Thursday, September 13, 2012
One of the best things about my apartment is its proximity to the things that mean the most to me in life—namely, a grocery store within running distance where I can stop by for some free samples of cheese and pie after a strenuous jog and a Redbox where I can rent “Think Like a Man” for $1.27 (which turns into $5 when I forget to return it for four days). And let’s not forget McDonald’s,...
Thursday, July 5, 2012
In fifth grade I failed a math test. I was the girl who got straight A’s, never talked and spent the first day of summer vacation helping the librarian organize her book shelves, so for me, this minor hiccup felt like an absolute disaster.
I had to get my parents to sign the test, but I was too afraid to show it to them so I forged my mom’s signature. I thought I had done a convincing job—even...
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The other day—a Friday night, to be exact—my roommate said she didn’t understand why we never met single guys.
“I really don’t get it,” I said to her, sitting on the couch in an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through the TV’s On Demand menu so I could watch Maria Menounos and Derek Hough’s rumba (for the third time) on “Dancing With the Stars.” “Hey, do you mind if I open a can of tuna?”
It had the...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
A few weeks before my 12th birthday, my Uncle Mark called me.
“If you could go anywhere in the world for your birthday, where would it be?” he asked.
“Uhh…pick another place.”
I thought for a second before the obvious came to mind—Disney World!
“Guess what,” Uncle Mark said, “we’re going.”
I knew he was lying and I told him so, but he insisted the trip was happening. The more...