Last spring I was enrolled in a fiction writing course where I was prompted to write two short stories. Having never actually succeeded in finishing a story, literally ever, I had my doubts. Come to find out, I'm not half bad. More importantly, I really enjoyed it. Once I had the stomach to share these … Continue reading The poetry I wrote this semester (for class)
One minute I'm peacefully dreaming of beaches with sand made of Funyuns, and the next I'm being violently shoved awake by the touching down of plane wheels on a salted Nebraskan runway. My neck does this thing where it lunges forward and I release a small snort, but as soon as I realize what I've … Continue reading going home for the holidays
After traveling on my own, I’ve learned that hotels actually blow chunks and hostels are where it’s at. That extra “s” is life changing. If you’d classify your lifestyle as hoity-toity, I would not advise you to stay in a hostel. They will not meet your needs, but they sure as hell exceed mine.
Let me guess, last night you partook in the act of consuming ungodly amounts of fermented beverages. After pre-gaming with two tall-boys of twisted tea, you happily helched at the pregame and proceeded to rally for bars. Those tequila shots you had? Worth it. Not because you had an amazing night, but instead because it … Continue reading the beauty of a sunday hangover