Tonight at the Fringe Party, I hearby swear that I shall not do the following: 1. Drink an entire 1.5 litre bottle of wine within half an hour of my arrival.2. Get inexplicably depressed about, oh, you know, life.3. Get walked home, sobbing, at 1:30 in the morning. Not that this has ever happened. Also, [...]

Seeing as how there has been some confusion, I would like to clarify by pointing out that Mon vagin à mangé mon chapeau: Un labyrinthe féministe, is not, in fact, a real film, and you will probably not be able to find it at GenX. However, you will be able to find it in my [...]

Some sample dialogue from life: Alexandra: Mom got me a chocolate duck. Did mom get you a chocolate duck? Kristen: What? No. She just got me a regular one. Alexandra: What? But that makes even less sense. Kristen: What? Oh, wait, ok, I don’t actually know what you’re talking about.

Well friends, I have officially handed in the last paper of my undergraduate career. In classic academic asshole fashion, I managed to devise yet another scheme to avoid writing yet another paper, instead transforming the project into an (easily bullshittable) experimental art piece. (For another example of this type of work, I refer you to [...]

1. It will be my final act as a music student at Wilfrid Laurier University. This is significant, I guess. 2. It will be awesome. 3. You will laugh (there will be a song from Spamalot). You will cry (there will be some songs about dying). 4. There will be a whole set of really [...]