woke up this morning with a monster fever blister after not having one for nearly three years. I used to be a pro at fighting these off but the time gap since my last one has left me off my game. and of course I’m a bridesmaid this weekend so my body reared its ugly head as soon as it knew that my big puffy lip would need to be extensively photographed

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photo unrelated, just happens to be the last time I was a bridesmaid which was a year ago Sunday. Happy First Anniversary B + K!

smartgirlsattheparty:

“To the people clinging to the notion that female-led pictures are a niche genre, people see them! They make money! The world is round, people!”  - Cate Blanchett

YES.

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The real test is this one: When you’re alone in a room, when you’re in a private place and nobody else can see you, what do you choose to do? Eat well, or eat poorly? Exercise, or watch television? Practice something, or do nothing? The best version of the truth appears to you and you alone, when nobody else can see. This is the test of discipline, and it’s what makes the difference in your life. It’s what regulates your own system and guides it. The individual alone comprehends it.

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Georges St-Pierre (The Way of the Fight, Pg.183-184)

This is so on point. You are most yourself when no one else is looking.

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things I did in February when I was supposed to be reading

binge watched 4.5 seasons of The Good Wife

watched every Winter Olympic event while simultaneously crying and looking up the athletes on wikipedia

played a fuck ton of candy crush I gotta quit that shit

today I’m stressing about problems that are not problems but man I wish I could have told my brain that from 5:30am to 7am when I was supposed to still be sleeping.

"The entire multibillion-dollar, 2,000-campus American college system depends overwhelmingly for its very existence on one resource: an ever-renewing supply of fee-paying undergraduates. It could never attract hundreds of thousands of them each year—many of them woefully unprepared for the experience, a staggering number (some 40 percent) destined never to get a degree, more than 60 percent of them saddled with student loans that they very well may carry with them to their deathbeds—if the experience were not accurately marketed as a blast. They show up on campus lugging enormous Bed Bath & Beyond bags crammed with “essentials,” and with new laptop computers, on which they will surf Facebook and Tumblr while some coot down at the lectern bangs on about Maslow’s hierarchy and tries to make his PowerPoint slides appear right side up. Many of these consumer goods have been purchased with money from the very student loans that will haunt them for so long, but no matter: it’s college; any cost can be justified. The kids arrive eager to hurl themselves upon the pasta bars and the climbing walls, to splash into the 12-person Jacuzzis and lounge around the outdoor fire pits, all of which have been constructed in a blatant effort to woo them away from competitors. They swipe prepaid cards in dormitory vending machines to acquire whatever tanning wipes or earbuds or condoms or lube or energy drinks the occasion seems to require. And every moment of the experience is sweetened by the general understanding that with each kegger and rager, each lazy afternoon spent snoozing on the quad (a forgotten highlighter slowly drying out on the open pages of Introduction to Economics, a Coke Zero sweating beside it), they are actively engaged in the most significant act of self-improvement available to an American young person: college!"

The Dark Power of Fraternities - The Atlantic

Your long read for today.

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Looking back on college I have many very fond memories. However when I was actually living it it was decidedly NOT GREAT. Freshman year I thought about transferring, I struggled through classes, I laid in my lofted dorm bed for hours on end in the middle of the day with no regard to meal times or class schedules. Sophomore and half of Junior year I did the same thing but in my bed at the sorority house. All the while self-medicating by binge drinking 4 to 5 nights a week. I could see people being concerned for my well being but nobody doing anything about it. I should have spent those 2 years at home figuring my life out. But COLLEGE is FUN! they said. You have to have THE EXPERIENCE they said. Well if crushing anxiety and depression is THE EXPERIENCE then I certainly had it. 

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Lest you think I think I’m cool, on Saturday night we bragged about one of the cats losing 1.2 lbs and how excited we were about it.

Lest you think I think I’m cool, on Saturday night we bragged about one of the cats losing 1.2 lbs and how excited we were about it.

dinner tonight was slow cooked beef bbq and coleslaw and the mayo and bbq sauce were both homemade. two thumbs up.

dinner tonight was slow cooked beef bbq and coleslaw and the mayo and bbq sauce were both homemade. two thumbs up.

USA! USA! USA!

USA! USA! USA!