In the past year, Pinterest has been become more of an even playing ground between men and women, no longer monopolized by lipstick. Because Pinterest has tried to diversify and expand its audience, the core demographic is expanding beyond just women.
What I wouldn’t do for a good Danish ? an incredible marriage of butter, sugar, yeast, eggs and cheese.
Freed from the confines of dorms into the world of air-conditioned bedrooms, I am fortunate enough to spend my second year of college with an apartment as home.
People will tell you in love and in life that “reality’s not like the movies.” But that’s not exactly true -- it’s the movies that aren’t like reality.
The other night while playing frisbee in the dark ? in retrospect a poor idea ? I had a revelation.
My father’s good friend always says, “Nothing good ever happens past midnight.” I beg to differ.
There is nothing more satisfying to me than pouring my thoughts onto a page and molding the fragmented puddles into a reflecting pool in which people I've never met can get a clear view of themselves.Through writing, I achieve a high incomparable to the use of any recreational drug.
I’m sitting on a bus that I’m pretty sure is the North Line, praying that it’s going to drop me off anywhere at all close to New Cabell Hall within the half hour window that I’ve left myself to get to my next class, and there’s a guy hardcore staring at me from across the aisle.
My dad is the epitome of going with the flow.
“I love this song!” I shout over the howl of the wind as my best friend and I cruise down 14th Street.
Near the beginning of Vampire Weekend’s self-titled debut album, the singer asks a question that will no doubt echo through history, “Who gives a [crap] about the oxford comma?” I like this album, but the question has always felt like a personal assault since I am an English major.
As a thoroughbred Northeasterner, I am well acquainted with the seasons. I have learned to recognize and welcome these quarterly changes not only through the shifts in temperature, but also through societal signifiers – the presence of heavy coats around grounds, the changing colors of storefronts and interior decorations, or advertisers’ reminders that customers should update their seasonal wardrobes appropriately.
I gaze into the majestic evening horizon from the top of the Empire State building. Biting my lip, I peer down at the thousands of feet beneath me.
When darkness creeps into our lives, it’s hard to have faith.
As I gazed into the dancing flames of a beautifully piled up bonfire this weekend, some friends and I began to realize that there is some element of fire that elicits the best conversations.
I finally know what “sunken eyes” look like. After having thoughtlessly skimmed past the overemployed phrase in works of writing and repeatedly dismissed it as a feature that only exists in the reality of ink on a page, I learned what it means to have sunken eyes when I sat across from a homeless man on the free trolley.I sat and studied the man in front of me – a dingy, bandana-clad ellipse with a white tufty beard who might’ve resembled Santa if he were even vaguely jolly (or just less asleep.) At one point, the shrill driver stopped the bus to implore bandana man to stay awake because sleeping is apparently not a permissible activity on the trolley.
I was going to submit an article about something lighthearted this week.
We walk quietly together, the lights and warmth of the Lawn behind us, through the construction and past the deepened slopes of Mad Bowl to our homes.
A couple of weeks ago in class, I seriously thought I might have to tackle someone. It happened in an “Unforgettable Lectures” class — and it was unforgettable, though not entirely for the reasons advertised.
Some may claim my sluggish behavior is a sign of senioritis — a virus difficult to diagnose. Contrary to popular belief and student-perpetuated myth, senioritis does not affect only those students on the cusp of graduation. I would hypothesize we are all born with a small dose of this poison and, unfortunately, there is no cure. No amount of illegal study drugs will save us.
