Another College Blog

  Ashleigh showed up at my door like she owned the place, already dressed in tight jeans and a strappy top like she’d just walked off a reality show. “You’re coming with me,” she said, pushing past me. “Karaoke night. Double date. And no, I’m not dragging any of my friends if your guy turns out to be awful. That’s your job, princess.” Before I could even protest, she was already flipping through my closet. “Where’s that little silver skirt? You know, the one that makes your legs look ten miles long?” She found it. Of course she did. Twenty minutes later, I was in that ridiculous sparkly mini, and my cropped black turtleneck. I did my makeup quick but decent—winged liner, red gloss, the usual. Ashleigh just nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. You’ll look amazing on stage.” I was about to argue that I wasn’t singing, but we both knew that was a lie. The bar was already packed. Ashleigh’s guy—Liam—was charming in a too-much-cologne, opens-doors kind of way. Mine? His name was Carter. He spe...

  You don't think Mia would give me a break in terms of wearing the maid uniform just because it's hotter than Hell, do you.  As I'm trying to get our place read for the start of school, Mia's place is already ready thanks to me and she can worry about things like the floors being mopped and everything being dusted. I wish I had that kind of luxury. Nothing seems to escape Mia's notice.  I ever got new knobs for the cabinets because our were apparently too masculine.  You knew that the painting was coming too. The thing that sucks is I'm turning our apartment into a Barbie doll house and it's a lot of work, but when Felicia sees it, she's going to be pissed that it's so girlified.  I can't believe that this has been going on so long. It was almost a year ago when I was posting about playing basketball in college.  This definitely did not go as planned. It seems that the big determinants as to whether I get to go back to brunette are the pin up ph...