i say this as a friend

to all those cute, fresh-faced, eager freshmen entering the daunting and exciting world of college: don't be fooled. sure, i also thought "the freshman 15 doesn't apply to me. i'm special. heck, i'll probably lose 15 pounds my first year, what with free (hahahaha) access to a gym, p.e. classes, and healthy food options at the cafeteria!" i, too, started freshman year with dreams of spending every free moment at the gym and sporting my first six pack since i was six. but be warned, dear freshmen, it's a lie.

a brilliant lie, just like the others fed to our generation. and sure, we hear about the f15 from our elders, but who really believes what wise older people tell them?

the point is, please take heed, dear freshmen: you will gain weight. you might not like it. it's not going to go away by itself. and by gum if you don't realize that the 'frozen yogurt' is actually soft serve ice cream, god save your soon to be chubby cheeks.

cause you're no different from the rest of us.

get me out of here

when i think of summer, images of blasting the latest lady gaga, katy perry, and justin bieber (yep. i said it.) with the windows down in my best friend's car come to mind. especially during the afternoon, my favorite time of day. there's nothing like wearing sunglasses and yelling out the lyrics to our songs with absofruitly no worry about being off-key or just plain annoying.

but as i remember these memories fondly, one issue comes up: i always seem to be the only person in the car who has a hair issue with the wind. one of my best friends has beautiful curly hair that she mousses every day, therefore locking it in place. boys (that i hang out with) don't have an issue because they don't have flowing locks. and my other best friend usually has her hair up.

is it my fault that i like to rock a down-do? should i be upset that my hair is relatively easy to style, therefore it flies every which way? and since i've always based a good amount of my self-confidence in having decent hair, i haven't been tempted to shave it all off (it'll happen sometime). so why do i get so upset when i can't enjoy a simple pleasure like driving with the windows down?

riddle me that.