When we think of ✨🍾NYE🍾✨, we tend to get into these mindsets for some odd reason:
1. You have to find someone to fall in love with ASAP so you can share a maJiKaL KiSs~ with at midnight.
2. You have to give yourself the, “It’s just NYE, I’m happy being single. New year, new me!” pep talk.
3. You have to get so lit that you won’t recall what happened, aka you can kiss a rando or you can be passed out without a care in the world.
The brown carpet of the leisure center is itchy, but we all sit on the floor, talking and giggling with each other as we wait for the studio to open so we could start our evening rehearsals for Nutcracker.
“Hey did you guys see Josh’s bulletin on MySpace? It was like ‘goodbye call 911 I’m going to do something dumb’ or something and he put his address. I can’t really remember but it was like weird kind of??”
The girls with internet on their flip phones pull them out and try to look. A few other friends had just texted us inquiring about Josh’s bulletin.
He’s a joker; he likes attention and he pulls so many pranks, it’s hard to keep count! Continue reading →
(If you take a pic of this ^ you can go to ‘Add Friends’ and then ‘Add By Snapcode’ and then boom, you’re welcome)
Back in 2000 and late, Snapchat was just another app that I found myself uninterested in; it was new and popular, so of course, being the non-conformist that I am, I refused to become another follower of a social media trend. Stick it to the man, right?
I have a shared data plan with my mom and sister, and I commute to and from work in the mornings. Let me tell you, Soundcloud is NOT YOUR FRIEND if you have shared data, okay?
On my way to work one heavily trafficked morning, I’m listening to #IChooseCruz on Power106, and they’re talking about what is worse: cheating physically or cheating emotionally. Because it’s radio, there isn’t much time for explanation, but basically cheating physically would involve the physical act of… cheating, while cheating emotionally would be a little more open ended, but nevertheless involving anything ranging from seeking advice to confiding in someone who is not your significant other.
After that initial and brief explanation, what do you think is worse?
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I first learned that in high school in my Latin II class. My teacher explained that you musn’t speak ill of the dead; as long as you are alive, you can defend yourself and your actions. Once someone has passed, you can not and should not speak badly of them because they don’t have the ability to defend themselves, no matter what you think of their actions.
wait i have real life questions i’m asking you as my advice columnist which i think you would be really good at
whats the question
do you think there is anything wrong with playing the field if you’re not exclusive? is this part of our culture today? the reason why people can’t find true love because they’re always constantly searching or does this mean i’m not interested enough in either? or like wah.
“Please write me a story about the French dude who dresses like he’s from a classic 80’s movie like the Breakfast Club, loves music (particularly the Drive soundtrack), and uses the French public bike system to get to the techno club every Friday to dance, or shall I say, kick-ball-change, alone. Except one Friday he sees me dancing alone at the techno club as well, and we kick-ball-change in unison…. Timeline can either span across the summer while I’m in Paris, or can cover our long distance relationship as well. Thnx bye.”
Sorry I write very stream-of-consciously and don’t plan out the stories. I just imagine it and write as I go, and after finishing and rereading the prompt, it might not have satisfied it exactly. Oops.
PLEASE NOTE: I’m still friends with a lot of friends from college and I’ve grown up (maybe) since my 2nd year of college, so I’ve fabricated some events and catered them to sound more story-like than real to convey a fun read rather than to bash on anyone. I’m not even sharing this on any social media, so I doubt anyone will find it, but I’m providing this disclaimer just in case.
As Beyonce said in the bridge of Destiny’s Child’s “Survivor”:
You know I’m not gon’ diss you on the internet,
cause my mama taught me better than that.
Without further ado, let’s begin.
I’ve always had commitment issues. From changing my profile picture on MySpace to going from “liking” a boy to “like-liking” a boy, I was the girl who went to prom with her best guy friend because, like N’SYNC once sang, there were noOo strings attached. Continue reading →