When the last suitcase left my apartment the first Saturday morning of Spring Break, despite my staying put, I felt freer.
My life would suck without Kelly Clarkson. She has been around for a long time ? eight seasons to be exact ? and as a personal screaming-type of release from the real world, she has been amazing.
Who knew that finding a place to live would be so difficult? My latest adventure, if you can call it that, has been the search for housing.
When does night end and morning begin? I woke up this past Tuesday morning to a moonlit sky and ?Shake It? playing on the radio.
?Good morning, Upper East Siders.? What I wouldn?t give to hear those words when I wake up.
Squish.I can?t believe I just stepped in horse crap wearing flip-flops.
A 50-cent phone charm from the Goodwill on Route 29 adorns my Samsung SCH-u740 cell phone.
I never thought I would ever be the type of person to rush a fraternity, but as of last week, I have found myself in new territory ? and loving it.
A hungry crowd sits in silent anticipation. The speaker poses a question: ?How many of you spend too much time worrying about the future?? Instead of hands shooting up like stars, this quieter crowd nods their heads in unison like they are entranced.
