I’m Out.

So I posted this on the Twitter feed, but I’m done with SBUSL, and onto post-grad life (sob/puke). I scored a job way back in November and start in 12 days (again, puke/sob).

Omni vitii bonii haberent!

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30) Graduation

The talented Matt Rickett of New Wave Magic (and COM ’11) graciously agreed to write a guest post on graduation for Stuff BU Likes. I think everyone will agree that it’s appx 1 million times better than the garbage that I’ve put up here over the past two years (let’s recall that there have been posts consisting entirely of pictures of baby animals).

You can read Matt’s blog here, or follow him on Twitter. If you need a writer for your everyday/out of the ordinary writing needs, that’s his jam.

Read what he has to say and actually take note of his message – it’s one that we all should take to heart.

“To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to possess a guiding principle. A belief of some kind. A bumper sticker, if you will. People in cars on busy freeways call to each other Boycott Grapes, comfort each other Honk If You Love Jesus, joke with each other Be Kind to Animals – Kiss a Beaver. They identify, they summarize, they antagonize with statements of faith: I Have a Dream, Too – Law and Order; Jesus Saves at Chicago Fed; Rod McKuen For President.

– Ordinary People by Judith Guest

For the past sixteen years – whether you know it or not – you’ve been laying the foundations of a house. This house will be you. And, on the Sunday morning of May 22nd, 2011 you will begin constructing your house the moment you open your eyes. The moment you make a choice either to sleep forever – completely ignoring the moving, changing, and confusing world outside – or to wake up and be someone.

The moment you wake up on this impending Sunday – hung over and potentially still drunk – everything you do from then on will be for you. No longer will you acquiesce to the desires of Professors, coaches, TAs, RAs, and Dorm Security Guards. There is no one left to impress – save for the people you want to. You have earned the power of choice. But, this choice and how you use it says multitudes of who you are and what you stand for.

So, I hope you’ve laid your foundation properly.

The key to not being overwhelmed – should you choose to participate in life – is to know why, exactly, you get out of bed in the first place. Why wake up? Why not just lie there and sleep – unable to be contacted, to disappoint, to shame, to be vulnerable. Why subject yourself to this cruel, unforgiving, and dispassionate world? Knowing what gets you out of bed, and knowing why these things get you out of bed, is paramount in understanding yourself.

Knowing who you are is like hiring the best architect or interior designer for the house you’re creating. Who else would know how to design the kitchen or where to place the master bedroom? Who else would know what off shoot of burgundy the dining room should be or what wood your dresser should be – cherry or oak? By understanding why you choose to live you understand what makes you … you. This is an incredibly powerful asset.

By understanding you, you are now invested with the power of change, with the power of editing and revising. We, like a great work of art, are beings of constant flux. We ebb and flow with the path that Life puts us on. It’s imperative, for our happiness and our prosperity, that we understand – truly understand – who we are, where we’ve been, and where we are heading. This can only come through the introspection that is necessary of analyzing why we get out of bed every morning.

So, when you’re two years into the “real world”, unemployed, and scratching for reasons to wake up – think about what’s gotten you up for the past twenty something years. Think about what keeps you up at night. What you day dreamed about while strutting down Comm. Ave on your way to class – looking good and feeling even better. Who are you at your best and what brought you there? Knowing yourself is not only a tool for improvement and understanding, but perseverance and strength.

The same can be said for when you’re two years into the “real world” and realizing that this job you were so excited for isn’t what it was supposed to be. You start to feel that horrible, sinking, feeling that creeps in at night when you begin to realize that your hopes and expectations are nowhere near being met. Knowing yourself gives you the power to make the change you need because of the faith it puts in yourself.

Because – sometimes – change is a choice, too.

So, lets say by now you know who you are – hypothetically – now what? You put it into action i.e. you get a fucking hobby.

We are creatures of creation – just look around. You are surrounded, everyday, by edifices we’ve constructed. Buildings, art, food, roads, cars – all manmade. We thrive on purpose and when that purpose and creation is involved in something we love – a passion – then that leads to internal happiness unparalleled by any other experience.

A happiness that can keep you up at night and out of bed in the morning, that grants you peace of mind and a foundation to stand on. A happiness that is contagious, inspiring, and separates you from everyone else.

I urge you all to be someone – at the very least. To be constructive with your cognitive energy and not spend your time on Facebook or Twitter. To not get sucked into the terrible toxin of reality TV – a unique phenomena that has, unfortunately, taught us Millennials that you do not have to be worthwhile to be “famous”. I urge you all to make yourself vulnerable, to get out of your comfort zone, to participate in the world that is outside your window. To make a difference, an impact, to embrace the pain.

I hope you all – in complete sincerity – fall flat on your face in failure then rise to be better than before. You are human – malleable, plastic, adaptable, and changeable.

You are not made out of glass.

We are given no purpose when we enter this world, we are given no set of instructions, and no path is opened for us. We are merely given a toolbox and ourselves and must make do with what we have, make the best of what God gave us.

Doing this successfully only comes from knowing why the Hell you got out of bed this morning.

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Last day of classes. I’m a senior.

I want to simultaneously celebrate and puke. The real world starts in a month? Shut up. Don’t make me.

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29) BU Guys

Let’s just throw some adjectives out there and I think I should have this one covered adequately:

1) Short

2) Stupid

3) Cocky

4) Lazy

5) Assuming

6) Foreign (however; if they’re white they’re frat boyz who think they can get away with whatever they want)(or they’re athletes who also think they can get away with whatever they want)

7) Feel unaccountable for their actions

End of story ladies – lock it up. NO GUY at BU (and actually, as a second semester senior, I feel like I can extend that to NO GUY IN BOSTON) is worth your time. Also, avoid match.com; if you’re trying to find a guy to buy you Louboutins, Jdate is the way to go (I know this from experience; do you really think I bought my pairs of Louboutins myself?! Answer: NO.)

You may think that escaping from the frat scene will solve all of your problems – FALSE. The only guys you’ll meet at Clink in the Liberty Hotel are guys who will want to take you to Boston Pops concerts and send you pictures of horses (they’re not from Kentucky though)(NO THIS HASN’T HAPPENED TO ME)(FALSE).

Ps, all of those adjectives are reasons you tell your parents why you don’t have a boyfriend/you’re not a lesbian, it just might seem that way (but seriously, after attending BU for 4 years you girls probably have the right idea).

Reveal soon byeeeeeeee.

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Photo Montage

Because it’s entertaining to give the world a snapshot of my mental instability.


My fridge.



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28) Tavern In The Square

I know it’s been a while since my last Pulitzer prize-worthy post. That’s because I, along with approximately 75% of the senior class, have been spending way too much time at this establishment recently. Seriously, starting about a month ago, no one seems to have any desire to go ANYWHERE else.

The owners of this watering hole (the same ones as Joshua Tree and Cityside btw) had a stroke of genius in coming up with this name, seeing as everyone only calls it by the acronym. Talk about word of mouth marketing.

But to be real, the only real reason to go to TITS is for the fishbowls. If you don’t park yourself at a table with one of those bad boys and a couple of friends, you otherwise wander around making way too much small talk with people you met like the first week of freshman year and have zero desire to talk to, and try to avoid making awkward eye contact with people with whom you’re friends on Facebook but have acknowledged like twice in real life.

Real talk: if you’re dancing on the most miniature and makeshift of dance floors at TITS, it is time for you to go home.

It just seems like everyone is getting lazy and no longer wants to stray too far from home. Can’t be helped though, seeing as winter has gone on for approximately FOREVER.


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I’m at T’s.

Being a second semester senior is soooooo hard.

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