tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64227922118481723582024-02-19T06:02:40.096-08:00As Told By Alainaalwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-50419141112262189472015-01-29T19:08:00.001-08:002015-03-14T06:22:41.755-07:00Book Review: Dirty RushTaylor Bell is one bad ass girl. I spent most of the time reading this book trying to decide if this girl was actually real, then not really giving a shit, then praying to the Gucci-Gods that she was, in fact, a real person. Side note: I still have no idea if she's real. Asking for a friend.<br />
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I've never been in a sorority. I've never had a desire to be in one. I've never yearned for letters on my shirt or the insane "structure" of having to be at a certain place at a certain time pretty much <i>all </i>the time. (I like my naps.) I do, however, have plenty of really close friends who are/were in sororities and absolutely loved it. And since I respected them, I reluctantly also respected the sorority culture- all personal feelings aside. It's not that I deeply had anything against sororities, I just didn't<i> get</i> them. <i style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Dirty Rush </i> was the insight I needed into that world (even if I've left that college world already).<br />
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A quick and fluffy read about the story of a girl's freshman year, her crush on a frat boy and her journey of a decision to join a sorority turns into a hellish nightmare that even gave me (a non-sorority sista) anxiety. Taylor Bell is a lucky bitch who gets an immediate bid for an elite sorority, gets a hot boyfriend and has a perfect tit-to-waist ratio all within her first semester of college. But before you can get too jealous (and silently comparing your dining hall days and awkwardness of your own freshman year) Taylor's life gets shaken up like a Margarita on the rocks when a sex tape comes out with a girl who looks suspiciously like her. Quick shout-out to the sleazy Total Frat Move for making her an internet celebrity overnight, Taylor had the whole school requesting to be her friends on every form of social media-- and the sorority full of her newfound besties asking her to resign.<br />
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Taylor, being the badass heroine that she is, clears the shit out of her name in 20 pages flat. Without ruining too much of the book (and I probably did already- sorry, but the book is short as hell) she has the courage to stick up the the ~haterz~, walk away from the fuckbois and essentially "Shake It Off" in a way that would make even Taylor Swift jealous. (As if any one could <i>actually</i> do that).<br />
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Truth is, about 90% of the book is Taylor's detailed recollection of Adderall and Redbull, Adderall and water, and Adderall just in general. About 10% of the book contains the actual plot (the fact that she'd been framed in a sex tape). But I didn't mind. It's a great read for the beach, a train ride or if you're all I-don't-want-to-deal-with-anyone-gonna-bury-myself-in-a-book-for-3-hours type of mood. Sidenote: Totally into those moods. Totally support them. Totally chic.<br />
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Whether Taylor is real or not, one of the coolest parts of the book was the foreword written by Rebecca Martinson. You know, the girl who became virally famous for writing a less-than-classy email to her sorority a few years ago. If you don't remember this scandal, you're probably to young for this book bro. If you need a refresher I've provided a link: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/22/michael-shannon-deranged-sorority-girl-rebecca-martinson_n_3132152.html<br />
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Have fun reliving the "deranged sorority girl" memz. I know I did.<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-8421252724776116202015-01-29T09:52:00.000-08:002015-01-29T09:52:27.364-08:00West Coast VibesLately among the "blizzard" terrifying all of the east coast into hibernation, and the icky grey days outside (where u at sun??) I can only think about California, sunshine, palm trees and the very faint memory of what it was like to wear sunglasses.<br />
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With a passionate love for all parts of California (but a huge shout out to Disneyland) I made started creating out fits with different parts of Cali in mind. Whether for a night out, a day at the office or brunch with your bestie - check out these looks for an instant west coast vibe this spring.<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-86495030744456717722015-01-19T23:14:00.000-08:002015-01-19T23:50:37.652-08:00Bar Bae I met you in a bar in Philadelphia when your semester had just started and my relationship had just ended. You had a blue shirt on and you were dancing alone, the room was full of dancing people- but I saw you.<br />
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I met you in a bar in Philadelphia after swearing up and down that I never wanted to talk to a boy again. <i>"Tequila will be my boyfriend!"</i> I screamed as I inserted two dollars into the Trolley coin slot. In my little crop top and black mini skirt, I was looking for myself. I wasn't looking for you.<br />
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I met you in a bar in Philadelphia and I never wanted to meet another boy again. You put your number in my phone and you looked at me like you were the luckiest boy on earth. "<i>I can't even stand how he's looking at you," </i>my best friend said right before I let myself decide that I should probably give you my number too.<br />
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I met you in a bar in Philadelphia and one week later you called me your girl. I didn't know you could feel fireworks and that you could be so recklessly high without a drug- but it turns out you can. It was moving fast and it scared you. It was moving fast and it didn't scare me at all.<br />
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I met you in a bar in Philadelphia, but somewhere between the 'i miss you' texts and the wine bottles I found myself thinking of you in some of the most beautiful cities in the world. I wasn't sure who I was, you weren't sure who you wanted to be. I couldn't come to your party because I was 300 miles away.<br />
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You met her in a bar in Philadelphia. Your new relationship had just started and my relationship had just ended.<br />
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Lately my fashion choices have been just like my mind: scattered. Upon trying to assemble an outfit for a night out- I realized that just about every city has a different 'vibe' when it comes to nighttime ensembles. Try too hard and you'll stick out, not trying hard enough could end in buying allll the drinks for yourself. And who does that, am I right? </div>
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My old college town (Indiana, PA) was a pretty much anything goes type of place. During the day it was all leggings and sweatshirts, but at night it became all crop tops, mini skirts and beer bongs. The cool thing about it was everyone was extremely accepting, and if you wore yoga pants to the club no one really gave a shit. My friends and I were absolutely obsessed with a dive bar where jeans and crop top was the perfect go to- but dresses were welcome too (if you were celebrating a special occasion or just got dumped). </div>
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New York City is a tough cookie to crack. In Manhattan anything goes, but if you wanna make an impression (and let's be real, you do) you gotta look like money. Leather skirts and crop tops are my dream combination, but not exactly accepted everywhere. If you're looking to try an extreme look, New York would probably be the place to do it. </div>
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Pittsburgh is one laid back, beer-drinking city. Most times I like to stay low key, unless I'm going to Southside or Oakland. I like to be prepared for pretty much anything in Pittsburgh, because the neighborhoods are so diverse. Regardless of where you're at though, a beer is probably your best accessory. </div>
