I had a really good one-week summer vacation. I did the whole summer semester thing so I could hurry up and get my degree thus my summer break was relegated to a one-week cruise and Ed Sheeran to end the bittersweet season.
Let me tell you, after waiting for about 6-7 hours to go see Ed at the Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas my mind could only formulate a single conclusion: My. Life. Has. Been. Made. I finally got to see my favorite artist of all-time (proudly stating that fact!) and I was at a pretty decent spot so yes, life’s good.
Valentine’s Day went by faster than the sold out displays at Pandora. Although it was fun to over-indulge in chocolate and see instagram photos of your friends who actually have a valentine (living vicariously through them!), it also gave me a rather clear picture of why being single is a great thing. Also, my family left for a weekend road trip and since I had Friday class I couldn’t go with them, when my brother came home on Monday he immediately asked about his turtle which my dad placed outside the day they left. I just stared at my brother and said, “What turtle?” the horror on his face snapped me back to reality. I forgot we had a turtle and it’s been outside for 3 days in the winter! Don’t worry though, it’s still alive. My point basically is I didn’t even remember my brother had a turtle much less took care of it, how can I remember anything to do with a man when sometimes I don’t even notice the change in months? So the next time you want a gigantic teddy bear, remember the one best thing about being single:
You see love for what it really is.
Here’s the thing about being single: you see everything. Every PDA couples have in the student union, every small argument you hear in the library and even their regular talks on the way to class. You’re not absorbed in your own love affair so there’s really no distracting you from being observant. You analyze people and their interactions and question the happiness level of what must be the hundredth couple you pass by being all stereotypically nauseating. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that there are couples who really understand each other on a deeper level; those who have everything figured out between them and reach the level of real love. But when you’re waiting in line at Starbucks having to watch the couple in front of you discuss who’s cuter or who loves who more after celebrating their 3rd week anniversary, you question what motivates people to even go out and date. Is it a social requirement to have someone constantly manhandling you now? Yeah sure, lust makes your relationship exciting but when being with one person constantly fizzles that out what do you have left? I think respect, understanding and the ability to be independent is the foundation of a great love but how can you find one with someone else if you haven’t found it within yourself? To see love for what it really is, you have to see yourself for whatever your purpose is. A significant other can’t find yourself for you.
And if any of you are wondering, yes this is my single appreciation post.
Kanye, Lindsay Lohan, And More Candidly Discuss Hollywood Fame And Failure In Incredible ‘City Of Angels’ Music Video
Jared Leto and Thirty Seconds To Mars have gone viral with a video that may very well convince you to pack up your things and move directly to Los Angeles. The out of the box music video for their recent single City of Angels is an ode to both sides of Los Angeles–the fame and triumphs, but also the price of that success, and the virulent underbelly that plagues much of the city. Featuring the likes of Kanye West, James Franco, Lindsay Lohan, Ashley Olsen, and more, Thirty Seconds To Mars has put together what’s undoubtedly one of the more creative music videos in recent memory. [tc-mark]
I read chick-lit and romantic comedies religiously, and I have finally accepted that my taste in books ranges at a very short distance. I’ve had my taste of Tolstoy, Machiavelli and even Willa Cather, but I just find them a bore. My excuse is to each this own, and it’s as simple as that. My passion belongs to the heart-squirming novellas of Jamie McGuire, Stephanie Perkins and Nichole Chase. In high school this was normal. A 16-year-old lagging around a copy of Lola and the Boy Next Door was expected. It was when I sat down in my first lecture of World Literature during my sophomore year of college that I realized having a strong preference for teen novels is not very alluring in the world of academia.
I’m no English major, which is a good thing knowing that I easily get bored with the classics, but intellectual snobs in this day age are unavoidable. I do wish that I had a better interest in reading the JAMA and the Lancet. I really do want to finish the copy of The Scientific American that’s just collecting dust at the far end of my desk. In time, I will get all that work done but it’ll be done out of my own free-will and not because I was pressured to do so by those in my field. I will not yield to the intellectual snobbery that comes with finding out about my “pre-mature” preference of the written word coupled with the fact that I’m in pre-medicine. My love for girly teen novels has nothing to do with my interest in science. I do not want to become a cardiac surgeon because I want to “fix a broken heartache from the boy next door”. That sounds absurd and is sadly the favorite punch line of most intellectual snobs. I have my interests and have been quiet about them for a long amount of time. But I don’t see the point of doing so anymore. I’m a college student well aware of what science and classic literature is and will no doubt pursue a medical degree. But I’m also a huge fan of Suddenly Royal, Beautiful Disaster, Anna and the French Kiss and so many more. I may have an unconventional taste in books, but I cannot and will not apologize for it.
5. You can finally mind your own business because nobody cares about your business.
This realization hit me my first week of class. I was placed in a whole new setting where everyone’s just doing their own thing and not minding others around them. High school was mostly about that, whether you went to a huge public school or pretty modest private school, everyone was up in everyone’s business. In high school, you knew a girl who knew a girl who has a cousin who got kicked out for whatever reason or that the person sitting at the back of the room’s name is Rosie and that she has the loudest giggle in class. In college, you probably won’t know the name of the person sitting next to you in your intro classes – of about 300 people – and you definitely wouldn’t care about their giggle. You just wanna get in and get out of class with as information about the lecture as possible. Socializing is reserved for hipster nights at the local cafe, frat parties on greek row or study groups in the library. I’m pretty thankful that this is how the situation was in college; four years surrounded by affluent school girls and traditional teachers can take it’s toll on your private life.
