"Sallie Mae pay off my tuition fast. I had financial aid it shouldn't be this vast. Scholarships and grades coming out my ass. Dean's list and good grades, top of my class."
Finals always feel like a cartoonish storm cloud lingering over your head, raining upon the parade you thought you had created during spring break.
To be honest, my university was not at the top of my list until I visited the campus.
It was uncomfortable and I really had to push through my insecurities and that looming title of indentured servitude, "intern."
That is the point of this post that I wish I could click something on the computer screen and have it magically teleported straight into my mouth. What even is a 3D printer for?
"It was a run by fruiting." Part 2.
I love a topless beach. Tan lines are fine and all, but bronzed boobs are the best.
The point is Black students are rejecting the limitations imposed on them because of race, class or media representations.
The post-grad movie in your head probably holds the promise of fulfillment, self-betterment and the chance to live your best Pinterst life. But as a lot of graduates know, finding a job -- the right job -- is the first step on the path to GOOPy nirvana.
After a winter of painting my nails blood red, nude, black and brown, it's nice to be able to add some pops of color without them feeling oddly out of place.
Beyoncé and Jay Z are going to tour together this summer.
Last night you may have noticed that the moon had its rare visit from Aunt Flo and became a "Blood Moon."
How cute—NOPE. My heart would fall out of my butthole if this happened to me.
Coming to theaters this October (ahhh!!!), here's your first look at "Gone Girl" in all it's full-length trailer glory.
Pack this emergency kit now and toss it into your bag. It'll help keep you as fresh as possible through the treachery known as finals week.