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Winter Break Rant

It’s that time of year again. The weather is dreary and grey, Christmas music is blasting from the radio, everyone’s in a rush to prepare for the holiday season. Four glorious weeks of no class, no homework, and no papers. As much as I love this time of year, there is also a certain amount of dread that comes along with it…

I must confess, I really do not want to see many of the people that claim to want to see me.

Considering everyone who I was best friends with in high school attends universities outside of Louisville, I enjoy three-fourths of the year going through my own routine, with my own friends, doin’ my own thing. For 75% of the year my high school gal pals are nothing put a blip on newsfeed. Drama and distance has helped me grow out of them and into my own social circle.

Then why is it when Thanksgiving and Christmas break roll around certain individuals expect everything to go right back to where we left off senior year?  An ever bigger question, why do I feel obligated to keep up appearances? Honestly, I wouldn’t consider myself friends with half of these people that “can’t wait to hangout!”  True, there are a few that I keep in touch with and truly consider good friends, but I’m tired of trying to connect with people I’d rather talk about behind their back than talk to their actual face.
Am I the bitch here?

If I am, I’m cool with it, I guess.


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Disposable Clothing

Before Forever 21 moved to its current location in Mall St. Matthews, and before it became the 2nd largest Forever 21 in the world, there was a time when I lived for Saturdays at the mall looking through heaps of poorly made foreign clothing- or disposable clothing, as I have come to call it. It was manageable then. Shopping was still a positive experience. In an out in less than an hour  99% of the time.

Now, what used to be my favorite store, has become a daunting, frustrating, and overwhelming experience. The first time I visited the new locale I was in shock. At a staggering 110,000 square feet, Forever 21 at Mall St. Matt’s is only second to the 126,000 sqaure foot store in Las Vegas. It takes the better part of 2 hours to cover the first floor.

Just the first floor.

On my last visit, one particular room had more clothes on the floor than on the racks, and there is always at least one dressing room closed due to the mountains of clothing that lay on its floor. And don’t even think about asking an employee about where a particular item is or if they have a different size. The workers are almost as lost as the customers.

Even though I don’t particular like or enjoy my time at Forever 21, it doesn’t it mean I refuse to shop there. I wish I was stronger. I wish I could resist the draw of polyester blends and and zippers that break after the third zip. I can’t. I’m a slave to the fashion machine.  In the mean time I’ll secretly berate the store behind it’s back and cackle at the hilariousness of


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It’s a car wreck, and I can’t stop watching. My love/hate of Jersey Shore

I used to be too good for the Jersey Shore.

I know! I can’t believe it either, but truthfully, I used to judge everyone else for devoting and hour a week to watch drunk, orange people act drunk and orange on national TV. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere in the middle of season two I got over my “holier than yous” attitude and got curious.

I kind of hate myself for it, but after one episode I was hooked.

I don’t even like “reality” shows, and, really, this is the only one I watch (I swear!). So why do I feel the need to keep up with this alcohol, rage, and bad decision-filled display? I mean, honestly It’s the same story every episode.

This is what usually happened on any given Jerz-day:

Sam and Ron are together, and then there not. And then they are, and then Ron goes off into roid-rage land, and then they’re not again. Mike creeps on some ugly girls and is generally disgusting.  Deena falls down and cries about some poor decision she made last night. Snooki drinks some wine and burps. Vinny and his beard give commentary on the rest of the house, Pauly screams “YEAH BUDDY” thirty times,  and Jenny adjusts her boobs like this:

and remains the only one with a functioning brain.

And really that’s about it…give or take a few swings thrown and/or random girls in random beds throughout the house.

It’s weirdly exciting. Maybe it’s a vicarious thing. Maybe I love analyzing the sickness of Ron and Sam’s on/off non-relationship. Maybe I like to judge the random girls who come back to the house for one night stands (Don’t they know their parents can see this?). Maybe I just enjoy how stupid everyone is while hopped up on Redbull and vodka at 4 in the morning.

Whatever it is, they got me. Jerz-day is like the official start of my weekend. It permission to down shots of whatever is around and then look like a jackass while fist pumping the night away yelling CABS ARE HEEEEREEE. It’s a time to forget about class, work, general rules for living ,and watch pseudo-glamorous people live pseudo-glamorous lives and feel pseudo-glamorous right a long with them.

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DISLIKE: cigarettes

Like many smokers it seems like I’ve bee trying to quit since I started. I was 16, a junior in high school, and convinced that I looked much hotter with a cigarette in my hand blowing smoke out of my nose than I did without. Not to mention, I liked the Camel’s that came in the pink package that had the cute little pink camel on the filter. IT WAS PINK. It was practically asking me to buy it. It also helped that sweet Asaad at the Bardstown Rd. Smoke Shop never carded me or any of my friends. Thanks Asaad  16-year-old cleavage, thanks a lot.

That smoke shop is out of business now- just FYI.

All of my friends smoked then. All of them . It felt like we were getting away with something because we all knew our parents would flip if they found a pack just lying around in our room or in our purse. Eventually some of them wised up and kicked the habit,  and some of them still smoke a pack+ a day, but for me it’s been an on/off thing ever since. It’s like the bad boyfriend you can’t help but go back to time and time again. I hate cigarettes, HATE THEM, but it’s a social thing, it’s something to do. I can go a week without giving in, but then I get a couple of glasses of wine  in me on a Friday night and suddenly I feel a rush of how much I missed them and get this ironic notion that I can’t live without them.

A few reasons why I HATE cigarettes:

1. See those teeth? Is that cute? I had braces for 5 years. FIVE YEARS. Do you know how much money that is? How much time and pain and ibprofen I had to choke down to get this beautiful smile? I’ll be damed if I ruin it.

2. Smoking makes it really hard to breathe. Why does my usual workout kick my ass so much harder on Mondays? Because I’ve been busy sucking on cancer over the weekend just so I have something to do with my hands.

3. This is what I have to look forward too. If I don’t die from the various cancers, emphysema, or heart disease, I get to smoke out of my throat for the rest of my life? Doesn’t that sound like fun? No. It doesn’t. It sounds sad. Just put me down at that point, folks. You have my permission.

So please, if you haven’t started, don’t. If you have and I ask to bum, pretend like it’s your last one. I never take the last one. I’ll leave you with something that always makes me think twice before I light up:

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