help me with taxes:
talks for 30 minutes about people I don’t know like I do.
Opening to closing
I’m so tired. On the way back to work I was fantasizing about what I would do if I won the lottery…. I’d buy real estate. As much as I could invest in, that way I could collect revenue for the duration of my ownership. Ideally I would buy in different states nationwide so I could travel and potentially stay there. Then I started thinking about resorts. It really would be...
BEING ON CAMPUS SUCKS MY SOUL AWAY
I find it hard to give any shits when I live in a nation of self-obsessed consumerist idiots whose only concern is having the nicest things and the most followers. While they’re out worrying what they’ll wear on their date tonight or how much longer they need to wait to get their “g-ddamned Michael Kors bag,” I’m worrying about how I am going to write my annotated...