Manic Mondays: Jingle-Belling on a Budget

So the cat’s out of the bag: I can’t afford to buy any of you Christmas presents.

Which sucks because I actually thoroughly enjoying giving presents. There was a time in my life (probably when I was 16 and recieveng my first ever paychecks) that I gave gifts to everyone that had ever looked at me. My second grade teacher? Here’s an Old Navy fleece! Everyone in my eighth grade class? Here’s a mug filled with cookies and chocolates.

And, to be honest, I’d like to think that I’m a pretty good gift-giver. I usually know what people will really love, instead of being that girl who gives her sister fuzzy socks that were on sale at Target.

But, as I continue my life as a struggling college student who hates working more than 12 hours a week, my funds have naturally diminished. And I’m left here wondering if (despite all my efforts to avoid them) I’ll be wrapping fuzzy socks in my near future.



There’s No Place Like Home (How Corny)

I attend a college with a very unique culture. For those of you who have never heard of St. Bonaventure University (which is probably most of you), it is a small, private Franciscan university in the middle of absolutely no where.

There’s nothing to do, the weather is terrible, and you see the same people on campus every day.

So why is everyone obsessed with it?

I’m not sure. But, I’m no exception. I adore my school. It’s kind of like a cult to everyone who is a part of it. It even has a name: “The Bona Bubble.”

As a result of this cult-like obsession, most Bonnies dread leaving campus. And I don’t mean graduating. I mean, like for week-long breaks. Students actually hate traveling back home for the winter and suffer from Bonaventure withdrawal.

I suppose I am an exception to this norm, though. As much as I love my school, nothing will ever compare to being home. I wouldn’t say I’m a homebody, but I will definitely never pass up an opportunity to lay in my own bed with my cat, eat entire bags of Cheetos on my couch, and have my baskets of dirty clothes magically cleaned by the laundry fairy (thanks Mom).

Everyone at school says this feeling starts to fade as you become more and more attached to Bona’s. I still haven’t experienced that.

On Monday I traveled home for Thanksgiving, and I was just as excited as I’ve always been to be homeward bound. Upon entering my house, I promptly ate a bag of Doritos, a bowl of Reese’s Puffs and a Krispy Kreme doughnut. If I were at school I would’ve been scrounging for leftover Easy Mac scraps. Honestly, what isn’t to love about being home?

I think my love for home has a lot to do with my forever friends, too. I’ve had the same group of girl friends since the beginning of high school, and no matter how many wonderful people I meet in high school, nothing will ever replace my original friendships. A lot of people go home on breaks and sit in bed watching Netflix for 12 hours at a time, but I get to run around my hometown eating 40 cent wings at our local bar on Monday, have a wine night with the girls on Tuesday, go out on the town Wednesday, etc. (although, seriously, there is nothing wrong with a good Netflix binge).

Regardless of all that, though, it’s a wonderful time to be home with family. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and no, not just because of the food. I love the energy that comes along with Thanksgiving. The though of sleeping in Thursday morning, watching that stupid parade with my Mom, making more appetizers than I’ll ever be able to eat, and laughing for the rest of the day with the most important people… how can you not smile at that?

So, as much as I love being young and wild and free at college, I’ll always love the comfort of home even more. And I encourage everyone to appreciate that comfort this week, too.

I guess it goes without saying that my stress levels are at an all-time minimum right now. But, never fear, as soon as I get back to school there’s only one week until finals. Nothing puts a damper on the holiday season like that realization. Buzzkill.

Anyway, Happy (early) Thanksgiving πŸ™‚

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On Wednesdays We Don’t Sleep

I shouldn’t be surprised that I suffer from insomnia. I mean, with my anxiety, my worrisome personality and my hypochondriac-ness, it only seems fitting that I suffer from a sleeping disorder.

I’ve always had a difficult time falling asleep. When I was younger I tried all sorts of things to combat my struggles. I tried listening to ocean wave sound effects, drinking warm beverages, turning my fan on, turning my fan off. Nothing really helped.

As I got older, I tried other things like hard drugs (kidding, Zquil) but that really doesn’t do the trick either.

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What Not to Wear: Halloween Edition

In girl world, Halloween is the one day a year when a girl can…

…Stress out even more than usual about what she’s going to wear (refer to my original what not to wear post: ).

Ah, yes. The costume party of all costume parties is approaching, and if you’re anything like me, you’ve been going insane trying to think of something to wear for the holiday.

And, if you’re anything like me (part two), you obviously need to have the funniest, the cutest and the most clever costume.

FINE, I admit it… I kind of like attention.

But, as a 20-something, collegiate girl, it can be an absolute terror trying to find a balance between cute and funny. That’s the real Nightmare on Elm Street/any street for that matter.

Personally, I will always prefer funny costumes over sexy costumes. Anyone can throw on a cop costume with a deep v-neck and a push-up bra. Sorry, ladies, literally no one is impressed. Do us all a favor and, if you’re planning on being a bunny… don’t.

So, unless you’re going to outdo everyone and wear lingerie out in 30 degree weather (I feel like I may regret setting that up as a challenge..) be original for once. Please. I’m begging.

I don’t even think I hate scantily clad costumes so much as I hate boring ones. Like, by all means, dress up as Pam Anderson from Bay Watch. That is in no way conservative, but at least I didn’t see 12 of you walking around the party.

Back to the dilemma, though. Clearly I appreciate an original, funny costume idea much more than a pair of cat ears and thigh highs, but it’s still difficult finding a clever outfit yet somehow still letting people know you’re, well, a female. For example, I could easily dress up as Marshall Mathers with my creepy, pale skin and bleach-blonde hair, but like, that would be really freaking weird of me. Funny: good. Creeping everyone at my college out: bad.

I really do admire the girls that have the guts to go all out. The ones that do not care at all what they look like and take Halloween as an opportunity to be hilarious. My friend was Lil’ Wayne last year. And not like “a sexy Lil’ Wayne” in a mini skirt (that actually doesn’t even make sense.. Why would he be wearing a skirt?). No, I mean like foil teeth and a dreaded wig. That’s hysterical. Kudos, girlfriend.

There are two types of girls on Halloween...

There are two types of girls on Halloween…

Oh, and I forgot to mention one other important factor. Most girls (sane ones at least) don’t want to spend more than, let’s say, $4.75 on their entire Halloween attire. So that will really narrow your options down to being a bed-sheet ghost, which may be my best bet at this point.

So, what’s a difficult girl like me to do? Stress, duh. I’ll probably still be worrying about my costume on Friday.

It’s just really hard being an easily unimpressed, critical brat on the holidays, isn’t it?


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