Five things on TV that have been so highly romanticized, but in real life are completely creepy and wrong. This list will definitely change the way you look at your favorite movies and shows.
Of course, I have a type as well. And it’s pretty much the worst type of all — the musician.
Exciting news, CC'ers: I'm almost a real person as I now have a home! It's small and cozy, and there's no furniture yet, but it's home.
Have you ever wished you could look like a Barbie doll? I used to love playing with them when I was little, but I never actually wanted to be a Barbie. This girl apparently does – she loves Barbie so much that she decided to try and look just like her. Every day, she cakes on layers of makeup in order to make her face look just like the doll.
Lately I've been behaving in weird, mysterious and dumb ways. I've partied on the occasional weekday. I went running back to a guy that didn't deserve even the time it takes to bat an eyelash in his direction. I stopped working out because I thought eating less would make me happier.
When I graduated, I was pushed into a world full of options. At first, I took all of the options, put them in a sack that was my mind and tried them on one by one. But as time went on, I realized one thing: I needed to do something that struck my passionate heart strings. I knew I could deal with whatever my occupation tossed me from then on if I had a big crush on it.
Which is probably not a term you’ve heard all that often, especially since I’m 90% sure that I just made it up. So let me explain. The symptoms are not all that different from a post-grad crisis, except I’m not actually a post-grad yet. I’m a senior, a few months from graduation and I have absolutely no idea what comes next.
Even though being a post-grad hasn’t been an easy ride (biggest understatement of the year), I have plenty of things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving season. So in honor of the holiday and my new "the bowl of stuffing is half full" mentality, here is a list of post-grad things worth celebrating this time of year:
I still haven’t written my personal statement yet. You know, the one that more or less says “explain yourself in 700 words or less.” The one that asks you to take the last four yours of your life and make them fit in an essay. The one that asks you to be creative, and witty, and unique, while also demonstrating your intelligence and artfully adding in all of your accomplishments.
For most normal college grads, the time directly after the cap tossing/couch burning/heavy drinking of graduation weekend comes a period of extreme depression mixed with a tinge of confusion that leads many to make rash decisions.
Right before I sat down to write this I registered for the GRE. Well, actually, I registered for the GRE, opened a bag of chocolate covered cranberries (Kim Kardashian’s snack of choice), and then sat down to write this. But I digress. This was supposed to be a serious moment.
I’ve sat down to write the first entry of the column that will chronicle my final year as a college student about fifty a few times now, but I just haven’t been able to figure out where to start. So I figure I might as well start with the truth: I can’t seem to write this column because I’m not really sure how I feel about this whole “senior year” thing.
I’m not even five months out of college, and the word “adult” seems to have taken on an entirely new meaning. It appears that the idea of being an adult is boggling post-grads, such as myself, night and day – even over mundane things. Facebook status updates don’t lie, especially when recent grads are excited to update the world about their climb into adulthood.