DTH at a Glance: Meow-y Christmas
It’s official: I’ve given up on school and am ready to pursue my career as an overly festive cat lady.
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It’s official: I’ve given up on school and am ready to pursue my career as an overly festive cat lady.
We at the DTH are an unbiased news source. We pride ourselves on delivering news that aims to treat all different points of view and opinions with fairness. But there is one thing this week — one topic of utmost importance — on which I must share my stance:
Honestly, I was spoiled AF as a first-year.
Well, I just gained five pounds in three days of being home, so you know what that means, folks: It’s officially the holiday season.
I want my readers to know me more personally, so today I’m answering the ultimate icebreaker: “If you were stuck on a deserted island and could only bring three items, what would they be?”
I wish I could be a film junkie. I really do.
I’m not the type to cry during movies. My favorite character dies — nothing. The hero saves the universe from sure destruction — nope. Even “Marley and Me” didn’t do a darn thing for me.
The votes are in. Following an incredibly close and dramatic election cycle, Donald Trump has been elected as the 45th president of the United States.
When you were in high school, you sat far in the back of your U.S. history class. Half asleep, you flipped absentmindedly through your textbook, the pages a blur of battles with funny titles and pompous men donning white wigs. The names and the dates seemed so far away; the ways of the dead world, unfamiliar; the pertinence of each detailed situation, seemingly nonexistent.
My sophomore year of high school, I was on the homecoming court and won class favorite. I was also in a relationship, president of my class and involved in more than seven clubs.
Hopefully you remember, but in case you forgot: Halloween was last night. Parties were had, merriment was made and the only thing scarier than the costumes on Franklin Street was the fact that I have an 8 a.m. on Tuesdays. Today, we’re bringing you the best ways we know how to recover and get past Oct. 31, but as for me, I’m going to continue to eat dollar-bin candy and make myself sick until I raise my glass on New Year’s Eve.
I’ve been talking for months about my Halloween costume and its greatness. I planned on being Marilyn Monroe in all her timeless glory and strutting down Franklin Street like traffic had stopped for me alone.
If you haven’t gotten the memo yet, early voting started last Thursday. Though considering the enormous increase in the number of people in Orange County who have already cast their ballot, you should know that by now. Also because everyone and her mom has posted a selfie wearing an “I Voted!” sticker. (You should tweet those at us, by the way.)
In yesterday’s newsletter, I low-key ranted about how I felt like I was still a mess even after Fall Break. Today, I’m back with a better mindset.
My life was a mess before Fall Break.
When I was a first-year, I was unnecessarily hype about going to Franklin on Halloween. Too many promises of insane parties and spooky tales about the Gimghoul house got me way too pumped, and my expectation was that Franklin would be the cherry on top of it all.
There are many things I hate in this life. The state fair is one of them.
There are few things I hate more than those creepy chain emails from middle school. I so much prefer the funny (albeit NSFW) chain texts people send now that don’t threaten to make a ghost girl appear in your room at midnight. Those would all go the exact same way:
Let’s talk about me for a minute. I’m a Virgo. I’m a planner. I need to know everything that is going to happen to me in the next six months so that I can plan accordingly. I am so schedule-oriented that I already know the next time I’ll need to scratch my back (I have about 15 minutes).
Sometimes, life in Chapel Hill gets a bit boring. So when crazy things like Hurricane Matthew head our way, I admittedly get a little excited that things are going to get mixed up.