Introducing: The Poetry Concierge [Reblog]

Just answer a few questions and she’ll try to figure out a poem you’d like. She’s already made several suggestions for other [potential] poetry lovers and I think her offer is awesome. Let’s see how good she is…

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Reblog: Midterm Stress Relief Week: House of Cards

In honor of the release of season 2 of “House of Cards,” winter quarter midterms, and my blogging laziness. Cheers. Check out the rest of the Midterm Stress Relief

Stressing Out College

After a long day of running around campus, it’s time to slip into a granny sweater, make some scorching hot tea, and watch some good ol’ House of Cards for Day 3 of Midterm Stress Relief Week.

The show, starring Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright and directed by David Fincher, premiered on February 1. I started watching it the day after and am only four episodes into the show. So far, it’s pretty damn good. Spacey’s character Frank Underwood is passed over for the position of Secretary of State by the candidates, including President, he helped get elected. He slowly and very surely enacts a plot to dismantle the new Secretary candidate and get his overall revenge. He’s so bad, he’s good. Aside from his lovely wife Claire, we the audience are Frank’s confidante as Spacey breaks the fourth wall to reveal is true nature. Spacey and Wright make a…

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Reblog: A Blog Post I Will Probably Regret

I don’t often reblog, but when I do… it’s freaking worth it. Millenials are no more lazy and entitled than menstruating women are hyper-emotional and bitchy.

"Be like Aslan," she wrote.

I’m tired, y’all.

Tired of not fully understanding my French reading. Tired of not having proper time to go the the Rec. Tired of my phone being broken.

Above all, dear reader, I am tired of being a Millennial.

Not because I’m ashamed of my Millennial brothers and sisters. Not because I wish I was born in another era (that’s a whole other story). But because I’m tired of being bashed in popular media.

I read anotherarticle the other day which sarcastically mocked 20-somethings. And it just might have been the straw that broke the 20-something’s back.

Hi, I’m an entitled and broke 20-something and today I’m here to share with you some tips and tricks to grocery shopping on a budget that I’ve picked up over the past year and a half. You see, I graduated college a year and a half ago and, without meal plans or…

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‘Twas the Night Before College

Is it cheap to reblog one of your own posts from your own site? Maybe, but I can’t really care right now as classes start tomorrow and it’s almost midnight. Screw it.

Here’s a poem I wrote two years ago, when I had yet to become a part of this post-secondary pandemonium, when I was still bright-eyed and fresh, a pristine vessel ready to be filled with the creamy wisdom that college had to offer.

No, that wasn’t sexual. Just read the damn poem.

Stressing Out College

Dedicated to my fellow victims of pre-college jitters.

‘Twas the night before college, when all through my head
My thoughts formed a clutter of worry and dread.
The fears of what lay ahead of me were deep,
Preventing my mind from getting some sleep.

I sprang from my bed in my jittery distress.
“If I don’t sleep right now, I’ll wake up a hot mess.”
But these questions wouldn’t stop agitating my mind,
Bombarding me from the front and from the behind.

Will there be people I meet, who will like me for me?
Or will I have to compete in a social Grand Prix?
I’ll oil my engine and shine up my hood.
Heck, who am I kidding? I’m a loner for good.

Is everything ready, my supplies all set?
Is there anything that I happened to forget?
What if I’m late or I can’t find my class?
And…

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