It's just now starting to hit me that soon, I'll be considered a "real" adult
I don't want to be walked all over because I'm so kind to everyone. But I also don't want to be labeled the bitch because I don't take crap from others.
Oh my god!! I'm 21!! I can officially go to 21+ concerts!!
Here's a shoutout and a farewell to those X's on my hands.
Sometimes writers are so busy being normal people that they forget how to become a writer again.
I'm a crazy college couponer, but IT WORKS.
As I sit in the library, trying to think of article ideas for Her Campus and procrastinating on my Philosophy essay, I realize that I've come a long way since being a junior in high school.
I graduate in two years (YIKES), so it's time for a goals list. Can I accomplish it all before May 2018?
People never quite understand what it means to have anxiety, or be studying something the opposite.
I saw Delta Deep last night in Northampton, where I had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I thought would never happen.