The Obscurity Surrounding Parents

Hasan said yesterday, “You love your parents…but no one really likes their parents. Like no one wants to actively support their dads run for presidency. It’s like if my dad, a guy who tries to return worn underwear to Costco, ran for president, I’d be like, ‘what are you doing?!'” Obviously, he was talking about Ivanka Trump, a smart progressive lady, supporting her dad, someone who embodies every ideal contradicting hers. Continue reading “The Obscurity Surrounding Parents”


Racist Cheetos and Returning Old Underwear to Costco

“Right now, our country is run by a racist cheeto.”

Today, at approximately 7:04 PM, Hasan Minhaj from the Daily Show took Graham Chapel by storm as he flung satire, crass humor, and political comedy into the crowd. Although the event was held on WashU campus, there were more people from outside WashU who came to support Hasan; one girl even drove three hours just to hear him. Honestly, after listening to him today, I think I would too. Continue reading “Racist Cheetos and Returning Old Underwear to Costco”

Life is too short to not enjoy chips

Yesterday, I went out with a few friends to buy some groceries at the nearby Schnucks. When reaching the chips aisle, I asked my friend if I should surrender to my impulse and buy bags of my favorite Late July Blue Corn chips.

“Don’t do it. You’ll regret it later, Daun.”

She’s right. As much as I wanted to, I moved on and ended up buying fresh raspberries and strawberries that were on sale. I feel like my healthy alternatives were influenced by the food choices most of my WashU friends make. Continue reading “Life is too short to not enjoy chips”

First blog post

Currently, it is 12:25 AM on a Friday. It’s Mardi Gras week, so everyone (myself included) is making plans for the weekend.

Currently, it is 12:25 AM on a Friday. It’s Mardi Gras week, so everyone (myself included) is making plans for the weekend.

The default “first blog post” picture. It’s pretty fitting, so I’m keeping it.

Earlier today, I had a pretty rough conversation with my mom over the phone. I told her that I wasn’t into cello anymore. Like many Asian students, I started the piano at a very young age of 3 and then switched over to the cello in 5th grade. For some time, I played to impress my mom and because I was pretty good at it, and then came a time when I actually enjoyed the cello. But in college, as cliché as it is, I wanted to do something that wasn’t very “me.” Continue reading “First blog post”