January 2010
20 posts
“There was this deadlock of passion between them, and she was stronger.”
– D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
A Complete Guide to All the Misfortunes that... →
A cop drove us home.
Part of the way, anyway. Before we managed to get the (free) ride all the way home, they were called to the grand and dangerous duty of breaking up a drunken fistfight at…
I Might Actually Be Dying Right Now →
Too. Much. Alcohol. In. My. Blood.
It’s 11:30 and I’m still drunk. The formula for a good night in London (for me anyway) seems to be to get piss drunk (borderline comatose). The nights that I’ve…
I Have Everything I Could Possibly Want... Don't... →
I came to university with a very solid idea of what I wanted to accomplish. As I said to my friends back home in California when I went home for winter break, I was where I wanted to be. I left home,…
“I live a small life. Well, valuable but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do...”
– You’ve Got Mail
“Is it sanctionable and right
Always to be ashamed of being sad”
– Philip Larkin
I Should Get a Shiny Medal or Something Because I... →
We barely made the flight.
A memorable way to start an epic trip, I’d say. A note to all future travelers: never, ever, everrrrr try to take public transportation to the airport for a 6am flight….
In Case I Don't Live Through the Weekend →
I need a final post, just in case. I’m feeling slight apprehension about the upcoming weekend. Sam and I have booked a hostel in the Red Light District of Amsterdam, a cozy little bed bug…
Encounters with Men on the British Front →
Many of my friends back in the States have been asking me and asking me what hot British men I’ve been making out with (as if the UK is a giant meat market playground), and I have been disappointing…
“She still judges by mid-Victorian standards, and covers herself with a woolly...”
– D.H. Lawrence, in a 1910 letter to Blanche Jennings
London, a List of Things Not to Do, and... →
1. Do not leave most packing for the day of departure. Chances are you will get ridiculously blackout drunk the night before and spend the day physically wanting to kill yourself.
my empty bedroom, post-packing
Because It Was My Last Night... Episode II →
This is really probably only funny to me now because I have no idea what happened. If this is the prelude to London, there’s going to be many a night I won’t remember since my usual cohorts won’t be…
An Overture to the Commencement of a Very Rigid... →
Greetings from 39,225 feet!
For those of you who’ve read Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, you’ll recognize that I have shamelessly borrowed the title of the first chapter of his…
Red Velvet.... IS THAT SILK I SEE?! Oh, and... →
Obsession du Jour Annee vie:
Red Velvet Cupcakes. I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM. I got them at Elephant Bar for desert after dinner with the parents the other…
A Sledgehammer, Things That Involve My Unconscious... →
My name is Tiffany and I suffer from shopaholism. (While I’m at it, I think I also suffer from alcoholism and a million other things but those are stories for other days.) Since I’ve come…
My Friends Are Cute →
Rosie and crew made cute award categories for New Year’s Eve! The goal was to win as many “party labels” as possible throughout the night, and the categories ranged from “Made Karl…
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
I KEEP QUOTING THIS BOOK BUT IT IS SO GOOD.
