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(10/12/16 4:38am)
“Home is where I want to be,” begins Talking Heads’ famous song “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody).” I recently heard this song on a road trip up to Pennsylvania; well, two different covers of it: The first by Kishi Bashi and the second by The Lumineers.
(09/28/16 5:40am)
My mom tells me constantly, “You can’t do it all.”
(09/14/16 4:05am)
Parties can be hard. I’ve found myself smushed up against more poster-covered walls than I’d like to count, awkwardly scanning the room to see if I know anyone or huddling with the group I arrived with.
(08/31/16 4:51am)
One of my goals when I arrived at UNC two years ago was to attend as many concerts as possible as an undergraduate. Of course, like so many of my wide-eyed first-year hopes, I’ve fallen short of my goal to become immersed in Chapel Hill’s music scene.
(07/21/16 3:36am)
Recently, there’s been quite a bit of Taylor Swift drama — you know, her new relationship with Tom Hiddleston, Calvin Harris’ admission she wrote the song “This Is What You Came For,” and now, the infamous “TaylorGate.” It’s easy to forget Swift is not just a public persona, but a musician, too. While Chapel Hill is far away from wherever she’s currently tweeting, I can’t help but remember how much her music has shaped my college experience.
(06/30/16 6:32am)
Did you know you can check out books from any of UNC’s libraries even if you’re not enrolled in summer classes? I didn’t; at least, I didn’t know when I first decided to stay in Chapel Hill this summer. While I may not be the most well-informed Tar Heel around, I’m really happy that even though I’m not taking classes in either summer sessions, I can still go to Davis and fill my arms with great books.
(06/02/16 12:57am)
Chapel Hill is a walking town. During my first year at UNC, I complained almost everyday about the daunting trek from south campus to main campus. My sophomore year, I lived minutes away from Greenlaw Hall where most of my classes are. This summer I’m in Carrboro and in the fall, I’ll be in an apartment down MLK. So I’ll be back to walking. And no, I won’t be doing George Michael Bluth’s sad Charlie Brown walk from Arrested Development. I’m happy to report, after two years of walking around Chapel Hill, I’ve come to love it. More importantly, I choose a long walk anywhere over a bus ride almost every time.
(04/21/16 2:05am)
I have never considered myself Southern. Yes, I was born and raised outside of Charlotte, but my identity has always felt more tied to denying my roots than embracing them. I drink my tea unsweet. The only country musicians I’ll admit to liking are Hank Williams and Johnny Cash. When I chose to attend UNC, I delighted in how it felt more like a northern university. I realized how wrong that assumption was when I got here. UNC students are Southern and proud.
(04/07/16 3:04am)
In January, I was in a rush to apply for as many internships as I possibly could: All in New York City. While I was ambitious with my career goals, I failed to think about how possible it would be financially to live in Manhattan for the summer. The going got rough, and I changed my plans.
(03/24/16 3:33am)
It’s getting close to the end of the semester. The weather is warming up, there is an abundance of people sporting overalls on the quad and exams are only a month away (cue the internal screaming).
(03/03/16 3:31am)
I am anxious. I have never been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, but I know I have one.
(02/18/16 5:41am)
We all put our feet into our mouths sometimes. Try imagining saying something you shouldn’t and having the whole world discussing your gaffe. For celebrities, mistakes are magnified. Kanye West, oversharer extraordinaire, is one who doesn’t learn from his verbal missteps. I woke up last Friday morning and did my usual scroll through Facebook. All my go-to sources, Refinery29, Nylon and the like, reported on Kanye West’s new song “Famous” and its misogynistic language directed at the songstress of my soul, Taylor Swift.
(02/04/16 4:20am)
I recently came across an article on Facebook entitled something like, “Stop degrading your major.” While I didn’t take a moment out of my mindless scrolling to actually read the article, the title was enough to get me thinking about the way I talk about my major. I’m an English major; when I tell people this, I usually follow it up with, “Yeah, I know I will probably end up jobless for a while.”
(01/21/16 4:48am)
I remember exactly where I was, what I was doing, and how dumbfounded I felt when I heard the news that actor Philip Seymour Hoffman had died. I was sitting in the car on Super Bowl Sunday waiting for my dad while he grocery shopped when The New York Times notification popped up on my phone. Just a few nights before, I had rewatched “Almost Famous,” one of my favorite of Hoffman’s films, for what probably had to be the 20th time. He was dead. I was devastated. I didn’t know him. So it is with celebrity deaths.
(11/19/15 4:30am)
In case you missed it, Ed Sheeran and Joe Jonas were both on campus last week. In other words, my inner fangirl started to bubble with something reminiscent of preteen joy.
(11/05/15 5:07am)
I’ve been thinking a lot about “The Little Prince” lately. If you’re unfamiliar with the story by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the Little Prince is an alien boy who lives on his own asteroid and somehow finds himself marooned in a desert.
(10/22/15 5:36am)
Fall and winter are my favorite seasons. Call me a grandma, but when the air gets chillier, I feel happier. Between hot tea, cozy sweaters and the best holidays of the year during these months, I love almost everything cold weather has to bring. Well, except how many colds I contract during these months; and how many of my friends and classmates seem to be falling under the cooler season’s sickly spell.
(10/08/15 3:53am)
I live my life by making lists. These bulleted agendas are what help me get through the week, and they look a little something like this: do laundry, write geography paper, schedule doctor’s appointment, write column, eat dinner. Some might call this neurotic; I call it means for survival.
(09/24/15 3:38am)
Sleep is great. I try to get nine hours every night; that sounds worse on paper than it does in my head. Worse, as in, that’s one of the lamest things I’ve ever written.
(09/10/15 4:05am)
#SquadGoals is a phrase that has integrated itself into not only my internet vocabulary, but my IRL vocabulary, too. I’m not the only person this has happened to either.