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Got rain?

Weekend nights are for writing — that’s what I tell myself, at least. Why bother with parties, bars and crowds when I’m perfectly capable of being awkward and weird all by myself? I got back to my studio in Escondido Village last Saturday night and the blank pages splayed across my desk called to me…

The self on paper

Stanford’s regular decision applications were just due last week, and the flurries of eager high schoolers visiting campus are beginning to slow as they hunker down for the excruciating wait for admissions decisions, coming out around April 1. Like most college students, a big part of me assumed that upon being admitted to my dream…

Make sleep sexy again

To my long lost lover: Though I’ve foolishly replaced you with Stern Dining cappuccinos and Market at Munger energy drinks, I still love you like a love song baby. Romeo and Juliet, Chuck and Blair or even the infamous Jack and Rose cannot hold a candle to our forbidden love. Let’s talk about sleep, baby.…

Escape from the bubble

It began in the Uber ride: The sickeningly sweet scent of an Air Wick car freshener assaulted my nostrils and, like a dog in one of Pavlov’s conditioning experiments, I knew then that it was really time to go. This year’s previous Uber experiences had only led me as far as the University Avenue construction…