4. There will a a load of cute guys (and girls) everywhere. Do not get distracted!
Literally, eye-candy is found everywhere! College is a big step up from hormone-crazy high school. Everyone is not as awkward and everyone is a bit more confident doing their own thing. Case in point, it makes people appear way more attractive. If said cute guy decides to sit beside you in Psych 101, please don’t spend the entire semester ogling him. Ask him out or something! If you’re not about that life, just don’t appear like an awkward stalker. As for high school sweethearts, good luck keeping them!
3. Parties must be kept to minimum to maintain a fairly decent GPA.
You’re in college, you’re free, woohoo! Time to party! Classes? Psh, I’ll ace ’em all! NO. Noooo. It’s not a domino effect. It’s a seesaw. One goes up while the other goes down; you just have to make a clear distinction of which. My advice for you is to not go out ever single night and drown yourself in alcohol or even dance the night away. Good grades and a great social life only happen in movies or books. It’s a myth and for some people a lifelong dream. (which i absolutely have no idea why) I spent a bulk of my freshman year focusing on the actual work I needed to get done; I’ve already had a bad experience with my chemistry grade dipping back in high school and I definitely do not want that to happen in college. You can’t fake a good paper, and you definitely can not cram for midterms or finals. Do what you have to do to stay in school and graduate. Have some fun if you will… just not ever night of the week.
2. Stop spending and start saving! Plus it helps with the Freshman 15.
Junk food is cheap, soda is cheap and everything else that’s considered garbage for your body (or mind) is cheap. Do not give in to the temptation of having chips for breakfast everyday, a diet coke and McDonald’s for lunch and a dose of ramen every night. Junk will not get you through the semester without having to spend on ten new pairs of jeans. Believe me, I am all about the ramen.. but you gotta start eating something healthy. Get a huge bag of salad maybe? Munch on an apple? Stop refilling your Diet Coke. It will help you down the line. Also, if you start taking notice of where your money is going maybe you won’t be in huge debt by the time your undergrad is over. The little things add up and someday you’re gonna be thinking about all the things you wasted your money on and how you could have invested it elsewhere.
1. Make friends, get involved and enjoy your freshman year.
You start new. So go make a ton of friends and filter them out along the way. I know it sounds condescending, but it’s true. You’ll meet a ton of people that you’re gonna get along with but those who will really make a mark on your life will only be a selected few. Which is a good thing; you wouldn’t wanna be stuck in a crowd full of people who don’t really know you for the next four years. You wanna be surrounded by lifelong friends who’ll remember specific moments of happiness with you. Choose your friends wisely! Personally, I wish I was more involved my freshman year. I didn’t participate in a lot of things, which can be a bad thing since it’ll lead me to be stagnant. If you find your niche and you get involved with organizations that kind of fuel that, you’ll be placed in an environment where you can grow and connect with people who might be your coworkers or colleagues one day. It’s a great resource for future employment and overall a great way to socialize. (The sobriety and substantial conversations are big factors) Lastly, enjoy your first year. It’s filled with intro classes so if you just learn how to manage your time and stay on top of everything, you’re gonna be able to fill your freshman year with memories and great adventures.
(messing around with the Paper by 53 app..haha)
Good Luck and Godspeed.
The future + time travel + dinosaurs + Dean Geyer = fictional heaven. Terra Nova was such an amazing production and I’m still reeling from it’s cancellation. I loved the entire story line and was amazed by the medical advances (invasive no more) happening in the future that they are using in the past. I know it’s a tad confusing and maybe that’s why the show was cancelled but if you’ve kept up from episode 1 then you’ll understand my fandom.
Basically, the show revolves around a family set in the distant future and they’re living in a dying world. The mother gets an opportunity to relocate her family to a million (billion?) years to the past in the set up colony of Terra Nova. There they start a new life and transition to a new world where dinosaurs exist! You actually have to watch it to understand it’s intricate story life and strong characters. My favorite of which are Maddy Shannon and Mark Reynolds. And okay, I admit that their specific story line is what got me hooked.
So instead of wallowing in my sadness of yet another great show being cancelled, I encourage you guys to check it out for yourself! Season 1 left of with kind of a happy ending so you won’t be all too disappointed for it to be gone. It’s on Netflix, just so you know.
So I joined this Biomedical summer program at my college for the summer and I’ve really been enjoying it. It’s only been my second week but I feel like science is where I belong. Yes I actually enjoy running gels (DNA is fun!) and dissecting a fetal pig, but this career is way more than what I’ve expected it to be. I’m only experiencing a tiny part of what I wanna do for the rest of my life – that is to go into medicine – and it’s already taken up so much of my time and effort. What I’m trying to get at is that at some point in you’re life you’re going to have to make hard choices, and more often than not you’ll have to let go of something you’ve held onto for a very long time.
I look at my professors and I see competent, intelligent and adventurous people. I’m guessing most of them are single, so I have a pretty good idea of their commitment towards the sciences. This leads me to ask myself: am I willing to sacrifice time, energy and, yes, some of my wants to have the career that I’m aiming for? I didn’t even need a second to think about it; I was probably born to have a Type A personality. I want that medical career and the fulfillment that (hopefully will) come with it. But I also know that I have to put in double the time and double the effort for things to even be on the same path I want it to go on.
As this realization kicks in, I have to give myself multiple reality checks. Things won’t always go the way they’re planned, and it may even go haywire in the process. Be. Prepared. For. The. Worst. (I have got to start listing down my daily mantras, they’re piling up!) Okay, so I know most people already have this kind of mindset-slash-expectations, but there are (and I am positive there are) people who focus too much, give up too much and fail drastically. Reality is unsettling but it can also be reformed or even fixed. I have one simple approach to this situation: make sure you have plan A to Z. As sad as that sounds, that really is my approach so I hope it helps!