100 miles.

That’s all it is.  And 100 miles isn’t even that far.  But not here is not here.  And not here really, really sucks sometimes.

As girls we grow up on the fairytale idea of being swept off our feet against all odds and living happily ever after.  And then we get a little older and all of a sudden we’re being taught that fairy tales don’t exist and all guys are mean and YA MIGHT AS WELL NOT EVEN TRY because you’re just going to get your heart broken.  In most cases, this is probably true.  We’ve all had our hearts broken, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a fairy tale ending.  When I met him I was just about the least hopeful person you could find if you were looking for someone to tell you that they’re not all the same.  I even TOLD him that they were all the same.  He told me I was wrong and that he would prove it.  Believe it or not (but really try to believe it!) he has.  And he continues to even now from 100 miles away.

100 really isn’t a big number.  100 pennies make a dollar…and you can’t even buy a good song off of iTunes for a dollar nowadays.  100 calories make like, one bite of Ben & Jerry’s…and who really has the self control to eat one bite of Ben and Jerry’s?  But 100 miles feel like A MILLION when he’s the last thing you think about at night and the first thing you think about in the morning.  I’m fully aware of how pathetic this sounds.  I’m fully aware of all of the girls whose boys are thousands of miles away, and I’m fully aware of all the girls who stopped reading this at “that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a fairy tale ending.”  I can’t complain, because all that lies between me and the love of my life is 100 miles of dimly lit pavement and chopped up yellow lines.  There are curves and bumps all along this pavement, but most of it is straight.  And most of the 100 miles are the kind where you can turn up the music and jam out, regardless of the people next to you staring.  

The curves really suck.  The couples holding hands on campus or cuddling up next to each other in class that really just make you want to stab yourself in the eye with your pen…the times where every song on the radio reminds you of him and you just can’t watch House Hunters because you’re used to watching it with him…those are the curves.

But the straightaways are what keep you going.  The random phone calls just to ask what you’re doing, or the overnight visits (that seem to only last 5 seconds)…the pictures on the wall or the warmth of his football sweatshirt on a fall day…those are the straightaways.  They may be short lived and it may seem like there are a lot more curves than straightaways but when you think about it, there really aren’t.  Most of the time, you can even leave your cruise control on when you go around the curves.  You just gotta keep going.  Or else you’re gunna get rear ended or something…which would suck.

They’re not all the same.  I know you girls who think they are.  I was one of you.  Let them try to change your mind…don’t let the distance scare you.  Be wary of the curves but always, always be thankful for the straightaways.


"You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world…

…and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” -Dita Von Teese

But who really needs people who hate peaches? 

Is there anything worse than seeing your best friends upset?  Whether it’s over a boy, classes, or mean girls, you can never be fully happy unless your friends are happy.  It just sits in the back of your brain and the fact that you can’t always take away their pain is enough to drive you crazy.  Personally, I don’t have time for people who hate peaches.  Any boy who breaks one of my friends hearts, or any girl who thinks it’s still ok to be vicious and cruel outside of middle school is someone I just don’t have the patience or energy for.  My friends are some of the greatest people in the world, and I’m sure yours are too.  Isn’t it frustrating when other people don’t realize this?

To me, being a best friend is complicated.  It’s not easy to put into words.  But I like the analogy of friendship being one soul in two bodies.  It’s like no matter how much the situation has nothing to do with you, you can never fully separate yourself from whatever it is that’s going on in her life.  The hardest part of being a best friend comes when there’s really, truly, nothing you can do to make them feel better.  It’s like you ALWAYS know what they’re thinking, what music they’re in the mood for, even when they’re getting their period for God’s sake, but sometimes you just don’t know what to say when they’re upset.  This is the hardest time to be a best friend, but it is the most important.  There have been times when I’ve been the miserable one that can not be cheered up, but what really makes me feel better in those situations is that I am lucky enough to have people even trying.  That’s what being a best friend is.  Doing absolutely everything you can to help when you know full well that no one can make the situation better except for the stupid boy or mean girl that caused the situation in the first place.  This is why I think that the people who hate peaches always lose.  People who hate peaches don’t have good best friends.  It’s impossible.  If everyone had just one really good friend, someone to say “don’t send that tweet”, “your dirty looks make you look like a witch”, or “you’re making a huge mistake breaking up with that dime”, the world would just love peaches. 

