I’ve been rocking some pretty sweet looks around campus lately. So sweet, in fact, a number of strangers have come up to me asking for my autograph. “Oh my goodness, you must be that celebrity everyone is talking about! You look so famous!” they yell, pushing autograph books in my face and taking pictures with me. Much to my own dismay, I am not a celebrity. But, I can share these quick fashion tips that will help you look famous and get noticed around campus.
I recently came across my bucket list that I wrote at age 10. And by “recently came across,” I mean that I intently searched for it after panicking about being months away from turning 20. Reading it over, I realized I haven’t done a lot of the things on this list. But, I’m completely okay with that, because most of the things I set out to do at age 10 are pretty annoying and cringe-worthy.
I understand the power of a motivating phrase or quote as much as the next person. They can be incredibly helpful for getting through tough times or pushing oneself to action. But some often-used motivational phrases are incredibly cliché, and others don’t even make sense. Please, allow me to open your eyes to some of the misleading motivational phrases out there, and expose them for the frauds they truly are. Continue Reading…
I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror a lot recently. Well, not like a lot. Just more than usual. I’ll be getting ready for my day, fixing with my hair, when I notice two things. One, wow my widow’s peak is prominent today. And two, what are those shiny silvery things mixed in with my brunette hair? Upon closer inspection, I find that I have two gray hairs, right on the top of my head.
I’m bold enough to admit when I have a problem. Something about dorm living makes me feel insecure. Maybe it’s that so many people are living in one place and I only know a small fraction of them; maybe I’m just paranoid. In any case, I’m incredibly irrational about locking my door.
Students have been vocal about the recent changes made to the Ratty. Through discussions with friends, the general consensus seems to be that the renovations have opened up the space more, but the locations of certain food items, such as peanut butter and soy milk, are inconvenient. Many have voiced disapproval of the blue paint as well. I agree that these alterations may take some getting used to. However, there’s one thing about the Ratty that I can always count on, one thing that hasn’t changed. My arms are still too short to reach the third row of food at the salad bar.
If I had to paint a portrait generalizing my experiences over winter break, it would be a tearcolored (like watercolor, but with my tears) painting of me, lying on a couch with a Christmas blanket and watching TV. For reasons that will remain unwritten due to their upsetting nature, as I do not wish to turn away my vast, loyal fan base with saddening tales, I was largely immobile, emotionally eating, and watching too much TV during my winter break. Yet, one good thing did come out of this largely depressive expanse of time: I found out that the guy who played Aaron Samuels in Mean Girls is the current host of Cake Wars on Food Network.
Call me a stereotypical gal, but I love shoes! From sneakers to boots, flip flops to high tops, my shoes not only take me where I need to go, but also absorb the memories of all the places I’ve been. They’re wearable scrapbooks, if you will. As you can tell, I’m a sentimental person, which made replacing my 7+ year-old Vans extremely difficult.
Halloween is officially over. It’s November, and you know what that means—the Christmas season is upon us! That’s right, Christmas is right around the corner, the corner of Jack-o’-Lantern Avenue and Snowflake Street. Nothing standing in the way. Nope. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Not one thing…Ugh, fine! Except…Thanksgiving.
One of the most popular spots in good ole PVD is Thayer Street. It’s so accessible for us Brown students; I mean, it’s right Thayer! Get it? Thayer/there? Ha! Thayer has eateries to satisfy any craving, a CVS, and…an Urban Outfitters. I have a real love-hate relationship with Urban, the hangout for hipsters, the place for posers, the region of reproductions. But at the same time, they often have exactly what I’m looking for.