Henry D'Angelo appeases his Narcissism by talking about himself

A lot of people hate certain parts of their body. Largely because of the impossible societal beauty standards of our culture, presented everywhere- from advertisements and television, to social media. Thanks society. However, being the tall, thin, white guy that I am, I find representation and body positivity everywhere I go- which I know is a "weird flex but ok". Nonetheless, I don't love everything about me, even if it seems like it from the way I talk about myself. Haha. It's mostly overcompensation for just a tiny bit of insecurity, anyway. One part of myself which has betrayed me far too many times are my hands. Which sounds crazy, I know. It's like I can't even control them. Like when for some random reason, they circle the wrong answer on a Physics quiz, or get too clammy when I'm holding a girl's hand. And for another thing, my hands (and feet) are too big for my body, as my skinny frame doesn't quite match my size 13 feet and similarly s

It's October. Or as they sometimes call it, 🎃Spooktober🎃. It's Halloween in less than 3 weeks! The home stretch of the year is always jam-packed with holidays- Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, and then New Year's. As we creep into the "'tis the Season" festivities, I've compiled a list of major holidays, and ranked them accordingly based on how much I enjoy them. If I don't include your favorite holiday, it probably means that either your holiday sucks or my family doesn't personally celebrate it. If it's the latter, then I'm sure it is a wonderful holiday. 8. St. Patrick's Day Ha-ha! You're not wearing green! *pinch* That's the full extent of St. Pat's. Weak! For us high schoolers at least. Maybe once when we're in college it'll be fun, if we go to the U of I, that is. Being honest, I forgot this holiday existed at first, until someone told me I should mention it. Easy last place though. 7

My last few blog posts have been stories about my experiences. Unfortunately, most of my other vaguely interesting stories aren't exactly blog material- whether the story is too short, too incriminating or even just plain old R-rated. Which is why I am unfortunately departing from talking about my individual life and instead widening up the audience who can relate- to all of you! Amazing, I know. Except for transfers, of course. But if you are  actually a transfer, at least you finally get to picture everyone's favorite year. Something I don't miss: Being prepubescent. I'm not claiming to be a full-grown man complete with beard, but at least I look nothing like the me from 3 years ago. I was short, had awful hair, and mediocre dress sense. If you knew me then, then you know. If not, then peep my Instagram (leave a few likes, too). But worst of all was my voice- it was so high-pitched that I'm amazed anyone besides dogs could understand me. Luckily, by the end of

They say that there is "truth behind every lie". Which is true, for the most part- but some lies less so contain just a few nuggets of revealing fact, and instead actually can come to be the truth. Eventually. Maybe you could describe certain lies as being prophecies of real life. Or maybe the best thing to call these lies are predictions- which, of course, are often very wrong. I remember thinking about writing lies about myself a few months ago, during my first Creative Writing class of the year. We were instructed to do a variation of the classic game "two facts and a fib"; where we instead were to write either two truths and a lie  or  two lies and a truth, and have people guess which were facts and which were fibs. I wrote the following list: 1.    The shoes I'm currently wearing cost only $20.  2.    The only concert I've ever attended was a Weird Al Yankovic concert. 3.    I once got a speeding ticket while driving down Windsor Road.

We've all had those days. Or maybe just those moments, because sometimes they're really short. Or they can be long, too. You know, that time of your life which just sucks. Whether you've had a panic attack, or you're stressed about everything, or you feel you have no real friends. Or maybe you just really hate school. Sometimes all you want in life is to just run away. Away from all the stress, away from the anxiety, away from everyone who you hate. Sometimes I wonder how much easier life would be if I ran away. Maybe I could became a fisherman who lived in nameless, yet peaceful obscurity. Anyways, whenever I started to wilt under the constant social and academic pressures which came with school, I started direct messaging (over Instagram) a celebrity about every detail of my slightly interesting life. The celebrity I ended up choosing would be Kevin Durant. Unless you hate sports, you probably know who he is. For those who live under a rock, and don't, he's