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Brooklyn is a hipster-ass place. Since it's still New York weird things are cool and extreme fashions are accepted. I like to go for a more bohemian vibe in Brooklyn/Williamsburg because it's a tad more humble then Manhattan. I like to get a little Gossip Girl meets Coachella vibe here and mix super-classy with down-to-earth pieces. </div>
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Philadelphia is everything. So you have to dress for everything. Fishtown will get you and indie/hipster vibe. Center City you want to look a little classy. Either way you wanna look hot. I try to stick with leggings when I go to Philly, because they're pretty versatile and not too much. A trendy piece like leopard flats are an awesome touch to any outfit and makes it look super-chic. </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-1197762561736091282015-01-18T20:57:00.003-08:002015-01-19T23:16:53.020-08:00Flame Games When you really love something, it's funny how willing you are to go back to it.<br />
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This all became clear to me when I asked my mom if we could go back to Vero Beach this spring with our remaining timeshare points.<br />
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"But you got stung by a jellyfish there, why would you want to go back?" She said.<br />
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Being stung by a jellyfish hurt. If you have never been stung by one, consider yourself blessed. If you have, then you know that the pain literally leaves you speechless. The pain is so extraordinary that you barely even process it until you've come back to the shore to lay down and ask yourself, what the fuck just happened? But it never stopped me from going back to the beach and going back into the ocean.<br />
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Overanalyzing this epiphany, as writers often do, I began to realize this was true of many aspects in my life. Getting burnt by the match didn't stop me from lighting my favorite Anthropologie candle (Volcano). Getting sick from Penn Station sushi didn't stop me from ordering Philadelphia rolls at just about every chance I get. But most importantly it made me realize that I would be willing to go back to anyone I love (friends, family, boys) even if there is a chance of getting "stung" again.<br />
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Maybe it's the Aries in me. Stubborn, headstrong, brave. But I like to think of it as more than that. They (<b><i>They</i></b> being the Tumblr/Twitter posts I stumble across late at night when I drank too much coffee after 5 p.m.) often say "Don't get burned by the same flame twice." I guess I don't believe in that. I guess I'd rather go for that flame until it completely burns out. Until there is nothing left to keep alive, and there's only ashes left.<br />
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However, the worst part is still trying to reignite a flame out of nothing but ashes. And I know that too.<br />
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And while I still hope for that flame to re-ignite, hopefully this time with a flame that would won't burn me, it's like wishing for the ocean to be free of jellyfish.<br />
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And for now, I'd rather take my chances. I'm still going in the ocean.<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-75884478609715955332014-11-27T22:54:00.001-08:002014-11-27T23:27:33.366-08:00Winter-Wear Vibes <div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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Whenever winter comes around I always want to wear the same thing everyday: hoodie. leggings. Ugg boots (not safe in the snow but…) and a face to match my hatred for the cold. </div>
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Though it's not new years eve yet, I've decided to start my resolution a little early: Dress chic. Even in winter. Lately I've been gravitating towards a lot of black accessories, a lot of red lips and a little bit of leopard print. I also have a long-sleeved maxi dress, a duster cardigan and a pair of Steve Madden ankle boots on my Christmas list this year that I can't wait to start wearing basically, like, every day. </div>
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Another resolution I'm starting a little early is the commitment to making at least one day a week a "me" day. A that is full of food, coffee, books, Netflix, journaling, tumbling… whatever I want. I plan for this day to also be full of comfy oversized sweaters, cute socks and an all-day top knot. </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-25108596339032887592014-10-08T20:11:00.003-07:002014-10-08T20:11:54.271-07:00Fall Fashun Kanye West once tweeted: "She asked when is fashion week…. uuuum… I thought it was every week??!!" <br />
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This year's fall fashion has been on. fucking. point. And by that I just mean that I am loving the leopard print. I am loving the tall boot/sock thing that's happening. And I'm loving the anything-goes-crop tops-sure-why-not attitude. Basically I'm obsessed with anything that makes me feel sexy and confident and ready for anything.<br />
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From dive bars to date nights to coffee runs (I think you can figure out which outfit is for which) here's a few picks from last week:<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-49760983622873838422014-10-08T18:59:00.001-07:002014-12-19T10:29:56.005-08:00Feeling twenty-twooo-oo-Ew. I'm not proud of this, but an episode of Teen Mom 2 just gave me a huge life epiphany. But first, let me back track for a second. The post-grad, early twenties situation that I've been warned about (and warned about, and <i>warned about</i>) was suddenly a reality. And it hit me hard.<br />
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To sum things up- I found myself saying goodbye to summer with no job, no boyfriend, no kitten and no friends within a 50 mile radius. Which was a complete 180 turn from everything I had known for the past few years. I was like, <i>I've seen this shit happen in movies… but it was never supposed to happen to me</i>. So I did what any 22-year-old with no crucial life commitments would do. I ran away. I escaped. I ran to Philadelphia. Then to Florida. Then back to Philadelphia. Then to Brooklyn. Then back to Philadelphia. And back to Philadelphia again. I reconnected with friends from all over- from high school, from college, from elementary school. I spent time with my mom, eating everything from sushi to escargot. I got super ambitious about a video game hobby and bought a 3DS. I developed a crush on Ansel Elgort, which even I admit, was long overdue. I tried a lot of different wines. I ventured into bars with sand on the floor, but in NYC (ironic, but I was into it.) I met a boy. He was great. Handsome. Hilarious. Awesome. I got a "big girl" job at one of my favorite clothing companies. And just as things began to look up- the post-grad-early-twenties situation came down hard again. And then I had to return to reality, and face the cold hard facts: Timing is everything, and your early 20's isn't really the time to settle, for anything.<br />
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And I'm not sure why, but it made something click. It made me realize that nothing right now is permanent. Nothing is worth over thinking, and stressing, and trying to change. Because that isn't what your early 20's are for. They're for the mistakes, the memories and the moments of life clarity (even if they are few and far between.) So in this overwhelmingly optimistic spirit of being 22, (and happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time) here's a collection of tumblr quotes that I just wanna put on teeshirts, paste on my walls and tattoo on my body. (by the way, I'm totally kidding, but they have been giving me some peace during this miserable and magical (oooo yeah *t swift voice*) time.)<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-62259846062589362492014-08-15T15:36:00.000-07:002014-11-27T20:34:06.160-08:00How To Be a Post-Grad. Post-grad life consists of day-long marathons of <i>The Hills</i>, copious amounts of Burger King chicken fries and a lack of showers. But despite what you may think, it's not easy. It's often a lack of good food, lack of money and a lot of self-loathing.<br />
