It’s February, and I’m convinced that February in the Pacific Northwest is one of the most dreary experiences known to man. It’s almost superimposed depression—inescapable and paralyzing. Apathy is binding and compulsory.
The February-like qualities of the Pacific Northwest (cold, wet, dark) are often present throughout the year, but they’re heightened and exaggerated right now—to the extent that the earth’s foggy dampness seems to permeate human brains and bodies.
Each February that I’ve spent in Olympia, I’ve noticed a trend in my own behavior: wanting to sink into the most soul-crushing, mind-numbing, bodily degrading demeanor I can, trying to find a delicate balance between practicing existential self-awareness and completely ignoring my own sanity.
Continue reading “In Disparagement of February”
I’m so starved for opportunities to write that apparently I will publish anything. This year for my family’s Christmas letter, we each wrote our own couple of paragraphs. My parents mentioned something about the idea of “on the other hand…” being a sort of theme for them this year. The most major development in their lives was that they moved, which was stressful but also an incredible learning experience. So this is what I wrote for my portion of the letter: Continue reading ““On the other hand…””
On one especially auspicious Tuesday night in late June, we poured some red wine, turned off all the lights except the string of dim red Christmas ones, and I put on a skirt I don’t have any business even owning. We queued the familiar six songs of a local artist, the only songs of AKA360 on ReverbNation, put the list on repeat, and danced….
— Continue reading “No Elbow Space: An introduction to AKA and the Heart Hurt Goods”
I cannot tell you how amazing my life is. I’m a pretty happy person, but lately I have just been pumped. All. The. Time.
My birthday is in a week, and nearly all of my friends will be there helping me ring it in.
I have fucking awesome friends.
I listen to good music all the time.
The student newspaper’s website is better than ever.
I’m setting up my own contract this quarter and I’ve picked out all my reading materials.
I’ve been flexing my editing muscles and I LOVE IT.
Oh god, do I fucking love it.
No one can rain on my parade. (Though the Olympia weather is trying its hardest.)
(Title of post from “Teeth,” by The Ettes)