February 2011
66 posts
January 2011
36 posts
and then. sometimes. someone swoops in and saves day.
Writing
After editing yet another set of articles for the paper, i am extremely worried about the future of education in America. I can barely read some of the things i am supposed to edit, and i attend a high level private school with an extremely tough entrance exam. i can’t imagine the type of writing that occurs in some of my local public schools. If this country wants to continue to dominate...
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative...
The Bewitched Hands on the Top of Our Heads... →
if this doesn’t make you happy, i don’t know what will
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i think it would be like really awesome if scientist could genetically engineer manatees to be like the size of goldfish so i could have one in my fishbowl and be like FUCK YEAH TINY MANATEE
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Looking For Alaska
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and...
“The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel. I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken? It’s in a million little pieces. I’m afraid I can’t help you. Why? There’s nothing you can do. Why? It can’t be fixed. Why? It’s broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.” — James Frey (A Million Little Pieces)
