Falsies for the not so fabulous

Every one wants beautiful, luscious everything. Women get $800 hair extensions to make themselves feel more beautiful (not for your guys, sorry to break it to ya,) and I, being the broke post-gradder that I am, get free eyelash extensions. Yes, free. I willingly glued synthetic falsies to my eyes, but for a good cause. Laziness was my main cause, friendship and education was also my cause, and this blog was my cause. I needed more material so I thought let’s glue some stuff to my face.

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8 Things My Hippie Mom Taught Me

The first image that comes to mind when I think of my mom is walking into the kitchen with James Taylor turning on the record player … but I always thought that I’d see you again, one more time again… the sun is streaming through the windows glowing on her. She’s in overalls and a DIY tank top; her golden blonde hair is messily thrown up in a clip with strands falling out the sides and bottom of her neck. She’s one of the most free people I’ve ever met in my life and the way she lived has taught me much about myself.

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Leaving is the scariest part

I graduated from college in the Fall, and I’m still searching for a job. It’s crazy to me that to be considered for an entry-level job you have to have 1-3 years experience, and unfortunately I didn’t have the option of working multiple unpaid internships during college because I had rent, car payments, insurance, loans, food, and gas to pay for as I’m sure a lot of people my age also had to do.

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6 Ways Living Abroad Has Ruined Me (And Probably You)

Cobble stone streets, not so cheap eats (the dollar ain’t got sh*t on the pound,) and English greets. And some other stuff.
By Kristen Carraher | Photos by Brian Horrocks

Broad Street, sunset.
Broad Street, sunset.

So I’m sure everyone has heard, most people that never studied abroad regret it. I studied abroad for a summer (only six weeks) and I regret not doing an entire semester. But guess what, those six weeks still ruined me, so here’s six reasons why:

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