12/20/19 Coming home and seeing my parents is always a little surreal, nostalgic and sad. surreal because most of my interaction with them now are on the phone so it’s weird coming back and seeing how much our house has changed and all of the new things they’ve bought, and how they prepare for theirContinue reading “excerpts from my journal”
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March 1, 2017: i’m obsessed
with a lot of things. sunsets, snapchat, trippy gifs and visuals ta-ku and old memories
random realizations i had about life
enjoy a messy free-write/journal entry hybrid of mine, which broaches topics like reading, self-care, social media, personal interactions, college vs. high school, writing and the whole hubbub.
If Life Were Made Of Monday Afternoons…
It’s a Monday afternoon. I am on my way to the library. I just ate a huge lunch: 3 plates of taste good, feel bad food and 2 cups of coffee to offset the lack of sleep and food in my system. I am reading my agenda. A midterm lurks around the corner, deadlines forContinue reading “If Life Were Made Of Monday Afternoons…”
English is My Favorite Subject
In 9th grade, English was all about hammering down the basics of essays. We learned how to construct a thesis and communicate an argument in five paragraphs. In 10th grade, it was about perfecting the structures of the papers that we wrote. It was incorporating quotes appropriately and eliminating “to-be” verbs. In 11th grade, weContinue reading “English is My Favorite Subject”
A Free Write about Going to Sleep
One day, I’ll have to construct a blanket fort. When I grow up and move out of the house, I’ll have a permanent blanket fort installed in my room. Rods will hang down from the ceiling, in such a way that you can hang blankets on them whenever you desire. There will be no floor,Continue reading “A Free Write about Going to Sleep”
Embracing Your Amateurity
Will someone buy me a cup like this? I’d love you forever. (Amateurity isn’t actually a word, but I’ll unofficially define it as the state of being amateur) I woke up and saw the notebook. I was so very drowsy, and so I only wrote three words down. “such an amateur”
Cat Zhang 