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Top 5 Worst Things About Finals Week

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As I sit here in the library attempting to write all the papers I’ve been putting off all semester long, I find myself continuing to procrastinate by writing this blog post. Finals Week absolutely sucks, there’s no denying it. It’s the time of the semester when the only thing you find yourself actually somewhat motivated to do is lay in bed and do nothing at all. All of this being said, now that I’m actually in the library, here are the Top 5 Worst Things about Final Week.

5. Lack of a Social Life. This one is pretty subjective, but for most people, interacting with friends is a dangerous thing to do during finals week.  Even if you choose to study in a group of your friends, it’s a proven fact that no good can come from even attempting to learn in a social environment. Familiar faces and exciting gossip are the #1 distraction during finals and will be the cause of all your problems. STAY AWAY FROM FRIENDS.

4. Inability to Look Like a Normal Human Being. You’re spending all of your time either eating, sleeping, or studying, so chances are, you have very little time to keep your physical appearance in tip-top condition. This is one of the only times that seeing someone on campus in sweatpants is the norm, and no make-up and wet hair become second nature. Bags under the eyes? It’s totally the hot new look. My only suggestion is to embrace your finals week beauty and just let it happen, my friends. Your life will go on if you don’t look perfect. I promise.

3. Lack of Seats with Plugs in the Library. If you’re anything like me, you know that the first hour of “studying” in the library is actually spent searching all 6 floors of the library for not only somewhere to sit, but somewhere to sit with an easily accessible electrical outlet. If you are somehow able to get a cubby with an outlet in it, you reign supreme during finals week. Otherwise, you have the choice of stalking out your prey until they decide to leave or planting your derriere on the ground and sucking it up.

2. Inability to Focus. I’m sitting here writing a blog when I have 3 finals to study for and 3 papers to write. Need I say more? If somehow all students were granted a prescription of Adderall, I think a majority of finals week problems would be solved. It’s the worst when you get to the point where you just stare at your open book for a ridiculous amount of time but just don’t have the mental capacity to even attempt to try and decipher it. After a certain period of time, the English language becomes hieroglyphics, and you have no option but to keep on truckin’.

1. Lack of Sleep. For me, at least, this is the #1 worst part of finals week. If you’re anything like me, you probably get an average of 4 hours of sleep a night during finals. This, my friends, is just a fact of life, and a shitty one, at that. Just remember kids, you can sleep when you’re done with finals you’re dead.

It is unfortunately now time for me to return to my studies. Over and out, kids, and the best of luck to you during this wretched week from Hell.

The 8am Dilemma

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OBVIOUSLY, I'm a fashion expert.

This semester, for me, is just about the easiest semester I think I will ever have in my college career. Not only do I have the same teacher for 3 of my classes, but she’s been sick for over half of the time class has met, so the intellectual level of discussion in the classes has dropped significantly. In addition to that lucky and somewhat unfortunate circumstance, I have only 2 classes on Mondays (one of which is Meditation and Relaxation), one class on Wednesdays (Photography), and no classes on Fridays. Needless to say, I am clearly living the hard-knock life. However, the one downfall to my easy MWF schedule is my Tuesdays and Thursdays: I have an 8am lecture class.  The problem with my 8am isn’t the class itself; I actually really enjoy Graphic Communications. And once I’m actually in the classroom, I’m wide awake and ready to tackle the day. Which leaves us with the ultimate 8am dilemma: WHAT DO YOU WEAR?!

Now, I’m no fashionista. In fact, if I attempt to put together an outfit by myself, I have to consult several people first before wearing it out in public. This being said, you will most likely see me wearing a t-shirt and either jeans or Nike shorts; I don’t make things very difficult for myself. However, there is the rare occasion that I might want to put a little effort into my outfit. When this does happen, people usually over-compliment me on my attire: “Well don’t you look super cute today!” “Why are you dressed up so fancy?!” That’s how rare it is for me to be seen looking put-together.

It’s the days that I have 8ams that are really the most confusing, though. There’s a happy medium: you don’t want to look like you rolled out of bed, but you also don’t want to look like you’re going off to prom. If you’re one of those people that actually do roll out of bed and go off to class, I commend you. I did this for a long time, but it came the point where I began to smell, so I had to make a change in my routine. If you can rock the whole ‘rolling out of bed’ tactic, by all means, keep doing it. And when I say ‘rolling out of bed’ I don’t mean literally getting out of bed and walking straight to class; pajamas are for sleeping and any pajama-themed event, people. What I mean is not showering, washing your face, touching your hair, or fixing your makeup (notice I didn’t say not brushing your teeth…for the love of all things human, please brush your teeth). Another note on the ‘rolling out of bed’ tactic: if you have a whole slew of classes immediately after your 8am, do not do this. I can guarantee that you will begin to smell and people will notice.

