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Continue reading →: 24
I am writing this in my final days as a 23 year old. My final days of patiently waiting to not be a 23 year old anymore. 24 is arguably the first age where you are old. (25 goes back to being young, though) And I have been greatly enjoying aging my parents by reminding them they are about to have a 24 year old daughter. (Which surely ages them way more than me) I’m not sure what to expect as a 24 year old. I still live at home, working in my entry-level job that AI threatens to overtake…
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Continue reading →: New Year, New Me
Yes, I’m aware. It’s been awhile. The end of 2025 was… less than ideal. I really don’t know what happened there—blog wise, mental health wise, screentime wise, will to live wise. Blog wise, it really went downhill. For a little bit there not only was I not blogging, I wasn’t even writing. My scattered notebooks all laid dormant, judging me just a tad too loudly. Despite their persistence and my growing dislike of myself for not writing, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t write. Blah, blah, blah, sad, depressed, feeling pity for myself, and in desperate need of a…
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Continue reading →: A Review of SNL S51E6
I think this was a great episode. Something in me was already telling me Glen Powell wouldn’t let me down, and despite his lackluster opening monologue, he sure did deliver. Glen Powell and I have an interesting relationship. Though I have yet to determine where I stand on my attraction to said Glen Powell, I can always count on him to commit to a role and simply demand your attention. His Tom Cruise comparisons are hard to dismiss, with whom I also have an interesting relationship. There were a lot of standout sketches tonight. My mind first goes to the…
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Twenty-Something Year Old Journalist 