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Boob Toob

23 Mar

A good friend of mine recently got breast implants as an early graduation present/right of passage in her family (both her mother and grandmother have had the procedure done as well). Now, before this procedure I’d describe her boobs as “skinny nips.” If you don’t get what I mean by that, when she’d walk around at night with just a t-shirt and no bra before bed, it really just looked like she had a matchstick where each of her breasts were supposed to be. I don’t have a problem with plastic surgery, as long as you do it for the right reasons, so I am happy for her. Before she wasn’t confident about her body and would wear bras with intense amounts of padding. Somewhere there’s a mangled therapeutic mattress labeled “hunted for bra padding.” I’m not kidding. But Allie, how do you know she did it for the right reasons? Well, it’s simple. If she wanted to be a whore and just appear more attractive to men she would have upgraded from here barely-there A cup to an eye-poking D. Instead, she went from her matchsticks to a modest B cup. She’s proud of them, she’s comfortable with them–good for her! After winter break she threw together a little gathering at her apartment–it was a coming out party for her new friends…her boobs. I’m not sure why, but the party had a Breast Cancer awareness theme to it, considering there were Hershey Kisses wrapped in pink foil, Oreos with pink filling separated into halves and dotted with pink gel coloring to resemble boobs and pink crystal light mixed with vodka. It was an evening to celebrate the girls.

Today I ran into her on the quad. We chatted for a few, and then she told me whilst at a club over spring break she was let into the VIP section. She then paused, grabbed her boobs and said “they’re already paying for themselves!” And then I contradicted this entire blog post.


For serious, she’s a great person, a good friend and a whole lot of fun to be around. Not to mention she got a kick-ass, prestigious job for after graduation…she’s one of the few seniors I know that’s already employed. And for those of you who are perverts, she got the job BEFORE the implants–so get your minds out of the gutter!


Just Not Cutting It

3 Oct

Today I was at a fine dining establishment with a few of my friends. After receiving our food one of my friends, who ordered steak, seemed somewhat confused but excited at the same time. That’s when she told us “this is the first time I’m cutting my own steak…my dad usually does it for me!” She said this like there was nothing wrong with it. Like there was nothing wrong with the fact that a 20 year old had never, until this very day, cut her own steak. I told her you cut it the same way you’d cut any other food and then she told me she usually just cuts things with her fork. I face-palmed at that very moment. She just didn’t get it “like what’s good? I don’t know what’s good!” she was talking about what parts were meat and what parts were fat. I told her it would be obvious. She also held her knife quite weird.


It makes me think of how fortunate I am to have grown up in a family where I was given the chance to cut my steak at such a young age. Never take anything in life for granted!

I will say, however, that at 21 I still get my steak knife taken away from me quite often because I play with it too much. You know, I cut the paper table cloth and such…tap on the water glass…my mom doesn’t trust me.

Marionettes Finish Last

30 Jul
This post is going to be more of a rant, but at the same time, it may offer a nice bit of advice…
     Don’t ever let anybody run your life for you. I don’t care who it is, you absolutely have to live life your own way. Of course, some guidelines are obviously okay (like ones that are set by your parents and/or guardians) but in general, do what you want to do, live how you want to live. Don’t fall to the feet of someone else, because one day that person won’t be around anymore, and then what are you going to do? Wait for the next guy who has a nice set of strings to hook onto your shoulders and move you whichever way he chooses? No, because that’d be stupid, and foolish. Besides, if you spend your entire life, or even just part of your life, following how someone else wants you to live, you’ll get so caught up in THEIR life, that you’ll miss part of your own! 
     You’ll begin to forget about your other friends, you know, the ones you had before you surrendered your life to someone else, and that will just end terribly–because one day, your “master” will be gone, and then who are you gonna cry to? You may be too old to cry to mommy and daddy, so that’s what FRIENDS are for. FRIENDS will always be there for you, no matter what. Relationships come and go.

Let this be a lesson to all that let temporary things get in the way of permanent ones.
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