If you’re one of the people that feels the need to impress every living creature walking by you, then by all means, please continue waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to perfect your hair and makeup. You can look good enough for both of us. However, if you simply just want to look somewhat put together, you can’t go wrong with jeans. Especially at this time of year, jeans literally go with absolutely every single item of clothing you have in your closet (again, I’m no stylist, but for most people, this holds pretty true). And coming from experience, getting up a little earlier to bathe yourself and blow-dry your hair really isn’t the end of the world; it’s oftentimes worth the extra effort.

So here’s the ultimate dilemma: more sleep, less cleanliness vs. less sleep, more cleanliness. See? When I put it that way it’s a little bit harder to decide, am I right?…Okay maybe I’m the only one who would choose sleep over anything in life, but oh well.

*Note: Even when I was in high school, I rarely dressed to impress. More often than not, I would stumble in late wearing sweats, Uggs, a t-shirt and my Northface jacket. Keep in mind, however, that school started at 7:10, so I don’t need anymore of an excuse than that.

5 Reasons Why Tweens Shouldn’t Exist

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If you don’t know what a ‘tween’ is, you are lying. Technically speaking, a tween is someone between the stages of being a child and a teenager; they range in age from 9 to 15. The most important thing anyone needs to know about a tween is that they are the most obnoxious living things known to man. Yes, I am well aware that at some point in my life I, myself, was a tween. After coming to terms with this fact, however, I realized that tweens today are incredibly more obnoxious and unnecessary than the tweens of my generation. This is largely attributed to the fact that almost all tweens today are exposed to media in large doses and that most of them now have iPhones, Facebook accounts and twitter accounts, thus leading them to think that they are God’s gift to the earth. If you are a tween and you are reading this: child, you are nothing special. So without further ado, here are the top 5 reasons why Tweens should not exist.

They dress like baby prostitutes. Yes, I did just quote mean girls. But the phrase could not be more adequate. Being between the ages of 9 and 15, most tweens have yet to encounter any weight issues and are still just skin and bone. Because of this, they feel the need to show off their skinny asses by wearing booty shorts and barely-there shirts. No. I actually don’t want to see your ass-cheeks and your flat as a board stomach while I’m shopping at Wal-Mart, thanks. If you need any more clarification, I stole this picture from an 11 year-old girl’s tumblr. Enough said.

They abuse social networking sites. Alright, so do a lot of college kids, but tweens really take the cake on this one. They feel the need to profess to the world every single meaningless aspect of their life. From whiny statuses to frequent MySpace pictures (clearly they didn’t get the memo), their Facebooks make me want to throw up. Tweens even play stupid games where they post a FB status along the lines of “truth is…” which means that their friends are supposed to write on their wall something that starts with “truth is…”. I wish I was joking. And don’t even get me started on twitter. Tweens’ tweets are comprised of two things: professions of love to Justin Bieber or complaints about how horrible their life is because their parents won’t let them go to Warped Tour unsupervised.

They only communicate via text-talk. You’d think that these kids were mute by the amount of time they spend attached to their cell phones. Tweens text like they are being paid to do so, and the way they text is just downright stupid. ‘Omggz gurl cum 2 mii casa 2dai so we can take pics in da mirrorrrr.’ Just stop. What’s worse is seeing a group of tween girls walking in the mall and literally every single one of them is glued to their phone. Why did you even get together today if you weren’t even going to speak to each other?

Their life is one big drama. Mom grounded you from the computer so you can’t tweet back to Justin Bieber and watch Teen Mom. BOO-HOO. There’s no need to go all psycho-freak and threaten to kill yourselves. Wait, Sally didn’t show up to the sleepover because she already had plans? Yep, you’re right. She hates you and you totally have every right to spread rumors about her and then cry about it to all of your friends, in addition to posting some sappy song lyrics as your Facebook status and tweeting up a storm.

We keep getting older, they stay the same age. There will always be tweens; there is no way around it. Even when we are 50, tweens will still be whining and pissing me off.