Bwog saw live music, expanded their palates, and suffered the wrath of flu season—sometimes simultaneously!

Bwog went to a variety of music shows.

• Saw Father John Misty in concert.
• Went to an indie show in Ridgewood, left with blood on my phone case. Never again.
• Saw Harry Styles twice in one week—once at his final MSG show and then again the next night in Don’t Worry Darling. The show was incredible and everything I ever wanted.
• Went to and survived an EDM show in Brooklyn on a Wednesday
  • Was the only one who was of age and ended up alone after friends got escorted out.

Bwog had a variety of food adventures.

• Rediscovered my love of the strawberry banana JJ’s slushy.
• Ate the best gelato I have ever eaten in my life more than three times this weekend; it’s called Gelateria Gentile. I recommend the mango + limone.
• Baked cookies and then ate them in Central Park to celebrate the first days of fall!
• Tried goose for the first time. Too many bones.
• Got food poisoning from a Starbucks breakfast sandwich. I ordered an Impossible breakfast sandwich but I contend it was meat which is bad because I’m pescatarian.
• Made dandan noodles.
• Enjoyed some Dino nuggets.

Bwog was responsible…and irresponsible.

• Did a criminal amount of French reading.
• Spent eight hours in office hours on Saturday. Cried during said office hours.
• Went to four different bookstores attempting to find a course book, didn’t find it.
• Did work on a Saturday night :( It’s only September.
• Was prepared to fight for my life to get a laundry machine but was insanely lucky and literally nobody was doing laundry when I was.
• Did not make my bed, not even once.
• Started skipping my Physics lectures (oops).
• Every morning this week I woke up to over 30 emails. Email is my new personal hell.
• I’m now on a three-week streak of not reading the novels for my English Colloquium class. Every class is now just a two hour struggle to not make eye contact with my professor.

Bwog continued their many battles with sickness.

• Developed laryngitis and a voice that makes me sound like a middle-aged chain smoker…currently feeling like I 100% could be the face of some anti-smoking PSA.
• Continued suffering from a cold, continued subsisting only on Ibuprofen.
• Lost my voice, but replaced it with a potentially sexy rasp/croak.
• My floormates are just now noticing that I’m dying each time I cough. I’ve been sick since move-in.
• Got the Barnumbia flu. Cold medicine is now impacting everything I do.

me at 2am in the shower via Bwarchives