Unwritten

I didn't really read blogs before I came to college. What I did on the computer was basically Facebook and check my email. And more Facebook. Facebook Facebook Facebook. No blogs. Or blogging.

Then I got to college and everyone 1.) read blogs and 2.) wrote blogs. So I started reading blogs. Whether personal blogs that people write in the spare time or political blogs off of main webpages, I read them. And then I wanted to blog, just like everyone else. Then I went abroad, and I finally had something interesting to blog about! And I tried to continue it, but I realized that I was boring. But I always had an itch to blog. Then I started taking this class (#smpasocial for you Twitter people) which has now required me to blog.

However, I wish I woulda known that you don't have to blog in college.

It's kind of weird, you might be thinking, because obviously I'm this great blogger and I am getting 10000s of hits a day (which is lies, by the way. I'm not). But you may think it's weird because blogging isn't really a big deal anymore so why do I wish I woulda known that I don't have to blog?

Well, my friends, because just that - blogging isn't a big deal anymore. Anyone and everyone can start one, and it's not something that really adds much to peoples' lives. Yes, I like the blogs I follow on my Googlereader (Date Me D.C. is hilarious and Small College Kitchen gives great cooking tips for college students), but I don't think that I would be worse off without them. I don't think that I'd have a void in my life.

Honestly, I probably would be more productive if I wasn't a blog reader and a blogger myself. I'd probably spend a lot less time on the internet and more time doing homework and being out in the world. Or it could be spent on Facebook, but let's just think that wouldn't happen.

I guess that I wish I woulda have felt the need to blog because everyone else did, but that I wanted to blog for myself, regardless of who was reading. I like to write, and it's definitely a great creative outlet, but at the end of the day it's a fad that I followed, and not something I came up with on my own.

At least I have a creative topic for this blog though, right??

Always,
Caroline

"Unwritten" is by Natasha Bedingfield.

Whatever Happened

I start this post with a *disclaimer.* 

**DISCLAIMER: If you are a parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, professor, person who sits inside every weekend night and twiddles their thumbs, people who doesn't condone drinking/hangovers, then this post isn't for you and I suggest clicking the "x" and exiting now.

Alright, now that I've weeded out those who might be offended by the topic of this post, I can continue.

I remember freshman year not wanting to stay out too late, knowing that I had lots of stuff to do the next days. I'd go out, come back at the normal hour, wake up at a normal hour, go get breakfast (seeing all the "biddies" doing their walk of shames in last night's clothes), do whatever I had to do, and then repeat. I had fun, don't get me wrong, but I was so worried about what I had to do that I cut short what I was doing.

I wish I woulda known to just go out, stay out super late, sleep super late, wake up, BMM a friend to get the Deli (aka the GW Deli, the best food on GW's campus), then sit around the talk about what did (or didn't happen). Seriously, that is the best hangover cure ever. Just sitting around with your friends and your hangover food and Bravo TV in the background is awesome.

I really really wish I woulda known that earlier. Being a senior, I've probably done this situation most weekends (sorry Mom and Dad! I told you to stop reading!!!) until sorority recruitment took over my life for two weeks. 

Its really one of the best feelings ever to just sit around, eat greasy food (personal favorite - bacon, egg, and cheese on an everything bagel), and just laugh with your friends. It is just so relaxing and fun to just be a 21 year old and laugh about the crazy things you did (or didn't do) the night before. Its hilarious to talk about the weird people you met the night before. And before you know it, your headache will go away, your stomach will stop hurting, and your hangover will be gone. And you'll be super happy.

Looking back on my younger years, probably not going out so late and not drinking [a lot] when going out had made it easier for me to go and do this stuff this year. These rough mornings with my friends are already some of my fondest memories of college. They are chill, fun, and make me so happy that I spend my time with the people that I am friends with. Laughing with them this year is so worth it, and although I wish I woulda known how great this was earlier, I'm so thankful I've learned it now.

Bring on the rest of senior year.

Always,

Caroline

"Whatever Happened" is by O.A.R.