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Though the job searching process is a rough one remember that some time off is good for the soul, even if it isn't for the wallet. This time off means you have no schedule and no commitments- if you're going to do that inexplicable lifelong-goal trip to the Kentucky derby, now is probably the time to do it. If you ever gonna learn Japanese just for fun, this would be the opportunity. You have all day long to work on that Miranda Kerr body, so you're out of excuses.<br />
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To keep yourself sane during this "in-between" period of life (and keep some dollars in your pocket) here are a few things I find that help:<br />
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1. LUSH shampoo bars - I recently discovered these and I swear I will never go back. I have oily hair, and often buy multiple brands of shampoos hoping that some combination will work. Upon using the Jumping Juniper bar (which smells like lilacs!) I knew that I had found my miracle. These bars ($10 a piece, but completely worth it) don't take much to lather up and are said to last for over 80 washes. Plus, it leaves my hair silkier and shiner than ever before and wards off oil for days.<br />
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2. Great jeans - In the few months of post grad, your weight will fluctuate. College jeans may not fit anymore. Anything but leggings feel like torture. American Eagle doesn't really cut it anymore. My solution came in an accidental sale where I needed a good deal: buy one get one free jeans at New York and Company… where I had a coupon. The jeans (which are actually great quality denim leggings) fit like a glove, adhere to the right places on my body (extra room in the hips and bum), and are super comfortable. Plus, one pair was free. The stretchy material also allows me to gain or lose pounds without having the "jeans" become completely useless. Good deal.<br />
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3. A good book - There are only so many episodes of Dating Naked that you can watch without thinking the world has completely and totally lost it. A good book will keep your brain from completely turning to slime after 8 hours of Spongebob. A good book will keep you company on a Friday night when you're out of bar money. A good book is your best friend. I swear by this.<br />
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BONUS: Great book recommendations: Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn, Dare Me - Meg Abbott, The Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Crank - Ellen Hopkins, Piece of Cake - Cupcake Brown, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac - Gabrielle Zevin, 13 Reasons Why - , White Girl Problems - Babe Walker<br />
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4. Duolingo app - This free app makes learning languages easy and fun. In a game-like format, the app offers basics in a wide variety of languages including Spanish and French. The app won't make you fluent, but it will definitely get you through a dream vacation (or a possible future business trip!)<br />
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5. A shoe for all seasons - Shoes aren't cheap. (Sadly.) So buying 18 pairs of sandals and flip-flops right now is probably not your best bet. While shoe shopping, opt for a pair that will transition smoothly into fall and winter. I personally love Vans slip-ons. They come in a lot of patterns and colors so chose one that suits your style best! Also, these are chic.<br />
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6. Blankets. - You can never have enough blankets at this stage in your life. They're great for when you have visitors. They're great to keep you warm without cranking up the heat (aka save you money). They are awesome to cuddle with during those Netflix binges. A big, soft one will be a little pricier, but I promise you it is worth a few extra bucks. The softer the better- you'll know when you feel it. You can get the on sale at TJ Maxx if you're looking for a really good deal.<br />
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7. RAMEN. - Okay, okay this is a personal comfort food. (I <b><i>love</i></b> it.) But in all honestly, it's awesome. On days when I didn't really want to cook, it was the perfect solution. On days when I just wanted something warm, it worked. On days when I forgot to go grocery shopping, it was my best friend. But the best part about ramen is, you don't just have to eat it as soup. Lately I've been using the noodles in stir fry dishes with chicken and vegetables, and it tastes awesome. Some people even add the noodles in salad for a nice crunch, or add peanut butter in the noodles to make a pad-thai type dish. All in all, ramen is pretty much all you need. Ramen is life.<br />
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xo hope you survive.<br />
also, don't stop job searching even if you cry.<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-4452665867988912752014-07-18T08:58:00.001-07:002014-12-20T19:15:52.828-08:00Why Going To a "Party School" Is the Best Education <br />
Miley Cyrus once said, <i>"Going out doesn't make you a bad person, just like going to church doesn't make me a good person."</i> I never expected to call a twerking ex-Disney star wise, but I'm gonna go ahead and call Miley pretty damn smart.<br />
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As I enter the battlefield of the job market (aka some sick and twisted version of The Hunger Games), I noticed a lot of interviews that absolutely have to mention my university's reputation. With a wink in their voice each time, it's like I can almost hear them saying <i>I know what you did for the last four years you crazy animal, </i>through the phone. I've tried laughing along with it, tried defending it, and once just flatly responded with "haha ya." (Which I really don't advice because it's basically the bitchy cousin of the "K" text.) I haven't decided if my school's reputation is helping or hindering me yet- but seeing as I currently don't have a job with a salary, I'm going to go ahead and assume that it's not exactly helping.<br />
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Looking back on my college career,and painfully reflecting on the X amount of dollars of debt that I'm <strike>probably </strike> most definitely in, I began to realize that all of my lessons and knowledge never took place in a classroom. Every skill and talent that I value myself for was not taught to me by a professor or a text book. I look back on the long weeks of classes, notes, papers and tests, and realized that while all of those things look good in my portfolio and reflected in a number (also known as a GPA), they aren't what make me a good communicator, a good writer or most of all, a good team member and friend.<br />
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So, for everyone who's currently attending a party school with hopes that your education will be valuable someday, or for anyone who has just graduated from a party school hoping that your university's name isn't a scarlet letter on your resume- just remember that your education is/was so, so much more than what you have on paper.<br />
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Here's why party school students are great:<br />
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<b>Time Management Skills are Top. Notch.</b><br />
Do you think we made it to graduation by blacking out every night to Rihanna's latest single with no sense of responsibility? Hell no. Every minute of our day was planned in order to meet every deadline. Every detail was thought out and executed from eating tons of carbs post-night out to drinking about 14 water bottles the morning after. We made it to every class on time, with time to stop at Starbucks in between. Every duck was precisely in a row while simultaneously dealing with a hangover- and if that doesn't make us superheroes, then I don't know what does. <br />
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<b>You Can Handle Pretty Much Any Crisis. Ever. </b><br />
Your friend did what last night? You ruined who's new Steve Maddens? You tweeted what lyrics <i>and </i>tagged your crush? Where are your keys? Oops. Good thing you are a pro at fixing problems by now.<br />
