Cosmetology school is hard. Not "bachelors in psychology" hard, not "this statistics class is so confusing" hard, not "I live in India and have had E. coli for 3 weeks" hard, but it's hard. It's a different form of learning and living. I don't always want to touch people. A lot of times, my anxiety... Continue Reading →
I Live in Mist
What is it about weather that inspires us to write? More specifically, why are we always moved by rain? I suppose rain symbolizes new beginnings as it cleans the streets and helps the crops and flowers grow. I think there's something more, some other reason that we like to write poems and songs and entire... Continue Reading →
Little Squeaks
Last night, I was really worried there was a mouse in my apartment. A real one, with little ears and whiskers and possibly rabies, and it made me very nervous. Now, remember, I pride myself on not being creeped out by bugs or snakes or small rodents (except squirrels, because they're always up to no... Continue Reading →
