When I was in middle school, I had to take one of those career aptitude surveys. One of the questions, which was the kind you have to evaluate on a scale of strongly disagree to strongly agree, I still wonder about to this day:
read post →Yesterday, I had the idea to write a short blog post every day this month in hopes of launching myself out of a mild depression that has afflicted me in the past week or so. However, this prescription of forced creativity only caused me to sink deeper into the chasm of self-doubt, and I did not end up writing a post for the first day. Now, I sit here ruminating over the keyboard; etchings of words dance in my mind, none worthy of typing out.
read post →Eleven years ago, I left the traditional high school setting to complete my diploma and earn an associate’s degree through a program at my local community college. I never imagined what a profound role the college would play in my young adulthood. With its vaguely Brutalist cinderblock structures, endless parking lots, and discreet nature trails, where more scandalous activities took place, the campus became a second home.
read post →It’s the summer of 2015, and I am freshly sixteen years old. I have just gotten my driver’s license, and I’m at the Ann Arbor Art Fair with a friend. We’re checking out the sidewalk sales outside the clothing shops when she points toward the iconic sign in Helvetica Black. “We need to go in here.”
read post →As a longtime lover of fashion games, I was thrilled when I first saw an advertisement for POPOFF, a competition-driven styling game for the iPhone. The fashion-forward app invites players to create and submit outfits inspired by different challenge themes.
read post →This is my first real web project. A blank slate for self-expression, tucked away from the bright and buzzing corners of the internet which tempt even the soundest of minds with infinite scrolling through mindless entertainment. I aim to share my own life experiences related to mental wellbeing for the chronic overthinker, interpersonal relationships for the socially confused, cooking for the dairy-averse, and dressing for the petite frame.
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