I really enjoy meeting new people. Like, a lot. I enjoy opening conversations with random strangers (and that, kids, is how I found out that the government is monitoring my facebook for evidence of alien interaction). My trip to the east coast was wonderful, partially because travel and college, but mainly because I talked to a lot of random people. So now I’m going to profile them.
I messed it all up, guys. I forgot to get a cheesesteak in Philly. I did not eat cream pie in Boston. I messed it all up. However, I did have pizza in New York, but I had pizza in all three cities so that’s not saying much.
Anyway, I went to the East Coast, and finally in a fashion where I could act like an insufferable tourist (unlike the short weekend with my school choir). My dad and I went to look at colleges. We had a hell of a time, but before I talk about the schools I looked at, I’d like to discuss the weirdest thing I saw while traveling up the Eastern seaboard. Continue reading
This is the second of what will likely be a series of posts regarding my recent trip to New York. In the following, I will question (bash) the efficacy of long-distance relationships, make fun of an individual’s personality and aesthetics, and be a general asshole. If any of the above topics will offend you, I advise you quit reading. Continue reading
So the reason I haven’t posted in a week is that I’ve been in New York singing with my high school choir. Actually, I’ve been back since Sunday, but was having a hard time writing a post about the trip because it needed to be fantastic. And how could I possibly write a post that would live up to the wild times and sheer amazingness that is New York?
I can’t. So I apologize if the next few posts on this blog consist of me vamping on various aspects of the trip. Let’s begin, shall we? Continue reading
This is such a relevant prompt seeing as I’m leaving soon. College hoo-yoo-moo! (Yes, I just made a new exclamatory phrase.)
In short, I’ll be leaving the bubble-like county I have lived in my entire life for a different one somewhere else, probably Philadelphia or Chicago. In other words, I will be leaving financial safety with my parents for exorbitant student loans. I will be leaving my secluded bedroom in the yard for shitty crowded dorms with shitty crowded mattresses…heh heh. Continue reading
That’s all I want. Really, though, I just want someone to say my accent is cute. Not that I have one. But that’s a minor detail.
I figure to accomplish this, I have two options: Continue reading
Two weeks from now will mark an important milestone in my life. Hint: I was born in 1996, which was eighteen years ago… Continue reading