College Candy

(Guy and girl in tour group, walking through campus.)
Guy: Flying’s weird. Turbulence feels like you’re … hitting a ton of small animals, or something.
Girl: Ohh-kay. Don’t know you well enough for that kind of humor yet.

In my experience, text messaging has been a blessing and a curse for relationships. Sure, you can edit and tweak everything you say before you say it. You can read messages and chose how and when to respond. You can even save conversations to replay and re-analyze over and over again (a practice I am wayyyy to familiar with).

It started off like any other football Saturday: beer pong and well-done burgers on my friend’s roof at 8am. Except unlike most Saturdays, I was dominating the beer pong table. By the time we had to leave for the game, I had 5 games, 7 beers and a hamburger bun under my belt. And I was drunk.

Is it just me or is life all around better when it’s sunny and fabulous outside? All the constant sunshine makes me crave ice cream! But if you’re trying to be healthy and still can’t fight off your sweet tooth, fro-yo is a deliciously perfect, calorie-conscious substitute. Unfortunately, all these fro-yo shops popping up charge one-month’s rent for a small cup with a few berries sprinkled on top.

Normally, I don’t get really hyped up about drugstore brands because they don’t meet my high beauty standards. But I guess it’s true that there’s a first for everything because I’ve got a new drugstore obsession: Soap And Glory. The pink vintage packaging caught my eye at Target a few weeks ago, and I’ve been in love ever since.

At some point this week, exercise stopped being something I had to do and started being something I wanted to do. I’m honestly not sure what changed. Maybe it was the physical pain and exhaustion I felt after Irish dancing at a pre-St. Patrick’s Day event last weekend. And then watching all my old friends performing on St. Patrick’s Day, so full of energy, making it all look so easy.

Sometimes being a girl sucks. High heels hurt, cramps hurt, bikini waxes hurt (like a bitch), hell, even skinny jeans hurt. But all that is worth it for one simple reason: free drinks.

For me, March is all about light reading. With my exams right around the corner (including an ominous GRE! – wish me luck!), I spend most of my days buried in textbooks, so when I grab a book for bedtime reading, I am the mood for something to take my mind off of my homework. Jodi Picoult is always a great choice for a stressful time; with each of her books, she creates an entire new world that totally enamors the reader

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I can’t believe we are in the midst of a whirlwind Spring Break week. It seems like everyone (but me) is either
A) drinking a cocktail poolside or
B) drinking a cocktail poolside.

If you’re not a huge gossiper/have a subscription to every tabloid/read the gossip blogs religiously/understand the issue that is Suri Cruise’s choice in footwear, it’s hard to understand what all your crazy, celebrity-obsessed friends are talking about. I mean, it’s hard enough to tell the Jonas Brothers apart – how does anyone keep up with Britney Spears’ relationship status (are they on? off? on? is she shaving her head again?!)?

Okay, so last week I was complaining because I was anxiously waiting for this one boy to finally ask me out (which he did two days ago, thank you very much). Now the part of my life that involves boys has become slightly drastically more complicated.

But then, like all old trends that come back around, I realized the clog came with a bit of a twist. Clogs 2.0 are like Heidi Montag 2.0: Bigger, pumped up and plumped up. And some would even argue, better. These clogs are edgier, chunkier, platform-ier and all around cooler.

I have no words. None. Can someone try to explain this?

As I sit in class from time to time, and witness some questions asked that I could have answered in grade three, I am forced to wonder, “how the HELL did they get into college?” I know I am not alone on the dark side of this unsolved mystery. Ivy league friends of mine often share stories of some pretty dull crayons in their boxes as well.