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You're practically a CEO at dodging exes at the bar and comforting your best friend when her crush leaves with another girl. You're a trained veteran at helping the girl who had a little too much at the party get home safe, and most of all, you know how to handle your own mistakes.<br />
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I know what you're thinking, if you were a responsible adult, you wouldn't make these mistakes. As a dedicated viewer of the adults on <i>The Real Housewives of Orange County</i>, I know this isn't true. Also, how would you learn to deal with mistakes if you never made them?<br />
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Also, you begin to learn that apologies are your best friend and to not sweat the small stuff- valuable for when you send that unnoticed grammar mistake in an to your boss.<br />
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<b>Socialization Skills = Off. The. Chain. </b><br />
Yeah, okay, we drank. We went to parties. Someone most likely has an embarrassing picture of us somewhere on their phone. But we met people that we never would have met in classrooms, from different majors and with different experience and skills that you've never even heard of. Conversations and connections were made with interesting people who you may have never talked to.<br />
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One of the things that bothers me about the school system is that you're immediately filtered into classes that only include students in your majors. Even many of your gen-eds were designed on a schedule centered around our majors.<br />
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Some of my favorite friends have no idea what public relations actually is- a nice breather from conversations about news releases, campaigns, and tough news reporting professors. Some of my best friends are training to be nurses, nutritionists, physical trainers, businessmen and teachers- people I never, ever would have met if I stayed in the Media or Journalism buildings day in and day out. I know people who only have friends in their major, which is awesome- they must have a great network of people to rely on throughout their career, but one of the things I'm looking forward to most in life is hearing the stories about these different careers, these different departments of employment, and learning from them.<br />
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<b>Money Budgeting Is Something You Learned Early On. </b><br />
Okay, if you're being honest, this probably took all four years to fully learn. There are probably many nights of ramen and scraping pennies together just to buy a gas station hot dog involved in this lesson. There are probably chilling memories of ordering $40 dollars worth of pizza and McDonald's receipts you found the next morning that made your stomach turn. (Or maybe that was just the hangover). But the fact of the matter is, you eventually learned your lesson- even if it did take awhile and cost you $150 dollars in french fries.<br />
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You also learned that nothing is free, going out to dinner without your parents requires you to actually pay for your food and that shots become 8 times more expensive after midnight. SAD.<br />
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You're strong as hell. You know how to deal with rejection- which is great when about 30 companies don't even email you back. You've learned when to trust that "this is bad situation" intuition. You've learned that not all people are what they seem to be, and that just because someone buys you a drink does not mean he wants to marry you. You learned that you're not a good dancer, but it's okay. You also learned that you should maybe stay away from karaoke nights for the rest of your life, but that's okay too. You got real about the fact that you're probably not going to be a millionaire a year out of graduation, and that you need to work hard for what you want.<br />
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Most of all, you've learned about yourself. Something no textbook, no teacher, or no university curriculum could ever teach you. Cherish that. Forever.<br />
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And just remember, while an Ivy School degree looks badass in a frame on a wall- your actual, valuable skills are badass. And you don't need a piece of paper to prove it. XO.<br />
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<b>You meet your first #KOLLEGE KRUSH* at the weird sketchy frat behind Taco Bell. </b></div>
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<b>You get to reunite with all of your friends yayyy!</b></div>
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<b>You're beginning to really discover yourself. Your dreams, your passions... Hard work is beginning to pay off! </b></div>
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<b>People begin asking you what your future plans are. </b></div>
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<b><br /></b>alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-13284986656947239162014-06-30T07:51:00.001-07:002014-06-30T07:51:59.121-07:00Amurrica!Independence Day is a hidden gem. Like, when you're a little kid in grade school and your teacher asks the class what their favorite holiday is, no one ever says the Fourth of July. They're totally missing out.<br />
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I can sum up the holiday in just one word: <i style="font-weight: bold;"><u>awesome. </u> </i> Let me explain:<br />
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First things first, there are literally hot dogs (or tofu dogs!!) and hamburgers, like, everywhere. I'm not even sure you can even escape the smell of them if you wanted to. So you know what they say- if you can't beat 'em join 'em. Have 10.<br />
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Second- the beloved college-party theme "AMURRICA" is literally everywhere, and it's great. Nothing I love more than tee shirts with American flags and various forms of stars and stripes running around aimlessly with cold beers in one hand and hot dogs in the other.<br />
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Third- At night time the sky is literally covered in <strike>fireworks </strike> glitter. And everyone is just quiet for like, 15 minutes, all looking at the same thing- all feeling the same emotion: Gotta get a pic for Instagram and caption it with Katy Perry "Firework" lyrics.<br />
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Plus, it's the only summer holiday that gets everyone out of work to actually run around in the hot weather that we complain about all summer long. This day is made for grills, cold drinks and some form of pool. Don't have a pool- channel your inner kid and run through a sprinkler or start up a water balloon fight. You'll only look silly for like, 2 minutes but it's worth it I promise.<br />
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-48563822005433054042014-06-30T07:35:00.001-07:002014-06-30T07:35:52.045-07:00Summer Reader: The Fever An ending can easily make or break a book for me. Even if it's in a series, your ending needs to be solid for me to be satisfied. <u>The Fever </u>by Megan Abbott has an interesting plot- Teen girls in a small town plagued with a mysterious illness, and they're dropping like flies. Speculations of the cause of the illness range from the town's toxic lake to demonic possession to a hybrid STD to a bad batch of the HPV vaccine.<br />
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The book often switches between the main characters, focusing on their different experiences and their personal attachment to the situation at hand. It goes from a parent's point of view, to an older brother's, to a best friend's without any strong voice or shift of events. It can get confusing, and even frustrating at times, but in the end it somewhat comes together and somewhat makes sense. Somewhat.<br />
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Abbott writes with a dream-like flow, using flashbacks and metaphors that read almost like poetry. Sometimes, it's hard to understand exactly <i>why </i>some parts were included, as they prove pointless to the plot of the story. Almost like fluff to fill the pages and distract you from the bigger picture. You want to believe all of the sidetracking relates to a bigger picture, but ultimately, it doesn't.<br />
