Master’s Degree Burns and I’m Close to Space

Master’s Degree Burns and I’m Close to Space

I’m thirty-something thousand feet closer to space right now and my best guess is that we’ll touch down in about thirty minutes, but I don’t care enough to pay to check. My final act in Montgomery was to scream hysterically at Rebekah as the only logical response to the giant bug I had noticed chilling comfortably in her hair. I thought it was a spider and immediately jumped out of the car to escort the sneak off my friend’s head….

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Abandon Everything

Abandon Everything

I’m approaching a rare moment that not everyone is so lucky to encounter. It’s the sort of moment that I statically yearn for, quietly hoping for an entire upset to the status quo. I am “getting away from it all.” And the only way to do that, for me, is to abandon all familiarity for an extended period of time. I forged this opportunity back in July when my travel bug was feeling extra antsy. I addressed the itch by…

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Solidarity

Solidarity

Allow me to broadcast the complex nature of my life this weekend without being accused of anything stupid. This is partially a vent (because you, internet, are my ever-listening therapist), partially a brief autobiography, and partially an exercise for me to partake in until I fall asleep. Two important school deadlines lingered over my head as the weekend settled in. I used the majority of my non-work time this week to make headway on my Master’s capstone project; the first…

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Happiest at My Busiest

Happiest at My Busiest

Isn’t it absurd when people take on the world then vent about how there’s too much on their plate? I, personally, load up my life because I’m at my happiest when I’m at my busiest. A Liz with nothing to do is a truly awful Liz. Last week, with all its self-imposed responsibilities, was the pinnacle of greatness. Life has been full in the best of ways, but things like folding my jeans after I take them off or maintaining…

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Boudoir Pirate

Boudoir Pirate

Oof, it’s been a day. The past few weeks have been somewhat stupid, too. While you’re reading this you should know I’m sitting in my underwear and sporting an obscene amount of pirate makeup. Like I said: it’s been a day. The running theme provides not only a literal hobby, but also a nice metaphor for my life. In addition to a generally large amount of self-imposed responsibilities on my plate, I’m rotten at time management. The result is a…

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