Showing posts from April, 2014

Daddy Issues

It's one of those days where I'm listening to my "Best of Taylor Swift" playlist with the volume all the way up and blog about my feelings. I'm not too sure why I'm feeling so angsty, but something tells me it's because I've been watching so much Gossip Girl lately and therefore am channeling my inner Blair Waldorf. Anyway, without further adieu I thought I'd talk to y'all today about a very serious issue very close to my heart: Daddy Issues. Today I'm going to talk a little bit about why our society chooses to make fun of victimized women for their own selfish benefit and how the type of thinking seen in this meme below needs to stop:

While I'm not opposed to sharing details of my personal life on this blog, I don't quite feel comfortable telling whoever clicks onto my page the intimate details of my relationship with my own dad, but I will go ahead and say that it's...difficult. But even if it wasn't, I would still want t…

The Universal University Uncertainty

First of all, I'm prouder than I should be about the title of this post. What can I say? I'm a wordplay nerd. But that's not why we're here today. Yesterday I brought one of my best friends from home to my college so he could stay the night and go to the admitted students open house that's currently going on, and all of this got me thinking about one year ago when I was weighing my options and trying to figure out where I wanted to spend the next four years of my life. To be fair, if we're talking about my life exactly one year ago, as in April 2013, at that point I had already been sold on JMU for a while, but I know for a lot of high school seniors that are sorting through acceptance letters or juniors unsure of where to even start, this time of year can be especially stressful. Hence why I'm writing today: let's do this college thing together. I don't have any siblings, so no one in my family paved the way for me and my parents; that also means t…

I Don't Like

I'm not a pessimist, I promise. That being said, on any given day there are at least a few things that put me on-edge. I don't like dwelling on those things, but at the same time...

I don't like people that insist upon standing on my heels when forming a line. Like, I get that we need to be organized, but I don't need to see the outline of your entire body or your flyaway hairs in my peripheral vision.

I don't like how the second I put on a decent coat of nail polish, I immediately feel a strong desire to pick it all off and scrape at my nail beds. I just end up with a waste of time and chipped off flakes of varnish all over the floor.

I don't like anonymous hatred. Y'know, those 140 character ambiguous rants that actually aren't that ambiguous after all. Subtweeting, anon inquiries, and Formspring-hate are a coward's method of problem-solving, and while I have anxiety, I don't let cowardice overcome what I choose to broadcast. You wouldn't …

How I Met Your Terrible Finale

Every April, bloggers worldwide attempt to write something every single day for an entire month. The project, cleverly titled BEDA (Blog Every Day in April), completely slipped my mind this year, as I haven't attempted since I was 16. In fact, when my friend Claire texted me about my lack of a blog post at 11:50 PM on April 1st, my reaction was one of total shock.

"I can't believe I forgot about BEDA!" I thought to myself, vowing to start bright and early the next day to make up for lost time. But guess what, y'all? Life happens, and here we are on the 4th day of April, BEDA-less. For that reason, I'm not promising a post every day for the rest of the month, but I will tell you that during my English lecture today I brainstormed a list of things to write about, so you may be hearing from me more often than usual. May.

So today I thought I'd alienate a good 75% of my readers by writing about the finale of CBS's How I Met Your Mother, also known as the …