My best friends are the ripest, juiciest peaches in the world.  And I’m so busy loving them and doing everything I can do ensure their happiness, that I just do not have time for people who hate peaches.

Fact: Everything Tastes Better Than Skinny Feels.

Okay.  I’m annoyed.  Here I am, lying in bed, dreading my 6 hours of class tomorrow and I stumble upon this image on my Facebook news feed.  This is a new shirt being sold by the trendy college girl’s over-priced heaven, Urban Outfitters:

ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME. You’ve actually got to be kidding me.  So how many executives do we think this nonsense went through without someone speaking up?  I don’t care if the answer is only 1.  It doesn’t make it any better.  This type of blind ignorance hurts my heart and it is so, so dangerous.  

This brings me to my point.  I’m sick of hearing girls say “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”  I really can’t think of anything further from the truth.  Have you ladies never had a cupcake?  Buffalo chicken? Anything smothered in cheese!?  Come on. You know those things taste good.  So what’s this sick obsession with crazy dieting?  Sure, maybe go for wheat bread instead of white once in a while but there is no need to torture yourself by depriving yourself of all the wonders of good, greasy, unhealthy deliciousness.  Don’t get me wrong- if you enjoy eating healthy, more power to you.  But if you don’t, then DON’T do it. Eat the cupcake. Do it. I guarantee you it tastes 1000 times better than skinny feels.  And to all of you calorie lovers out there like me- next time you feel like going to Urban Outfitters, hit McDonald’s instead.  Shame on you Urban Outfitters.  Eat more, ladies.  EAT MORE.

The Day The World Stopped Turning

September 11th.  It comes every year.  Right after the 10th, right before the 12th.  We know it’s coming, yet for some of us, the emotions continue to hit us like a ton of bricks even after all these years.  Every year, I struggle with how to feel about this day.  My emotions range from sad to confused to happy about how we’ve rebuilt as a nation and angered by how far we have left to go.  I just can’t seem to make sense of it all.

I was only 9 years old on this day in 2001.  This alone blows my mind because the details of it are all still so clearly unclear.  I remember how confused I was…I didn’t have the slightest clue what to make of what was going on.  And here I am, in my senior year at the University of Massachusetts and I don’t think I’ve come any further in my understanding.  I can’t understand having so much hate in your heart that you would want to brutally murder thousands of people and devastate their loved ones beyond repair.  I can’t understand using these innocent lives to target an entire nation of unsuspecting parents who were left having to explain the unthinkable to their children, many of which, before this, knew no evil in the world.  I honestly, truly, cannot understand.

However, there are some things that I have learned in the past 12 years.  Over these years, the evil has not stopped.  It wouldn’t even be unreasonable to say that I haven’t gone a week without hearing bad news of some sort from somewhere around the world.  But there is one thing I know for sure.  Not ONE day has gone by where I haven’t been able to find some good in the world.  Whether it’s a friendly smile from a stranger on the way to class or work, or a text or call from a loved one “just because”, we are all pretty lucky.  

On September 11, 2001, not everyone was so lucky.  But this is September 11, 2013.

Never, never, NEVER forget that day.  Never let those poor innocent lives and the grief of their loved ones slip from your mind.  But today, open yourself up and allow some of the good in.  I am blessed.  You are blessed.  We are ALL blessed to even have this day to wonder about how we should feel.  So let yourself feel some good vibes.  Take in the sadness, the left over confusion, and reflect upon it.  Then let in the happiness.  For just this one day, try to leave out the politicians and the pointing of the finger.  Do something nice for someone today, just because.  Tell your loved ones you love them an extra time.  If not for them, if not for yourself, do it for those who didn’t get the chance on this day 12 years ago. 

9/11/2001- Never Forget.