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The book <i>will </i>stick with you, at least for a little while. It <i>will </i>make you question society. Are the vaccines we inject into our bodies actually harming us? Should we be more mindful of our water systems? But it <i>won't </i>prevail with a grand, ecological or life-changing ending:<br />
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See ahead if you wanna ruin it for yourself, if not and you want to read the book, mind that it's a slow first 100 pages, and then you can't put it down til the end. The end is a surprise, yes, but you almost wish that it was something else. I'd recommend it for someone who is looking for a book to pass the time, but I wouldn't immediately put it on my list of Top 10 recommendations. And that's all I'm gonna say. XO<br />
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The book comes short at the ending- not all questions answered. And not in a good way. Or thoughtful way. It feels like just a blatant laziness on Abbott's part.<br />
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While in the book it notes that many girls come into the hospital with the symptoms of this illness- only one received a diagnosis. A diagnosis that was only pertaining to her (what someone did to her), and none of the other girls. The most disturbing case being Kim, who posted videos on YouTube from inside the hospital describing the sickness- something in her throat, trying to get out- providing a mental vision of what looks like the poor little girl from <i>The Exorcist. </i>That's a pretty big image to leave me with, Abbott, with no hope, relief or explanation for this girl.<br />
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Another issue I have is with the Gabby/Eli situation. Eli never has a final word- never mentions if he did, in fact, feel about Gabby. Not before, not after the event. Both Deenie nor Eli not Tom speak their feelings towards Gabby's trial. And it's frustrating to me, because apparently that's what the whole book is about. Gabby's insane love for Eli, Deenie's brother and Tom's son. So you see, that's a pretty big string to leave untied. I don't even really care what happens to Gabby in the trial, in the end, or for the rest of her life. Do I hope she gets an <i>Orange Is the New Black</i> style spin-off. Kind of. But what I really need to know is how the main character freaking feel about it.<br />
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The other thing that bothers me is the fact that no one's doing anything about the lake. The lake- where the lady in the rain coat shows Deenie a glowing orange fungus, collected from the shore of the lake. The lake "wasn't the cause," but no one seems to give a fuck about the glowing orange, acidic, black-muck filled lake. The lake, who's water goes into <i>everything </i>in the town. I can't.<br />
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Yay it's Friday!! And you've had a long week full of work, and stress, and watching people post all over Facebook about their work and their stress. So you're gonna relax tonight and finish that book you've been reading, make some yummy vegetable pasta and get to bed early to catch up on some sleep. </div>
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<b>But then, your friends ask you if you wanna "go out for a drink or two," and you're like, "Sure."</b></div>
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<b>So your and your #gurlfrandz all get ready to go out to your favorite bar.</b></div>
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<b>After you get in (and they didn't even have to check your ID because they know you), you go straight to your favorite table, passing all of the lost peasants in your way. </b></div>
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<b>You get your first drink and someone tries to talk about school or work or children or cats.</b></div>
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<b>Then someone announces it's their birthday, and you're just like... </b></div>
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<b>Then someone offers to buy you a drink, and you're like: </b></div>
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<b>But it turns out it's a shot of Whiskey so you're like: </b></div>
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<b>Then some old creepy man tries to buy you a drink and you're like:</b></div>
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<b>Then you and your friend get a good laugh out of it, because you still got *IT* </b></div>
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<b>You're feelin' tipsy so you decide to get a little social.</b></div>
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<b>Then you decide that words aren't fully getting your point across:</b></div>
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<b>A few drinks later, when someone <i>else </i>announces it's their birthday:</b></div>
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<b>And your favorite song EVER comes on: </b></div>
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<b>Then you realize how ridiculous you look while dancing, and you know in your heart it's time to stop. </b></div>
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<b>Then some <i>else </i>announces it's their birthday and you're like:</b></div>
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<b>And that it's their OMG 21st!!!!</b></div>
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<b>And finally they knock on the door, and instead of actually answering you're just like: </b></div>
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<b>So you eat your pizza. </b></div>
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<b>Then you decide it's time for bed. Bye. </b></div>
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<b>And the process starts all over again. </b></div>
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p.s. did I mention I miss college?</div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-35300220478009897532014-06-19T07:06:00.001-07:002014-06-19T09:08:10.516-07:00Kylie Freaking Jenner Okay, fine, I admit it. I'm just a little (a lot) obsessed with Kylie Jenner. But let's all be real, is it just me or did she come out of nowhere as the coolest<strike> Kardashian </strike> Jenner, like, ever.<br />
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First things first, I love that this girl gives no fuxx. I love that she went through an awkward phase and wasn't magically born with 8 inch eye lashes and perfect raven hair. I love that she literally owns the perfect shade of lipstick. Plus she totally boned Will Smith (aka the Fresh Prince of Bel Air)'s son, makes wicked cool slow motion videos of her doing absolutely nothing (but with really cool music), and she basically respects Kris Jenner just about as much as the rest of us do.<br />
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Loved her when she showed up to Coachella being really chic and artsy.</div>
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Loved her when she picked out some crystals with Jaden, and gave them a cool new rep (thanks Spencer Pratt for ruining crystals for everyone circa 2010. so rude.) </div>
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Loved her when she posted really chic instagram photos with mysterious/ambiguous song lyrics about emotions. </div>
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Loved her when she brought back the Miley bun. (we missed you, Miley bun.) </div>
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Loved her when she took a ratchet selfie in black lipstick. (I mean, come on, black. lipstick.) </div>
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Loved her when she carried this bubble tea. </div>
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Loved when she was at IHOP. </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-62146700092922048972014-06-18T15:33:00.000-07:002014-06-18T15:33:56.889-07:00Summer Reader: Thirteen Reasons WhyI can think of a lot of words to describe this book: haunting, twisted, chilling, gut-wrenching, beautiful.<br />
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One of these things is not like the other.<br />
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Let me start off by saying that <b>Thirteen Reasons Why</b> by <b>Jay Asher</b> is a book you need to set aside a full day to read. Why? Because it will absolutely consume your emotions and thoughts until you finish it.<br />
