College is tough, relax.
Cheers to the next chapter of your life.
It turns out that you're only "indestructible" between the ages of 18 and 22.
I’m not avoiding graduation for bland reasons like good parties and my group of friends, although I’ve met some amazing people and had some legendary nights thus far. I’m just not ready to walk the post-grad plank right now.
Interview season is right around the corner and I've found that I have less work appropriate clothes than I thought. The problem with work clothes is that it's expensive to buy a bunch at one time.
I’ve been on a bunch of job interviews. I’ve been interviewed by one person, a panel of three, in multiple cities, for varying sizes of companies, and for everything from retail to administrative to creative positions.
Proposition 8 was overturned, and now we have to see that lesbian comedienne Ellen Degeneres as the new face of JCPenney? Where on EARTH will I shop now? Ladies, we've got to do something about this. Let's protest that crazy talk show host so that her homosexuality doesn't taint all our kids' back-to-school clothes and our Christmas shopping.
It's not easy being gay. The LGBT community has worked tirelessly to declare that sexual preference is not a "preference" at all and lean more toward a "I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way" mantra. However, is it a winner-takes-all conclusion in the homosexuality debate? According to Sex and the City actress Cynthia Nixon, maybe there's more than one way to be gay. And ton of people are pissed off about it.
I've noticed a huge shift in my conversations lately. They're like, slightly grown up. Flash Notice: I still talk about sex, flatulence, snot and totally gross 5-year-old boy things - just bare with me while I try to sound cool and old. Here are the top five new things I'm chatting about these days (that I'm not quite used to yet)...
The best part of school is not going to school. Or so you thought, back in the days of recess, friendship bracelets and raising your hand to use the bathroom. The stray feigned sick day was enough to hold you over until you hit the real jackpot: summer vacation.
Through a lot of self-evaulation these past few months, I've decided a lot of things (like hookin' up) post college are not too diverse from life as a
monkey college student. Basically, I'm still a hot mess that is trying to figure out who I am and what I'm meant to do on this planet (blah, blah, blah).
Lately, I can't count all the times I've bitten my tongue in a situation. When I was younger and I liked someone, I would blurt it to their face at Sunday school and we'd be dating the next day. Nowadays, I can't seem to tell anyone how I feel until the very last minute, or when it's too late. I recently ended up hurting someone because I couldn't grow the balls to tell them how I truly felt. How did I let it come to that?
I've finally discovered that responsibility is more than just having it. While I should be responsible, I need to learn to step forward and take responsibility for things I do.