In Sickness and in Health: A Hypochondriac’s Guide to Love

You can usually hear me coming from down the hall because my bag announces my arrival with its various contents rattling inside.On the menu, I have Excedrin, Advil, and Ibuprofen in preparation for any strain of headache or migraine that decides to abruptly ruin my day. I also have an array of vitamins: from Vitamin…

The Monologue Adventures

I peek out from the side stage door and watch people filter in. There’s nothing like the energy emanating from an audience, especially on the last night of a performance. I am particularly nervous about tonight’s performance because my family, my best friend from home, and my boyfriend will in that very audience. I’ve been…

Scars

Artwork on a blank canvass Paint on our skin the events of our lives. The past, ever present on display for all to see. The deepest scars reserved for a select few Whose careful artistic eyes dare to reexamine the permanent, everlasting Art. Perhaps these artists too will leave their mark On this permanent and…

Texting and Dating

Cell phones can be annoying. They make a lot of things more convenient, but they also force your entire social network to be at the palm of your hand at all times. You are constantly connected to everyone. Such a first world problem, I know; but a problem nonetheless. Think of it: you are always…

My Night Up Against The Wall

Why do I hate going to clubs? It’s not the dancing; I love dancing, though I can imagine it’s a little scary to witness. I do like to dress up if I can find the right thing to wear; and I like the excuse to put on copious amounts of unnecessary makeup. What I don’t…