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Here's some background so you actually have some idea of what I'm talking about:<br />
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The main character, Hannah Baker, commits suicide before the book even starts. When the school's "good boy" Clay Jensen discovers a package filled with cassette tapes on his front doorstep, he is startled by hearing Hannah's voice on the tapes. Hannah explains that a list of people all played a rather large role in the story of her suicide, and the tapes must be passed down through the list of people to avoid getting their dark deeds released to the town: their actions that convinced Hannah it was time to end her life. Throughout seven tapes she tells the story of the thirteen people on the list. How they hurt her, how it affected her or how selfishness and ignorance can never goes unnoticed.<br />
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It's rumored that Logan Lerman will be playing Clay Jensen and Selena Gomez will be playing Hannah Baker in the movie version of this story. Normally, I hate picturing actors as I read. I feel like it takes something away from the story for me. But in this case, it only made it better for me. Because it was better not to pretend like this could be any sort of real. Also, they're both absolutely perfect for their respective characters. LOVE YOU, SELENA.<br />
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The <b>chilling</b> part of this book is, it's hard <i>not </i>to relate to Hannah Baker. Which sounds like a terrible thing to say. She creeps into your memories somehow, reminding you of every time someone started a rumor about you- and every time someone believed it. It reminds you of every boy who didn't ask you to slow dance in middle school, or every high school boy who made fun of you before you discovered make-up. It reminds you of every bad high school party you went to just to look cool, even though you didn't really want to go. But worst of all, it reminds you of how you may have treated other people.<br />
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This book, after all of the dark, <b>twisted, haunting</b> memories it pulls out of you, bring something <b>beautiful</b> to its readers by the end: A chance to change. To be aware of how you treat people and be aware of someone who's extending a hand to help. I like that this book reminds you that the simplest things (like words) can be a weapon and the simplest things (like listening) can heal.<br />
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I once read a quote (probably on Tumblr, Forgive Me!!!) that read, "Be kind, everyone you meet is facing a hard battle." I never knew who this applied to: rape victims? anorexia? abusive parents? I didn't know- my mind immediately went to like, a thousand Law and Order: Special Victims Unit scenarios. But it says it right there in the quote: it applies to <i>everyone</i>.<br />
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Hannah Baker was no different than the girl who sat next to you in 11th grade English class. She's no different than the girl who crossed the street a 10 a.m. this morning to buy a bagel. She was a normal girl who got knocked down too many times to get up one more. A feeling we've had - some, more often than we'd like to admit to ourselves. Listening to someone can change someone's life- in this case, may even keep someone's life, even if it was just a fictional character. It's <b>gut-wrenching</b> to think that your actions toward someone could make or break that person.<br />
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Bottom line is, this books destroys you. And while this book should definitely be on your reading list this summer, you probably shouldn't bring it to the beach or anywhere where anyone around you is smiling.<br />
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I need to go eat some ice cream and literally hug everyone I come into contact with bye.<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-35576080045529094222014-06-09T18:28:00.001-07:002014-06-26T09:33:12.430-07:00Intern Fashion: Week 2<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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The more time I spend at my internship, the more I pick up on different fashions. Like I said in my first intern fashion collection (<a href="http://astoldbyalaina.blogspot.com/2014/05/friday.html">here</a>) I get to have a little bit of fun with how I dress being in PR. If you couldn't tell already, I'm absolutely in love with polka dots this season- but if you're not into polka dots, stripes work well too as an alternative! </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-35640001253707555462014-06-04T08:22:00.001-07:002014-06-04T08:28:18.018-07:00A Chic Upgrade to Your LunchboxBringing lunch to work is hard. Okay, it's not <i>hard, </i>but life without a dining hall is a huge adjustment for me. Not only do you actually have to take the time to pack the lunch, but you actually have to put some thought into what will keep you full until dinnertime- (side note: 10 chocolate chip cookies and a bag of skittles won't).<br />
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For the first few weeks I kept things basic: sandwich, chips, cookies, apple. But that got boring. And eating Uncrustables in a professional office is weird (don't even get me started on Lunchables). And there's only so many turkey sandwiches one girl can take before she loses her mind. In a moment of darkness I considered going to the McDonald's across the street. Every day. For the rest of the summer. But then I remembered Beyonce. And then I remembered her body in the Drunk In Love video. And I was like, what would she do?<br />
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So then I got creative. And it was awesome.<br />
Making my lunch for the next day became fun and eating it was actually something I looked forward to.<br />
And then I was like, so many other college grads probably are eating pb&j sandwiches every day.<br />
So if that's you, and you're looking to change that here's what I've been making for the past week:<br />
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<b><u>Monday: Spinach Turkey-Brie Wrap</u></b><br />
Okay I know I said turkey sandwiches get boring- but I swear this is different. I love getting Spinach and Tomato Basil wraps because they add some extra flavor. I like to fill my wraps up with a lot of veggies like spinach, cucumbers, lettuce and tomatoes. For this wrap the Brie helps keep the wrap sealed, plus it's a super-chic cheese.<br />
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When I have a wrap, I usually like to pair it with Wheat Thins (my favorite is the buffalo) and either grape tomatoes, grapes, cucumber slices or celery/peanut butter. Or, if you're lucky enough to have a microwave in your office, I like to bring the tomato soup-at-hand cups for a quick, easy and filling side.<br />
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<b><u>Tuesday: Crispy Chicken Salad </u></b><br />
Making a salad that will last you until dinnertime can get a little tricky. So I like to add chicken tenders to mine! As always with a salad, pretty much anything goes: tomatoes, green peppers, cheese, corn, edamame. Whatever. Nothing you do is wrong. I like to put two to three tenders in the salad to make sure I get full. My favorite dressing to use with this salad is just plain and simple buffalo sauce, but I hear that buffalo sauce/ranch hybrid or a honey mustard dressing is awesome too!<br />
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p.s. if you're a vegetarian (or looking to cut back on a few calories) cut up some Morning Star (or any brand!) chick'n nuggets or chick'n patties. Just as delicious, I swear by it.<br />
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<b><u>Wednesday: Shrimp Cocktail </u></b><br />
I LOVE shrimp, and can eat it in any form. I like to have at least 10 shrimps with this lunch to make sure it fills me up, and use a little container of cocktail sauce on the side. With this lunch I also like to put in some cheese slices with basic crackers and some fruit on the side (grapes and apple slices work really well with the cheese!) This lunch is super-chic and super delicious, but works best if you have an icepack in your lunch box- or better yet, if you have access to a fridge during the day.<br />
