February 2012
7 posts
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5 things you should know before dating a...
Courtesy: http://www.rockmycar.net/2007/05/10/5-things-you-should-know-before-dating-a-journalist/
So, you’ve been eyeing that smart, attractive journalist you’re lucky enough to know personally. You’re intrigued. Your journalist is smart, funny, confident. Visions of Clark Kent taking off the glasses and ripping off his clothes to reveal a perfectly toned body in blue spandex coming to save...
It’s almost heartbreakingly cute how much you think I care. Keyword: “almost.”
Oh, you’re not going to talk to me anymore? Boo fucking hoo, I’ve forgotten all about you and your pathetic excuse for a life. I’m just over here sobbing my little, broken heart out. WAHHHH.
In case you didn’t hear me earlier: Go fuck yourself.
Come lay beside me, love. Still your heart and silence your mind. Hush, now, do you hear the stars dancing? Do you hear the trees singing? My love, that is the sound of the secret of the world…the music of the soul. We are the instruments that strum our own pain and stroke our own joys. So come love, hush, and lay beside me… we’ll keep this secret as we fall away from the world.
January 2012
31 posts
intrnshpz.
Voicemeowz/calllz today to:
Main Line Today
Philly Style
Uwishunu
Mainline Mag
Old City Publishing
Applications already sent to:
Vogue
Applications in the works:
Philly Mag
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"That" Moment
That moment when you realize, and for no apparent reason, how loved you are. How deeply surrounded you are by people who love you, who support you and your aspirations, who want the best for you. Whether it’s the former photo editor of TTN texting you to say hi, stopping by the newsroom and encouraging you to go after EIC. Or just an old friend screaming as he runs toward you and jumps in...
3 tags
Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates
What? No. If life was like a box of chocolates, single girls wouldn’t be buying actual chocolates. Life wouldn’t have its inevitable ups and downs. Life would be fucking awesome if it was like chocolate.
Life is more like…like a book.
I stumbled upon this beaut tonight in between fits of boredom and writer’s block. I have finally been able to look at a picture of us...
It’s an only slightly bothersome realization that all my exboyfriends are friends with each other on Facebook. I’d say this might ruin my rep, but then I remembered I wrecked that ages ago.
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“If life gives you lemons, you gotta paint that shit gold.”
“The only guarantee in life
Is a life worth dyin’ for.
Cause death...”
– “Guarantees,” Atmosphere
HARRISON BOBBINS:
http://dietcokeandasmoke.tumblr.com/
Your sister? Hahaha. Hope you’re enjoying Cali :)
Robert Meowny Jr.
Three Lex-Lessons of 2011
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.
2011, was, to put it bluntly, a rollercoaster. Between an up-and-down (and eventually down) relationship, a busted house party (and the subsequent legal sanctions and court dates), threats of getting sued and the obvious anxiety attacks and weekly mental...
December 2011
6 posts
The Day I Finally Told a Man Off...
on the Internet.
So, when L. was writing about DateMySchool.com, I signed up for an account just to see what this was all about. And when I received the following message from one of our very own Owls, all I could do was gag in disgust:
hi honey, you have a good look. i think we would look good anywhere together. we need to meet to see how good we fit in each others arms. i like the fact that...
A great, but completely irrelevant headline:
How Gingrich Stole Christmas
Silliness.
I’d like to eventually write a syndicated fashion column called “AS Style,” with the supreme satisfaction knowing only journos would understand the nuance and pun. Or, eventually marry someone to make my initials “A.P.,” from which sheer hilarity would ensue.
How can the Penn be mightier than the sword if they’re Quakers?
I need to sleep.
Nine months later...
and a random trip into the depths of my email (and subsequently, the darkest depths of your psyche) still knot my stomach like a noose. Goosebumps steal my skin. A cold sweat clings to me. Just…why? Why can’t you just leave? Leave this campus, this world, my mind, my thoughts, my email inbox, my phone, my head, my heart, everything I see and hear and touch and smell, there you are and...
November 2011
4 posts
Why you shouldn't be a journalist.
Maybe the title doesn’t correctly convey the purpose of this post. I think people should be journalists. Journalists should be journalists. Journalism matters (GWM3, anyone?). But this is why you - yes, you, over there, being an idiot - shouldn’t.
You can’t write: Tense, style, punctuation, organization, flow, syntax, blah de fucking blah. You’ve been speaking this...
October 2011
7 posts
10 Reasons I Hate Halloween:
Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday to celebrate; and not just because I’m in college and like, we rage, man. I’ve loved it since I was a kid. Perhaps my love of fashion? Perhaps my addiction to Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? Who knows. But this year, I have found why so many people stop celebrating it: It sucks.
1. Nobody gets my costumes: Last year, I was a peacock. This...
