Two posts, one day
Every day that I get closer to moving, I am tempted to buy Texas paraphernalia. But then there is that small, rational voice inside me that begs WITHOUT an accent.
As I scanned all of the possible items I could get in the shape of Texas, I realized what a good summer project would be: I’m [...]
Summer Rerun
The first summer that I kept a journal was the summer I studied abroad in England.
I was looking through it, and I found this excerpt. It was when this girl in our flat was passed out drunk and her pals were trying to make a train to the airport to go to Spain (with [...]
Forecast
Just one more day and predictions become obsolete.
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