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<b><u>Thursday: Burrito Bowl </u></b><br />
Think of it like Chipotle when you make this lunch. Rice, beans, then whatever you want. I like to use chicken, corn, tomatoes, onions, lettuce and cheese - but if you have pico or guac on hand ADD IT. It's pretty quick to make (you literally just throw everything into a bowl) and will fill you up without any side snacks. (Using Quinoa instead of rice works well too!)<br />
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<b><u>Friday: Proscuitto Rolls and Caprese Salad </u></b><br />
I like to keep it light on a Friday since I already KNOW by weekend will be filled with calories galore. Proscuitto (or turkey or ham) rolls are usually a go-to when I'm trying to cut back on carbs, like bread, which are necessary in a sandwich. I also like to have a caprese salad (slices of mozzarella, tomato, and basil) because that fills me up well. However, I skip any oils or balsamic that caprese salads usually have because it tends to get a little messy... aka I learned from experience. It's still just as delicious though, I promise!<br />
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(Side note to all of the above: I usually bring Naked juices with me to work either to drink with my lunch or when I get hungry throughout the day. They fill you up just enough to satisfy your hunger, plus they're good for you. Yay!)<br />
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So if you're looking for a way to change up your lunch routine, look no further. Try some of these, see what works for you and add your favorites! And if you have great lunches too, please share!!<br />
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Stay chic!<br />
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<br />alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-62254292421558747732014-05-31T02:14:00.002-07:002014-05-31T02:17:13.323-07:00Intern in the City 101<br />
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<b>First things First: </b><br />
You won't need too much as an intern, but you will need a few necessities.<br />
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One- a lunchbox.<br />
- Buying lunch every day gets soooo expensive, is usually unhealthy if it's quick and as an intern, you want to try to be around as much as possible. Plus, packing lunch can be kind of fun. I like getting creative with things like buffalo chicken lettuce wraps, caprese salads and stir-frys. I'm lucky enough that my office has a fridge. If yours doesn't- no worries! Try investing in a lunch bag that is lined and includes a freeze pack to keep your food cold until lunch time.<br />
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Two- flats<br />
- Heels are chic, having your feet hurt is not. One of the first things I learned from my internship was to bring flats. Even if it's just for the short walk to the bus/train stop trust me, your feet will thank you. These come in handy too if you have some quick errands to run after work- (no one likes a grocery shopper in heels).<br />
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Three- a good wallet<br />
- Even though you don't have a lot of money (r.i.p. fashion fantasies) having a good wallet makes you <i>look </i>like you do. I like ones with a lot of credit card slots because my life revolves primarily around gift cards and hope that there is some money on my debit card- there's never any actual cash around. I got a Fossil one for a decent price at Macy's. You can check it out <a href="http://www.fossil.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=12052&langId=-1&catalogId=25005&categoryId=391086&cm_vc=391086&pn=&productId=22548931&imagePath=SL4581600" target="_blank">here</a>. (Plus it comes in like, every cool color ever which is nice.)<br />
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<b>Emphasizing the "good" in good morning!</b><br />
First- Breakfast is a necessity. Don't ever skip breakfast- unless you're super-late and a complete hot mess. In which case, try to have a chia pod, fruit or nutrigrain bar on hand. You need that fuel to get you through the morning. Also, low blood sugar isn't a good look on anyone. Most places don't let you take lunch breaks until 11:30-2. Sometimes you won't really have time for lunch. That being said, don't think that a cup of coffee is enough. You should be having a somewhat decent (even if it's quick) breakfast that will get you through the morning, if not the whole day. Personally, I like the Special K breakfast sandwiches and Einstein's bagel-fuls that you can find in the freezer section of your grocery store.<br />
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Second- Try to be as organized as possible. This may include picking an outfit the night before (and knowing where all desired shoes and accessories are in advance.)<br />
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<b>Clothes:</b><br />
My internship has a dress and skirt policy for women- which I think is super-chic. Plus, it makes it easier to shop. From what I've found the rules for work dresses are pretty simple: No cleavage, knee length (or not much above) and something that you would never wear to a college bar. If you still need some ideas here are my outfits from my first week at my internship <a href="http://astoldbyalaina.blogspot.com/2014/05/friday.html">HERE.</a><br />
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<b>Commuting 101: </b><br />
If you're like me and you commute to work by bus, train or even car- it can be painful. Especially during rush hours. I usually bring a book with me (right now it's embarrassingly, yet timely, L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad) or I try to tune everything out with a really great playlist. Some of my favorite songs right now include:<br />
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- 100 by Iggy Azelea<br />
- Let Me In - Grouplove<br />
- Hello World - Kid Ink<br />
- We Are Giants - Lindsay Stirling, Dia Frampton<br />
- Empire - Shakira<br />
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Another thing that's super important if you're a commuter is bringing a bag that's big enough to hold everything you will need for the day. My bag usually includes my wallet, lunchbox, an umbrella, a sudoku puzzle book, sunglasses, headphones, a book or iPad, pens, lipstick and a small sample size of a perfume. This bag doesn't need to be HUGE, but as long as it comfortably (and you can easily access everything) then you should be pretty set!<br />
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Last note: The chicest thing you can do is offer your seat to someone who needs it more than you. If it's particularly crowded on the bus/train that day, don't hesitate to politely get up and stand instead. Remember, you never know who you might encounter- that lady you gave your seat to might just be a CEO of a major corporation with an open position.<br />
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<b>The Summer Bummer</b><br />
Okay, so let's be real. You're a little sad you won't be going to the beach a hundred times this summer or joining your friends at Bonnaroo. But that doesn't mean you can't have fun. For the first few days of my internship I would go from home to the train stop to my office then back to the train stop and home again. But then I realized- I work in a city. There a ton of things to see, do and eat. (There are <i>a lot </i>of things to eat.) If you're in a new place (like me!) there's also a thousand people to meet, things to experience and things to do! So get out there and do it- no one looks back and happily recalls those couch binges of The Bachelorette…<br />
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Have questions about how to be a chic intern! Ask! I'd love to help.<br />
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Until then,<br />
Stay chic.<br />
xoxo<br />
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When I first started my internship, I had nothing to wear. A "professional" wardrobe and a "professional" look was never something I gave much thought to- (aka, I'd rather buy an insane amount of free people and glitter)- so I was in a bit of a hypothetical pickle… (p.s. i hate pickles.) </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-12072607580948248392014-05-28T19:28:00.000-07:002014-06-04T08:23:26.006-07:00Summer Reader: The Fault In Our Stars If someone threw this book at your face, poked you in the eye and broke your nose, it still wouldn't hurt as much as this story.<br />
