I planned my entire weekend around seeing one band, The Strokes. I love Julian Casablancas, I love that lil Albert Hammond Jr, I love singing Last Nite wildly out of tune. I love it all. Bring it on. Me + The Strokes = Totally happening at GovBall2014.
I can only assume that all of the tears cried over The Fault In Our Stars this weekend were reabsorbed into the atmosphere and became precipitation.
Good news for the fangirls and boys – the series is being rebooted! Woo hoo!
Sundays are sort of depressing if you utilized your weekend the way that you should’ve. No more morning mimosas or twilight twerk sessions for another four days (or three, if your Thursdays are still thirsty).
You know the people I’m talking about – these game requesting, frequent status updating, spammy-ass friends who COMPLETELY misuse and abuse their websites of choice.
Choosing a major is probably one of the toughest decisions that an incoming student can make. Your course of study sets the tone of your collegiate career...and some pretty life altering decisions after that.
Luckily, I still had my friend's brother's cousin's sorority sister's Twitter page open when I noticed an odd trending topic: "If I Ate The Pwussy Would U Tell Yo Homegirls????" Four question marks and all.
Jenny Lewis, be my best friend and let me raid your closet while you sing to me.
I know my infinity will be infinite tears as I am sobbing out of the AMC Theater and putting cigarettes in my mouth like I'm some kind of metaphor.
Ever since Tumblr made it easy for 12-year-olds to aggregate pictures of dog shit and call it a blog, finding a good blog is like finding where LeBron James' forehead ends and his scalp begins. Luckily, there's Bosley for him and really good blogs floating around waiting to be discovered for us.
"I'm more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what's going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities."
Just your daily reminder that college ain't cheap.
Our society often puts celebrities on a pedestal of physiological perfection. In our eyes, they have the perfect shape, perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect everything. It's refreshing to know that they are just people!
One sorority girl said, "I only see people who are Greek; I don't know who the other students are. They are like extras.”