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It's not often that you can come across a story so magnificent, and beautifully imagined and written. It's not often that a book consumes you so intensely that you might actually lose your mind if you don't finish it as quickly as possible. And it's not often that you feel that hunger to read the book again for any missed words, any missed elements to the story- and maybe even a hope for a different ending.<br />
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Without ruining too much of the ending, or any part of the story at all, the love between Hazel and Augustus is one that would put any Nicholas Sparks book (or movie) to shame.. or in that matter, any book/movie that involves a certain vampire/wolf scenario to shame. What I'm saying is, this one is different.<br />
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It's so important to me that books like this be written- ones where love is portrayed as caring for someone so much more than you care about yourself. Where love is shown in selflessness instead of obsession, and where romance isn't chasing desperately after someone- it's wanting the absolute best for someone else. It's also important that love isn't about how beautiful or skinny a woman is- Augustus loved Hazel for her mind, her humor, her wit- something that all women should cultivate and something all men should cherish in a woman. It's important that this book became such a fad, because women and men should all be taught this different perception and expectation of what exactly love is. (aka it's not a Taylor Swift song about a scarf that reminds him of you.. love you tho t.swift.) <br />
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The point is: Read this book. Cry over this book. Cry some more. Let it tear you apart. Then carry it with you where ever you go in life and in love.<br />
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6. That being said, everyone and anyone will use the "last few weeks" line with you. You will be persuaded into bar trips, lunch buffets and day drinking shenanigans that you definitely didn't plan on when you set aside that two hours to "do your homework." </div>
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alwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03480413416416314381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6422792211848172358.post-39031221077116609212014-04-19T22:14:00.000-07:002014-04-19T22:19:54.144-07:00Spring Break RecapSpring Break is the time to relax, catch up on some sleep, watch hours of bad reality television and eat eight bags of Siriacha potato chips. Or, it's the time to watch a lot of bad movies that you would never watch even if you did have all the time in the world. Don't ask, I don't know how it happens either. But it does.<br />
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In the past three days alone, I've watched a good collection of movies that I'm not sure were a great use of time. But it's okay because at least I didn't watch Spring Breakers again.<br />
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<b>Project X </b><br />
Okay, okay I know this one is a little overdue, but after watching it for the first time I had to watch it all over again. Not only was the soundtrack of this film <u>awesome, </u> but the storyline wasn't too bad either- that is, for another movie about teenage boys partying. I've watched it three times in two days, so, I don't know if that tells you anything, but it's the truth. So there's that.<br />
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<b>Wolf of Wallstreet</b><br />
First things first, I love Leo. And I mean L.O.V.E. But you gotta be in this movie for the long haul. In fact, I felt like I needed an adderall just to make it through the movie. Or at least some Starbucks. All in all though, it is a must see and the fact that Leo didn't get an Oscar makes me want to lay face down on a busy highway because if he can't get one, who can? Ugh. Namaste Leo, your time will come.<br />
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<b>Endless Love</b><br />
The acting is horrible, the storyline is cheesy, but if you're craving a Nicholas Sparks-esque love story it's not half bad. Think of it as a Lifetime movie - it's a good for a rainy day or if you just want to cry. Or laugh. Because unfortunately, Alex Pettyfer's performance as David was so terrible it was almost comedic. It's a good thing he's hot though, right? ... Right? p.s. Jeremy Sumpter where you been?<br />
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<b>Grace Unplugged</b><br />
Maybe it was the Aly & Aj fan in me that made me want to watch this one. I'm not sure, I can't tell you, but I watched it. Overall, it wasn't bad. I was kinda into it. Aly Michalka is still awesome. And pretty. And good at singing. And chic. I miss you, old Disney Channel.<br />
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<b>Dallas Buyers Club </b><br />
Jared Leto is more beautiful than all of us and I'm not quite sure what to do with that.<br />
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<b>Her </b><br />
Excuse me, but when I started watching a movie about a man with a strange mustache falling in love with his computer I did not expect to be emotionally destroyed at the end. What is love? Who is love? Will anyone ever know? Help me before I find myself with a bag of chips and queso in the fetal position.<br />
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<b>Rabbit Hole </b><br />
A slow-moving drama and not exactly a must-see, but it does have Miles Teller in it which is good enough for me. That's about all I have to say really. Christina Oh from Grey's Anatomy is in it too and she smokes a lot of pot, so... there's that.<br />
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What did I watch? I'm not sure. But I think it was chic.<br />
And also, I can't stop doing that weird chant that Matthew McConaughey does at the beginning of Wolf of Wallstreet... Not sure if <i>that's</i> chic. But whatev. He won an Oscar.<br />
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It made me think about my favorite movies, shows, music, foods... and then I was like, wait, I don't even know. Wait, I don't even have a list to give Miley. What if Miley asks me for a list and I don't have one to give her.<br />
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So I was like, I'm gonna make a list of things that have affected me in some way. yay yay. <br />
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<b><u>Movies </u></b><br />
- The Spectacular Now<br />
- Project X<br />
- Brave<br />
- The Hunger Games: Catching Fire<br />
- Flipped<br />
- Bridesmaids<br />
- The Little Mermaid<br />
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- You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go<br />
- White Sky - Vampire Weekend<br />
- West Coast - Lana Del Rey<br />
- Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots<br />
- Daniel - Dia Frampton<br />
- Holy Ground - Taylor Swift<br />
- Honey and the Moon - joseph arthur<br />
- Buzzcut Season - Lorde<br />
- I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) -Sleeping At Last<br />
- Blue - Beyonce<br />
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- The O.C.<br />
- Degrassi: The Next Generation<br />
- Parks and Recreation<br />
- Gossip Girl<br />
- Grey's Anatomy<br />
- Hart of Dixie<br />
- Modern Family<br />
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- Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac - Gabrielle Zevin<br />
- Elsewhere - Gabrielle Zevin<br />
- White Girl Problems - Babe Walker<br />
- The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon - Stephen King<br />
- Poke the Box - Seth Godin<br />
- Tilt - Ellen Hopkins<br />
- Piece of Cake - Cupcake Brown<br />
- The Last Song - Nicholas Sparks<br />
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<b><u>Food </u></b><br />
- Homemade stuffed ricotta shells<br />
- basic grilled cheese/tomato soup combo<br />
- chips/salsa, chips/guac, chips/queso<br />
- shrimp and cocktail sauce<br />
- avocado with siriacha<br />
- pizza.<br />
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This one's for you MC xoxoxo<br />
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