Watching Awkward Movies with my Parents, as told by gifs

Words cannot even begin to describe the awkwardness of introducing your parents to a new movie or show that turns out to be a LOT more objectionable than you remember. This happens to me a lot, sadly. Like last week, I introduced my dad to Mad Men. Last week’s episode…happened to filled with a S&M-esque tryst. Cool. (I’m still scarred for life from when I convinced my dad & 17 year old brother to go see “The Master” in theaters with me. What…was…I…thinking?!)


So, just like always, the movie begins just as you remember. So far, so good (unless your family’s like mine & have infamous question askers. While, yes, sometimes I talk in movies, asking constant questions is THE WORST.)


But then you remember that one really inappropriate scene in the movie, but can’t remember when it happens…and suddenly are on edge.anigif_enhanced-buzz-16039-1368117857-10

Anything slightly objectionable makes you really, really nervous & you’re constantly checking your parents’ faces to gauge their reaction. My method is to talk loudly about ANYTHING ELSE in order to distract them from the screen. tumblr_inline_mm27cdp2uL1r79k32

And then, IT happens.


My parents:




Try as you might to defend the movie (or in my case last week, Mad Men), you know it’s a lost cause. You lost all movie choosing clout. Get ready to watch campy superhero movies for the rest of your life.

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Job Hunting, as told by gifs

Well, I’ve officially been out of college for 9 days.


What have I been doing on this glorious self-proclaimed vacation week? Obviously not blogging, whoops.


Basically, I’ve been living a life Liz Lemon would be proud of. Sleeping, watching all of the seasons of “Community,” and eating. I love food and laziness. This series of gifs = post-grad life thus far. Watch out, a life this fabulous is contagious.




But now that my vacation week is over, I’ve been having the bad feeling that maybe…somehow…perhaps…I need to find a real job. Cue ominous music.  


People in town are starting to ask questions that I just can’t answer…questions like:


And I’m just like…


Another reason I need a job is because every time I pull up my bank account, I die a little.


Job hunting is such a weird way to describe finding a job. It’s honestly like the Hunger Games. I have to choose which career path to pursue (curse you, abstract Communications Studies degree!) and hope the odds are in my favor! So, phase 1 of job hunting is of course self-actualization. anigif_enhanced-buzz-32541-1366772301-14

I just want to do work that is meaningful and makes me excited everyday to spend my time doing it. Like this adventurous corgi—he knows what’s up:


May we all be like this dog.


Graduation, as told by gifs

So, I’m officially done with all undergrad coursework. Which is…weird.


Four years of collegiate schooling…but yet, I still have to think of this gif when people ask me how I’m doing.


…You might say I thrived during college.


Preparation for graduation is almost as prominent as the act itself! It’s like a video game–each level must be defeated before moving forward. First, Financial Aid reminds you that now owe your soul (and wallet) to Sallie Mae. I love loans!


And then you have to deal with level 2: mutual melancholy from all other graduates. Because of the semester abroad, I “left” Lee all the way back in December and thus, “dealt” with all the sad feelings about leaving then. (Note: the quote marks signify ignorance). Me circa December 2012:

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But still. It’s hard to know what to say other than “It gets better?” (Because let’s be honest, I’m in the same boat, just living in blissful ignorance! What boat?)



Finally, level 3: ACTUAL GRADUATION



It might be boring. (High school graduation was! I was too busy mentally preparing myself for walking across the stage in sky-high heels.)


There will be overdressed people.


But whatever, let’s do this.


Finals Week, as told by gifs

I’m two papers away from total and complete freedom. Great news, right?


Totally great news, if you (like me) ignore the two papers part, which I have been successfully doing for the past two weeks.

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Until…I realized that my papers were indeed due…THIS WEEK.


How can this be?!


I know, I know. Complaining about two tiny papers after living in Europe for 3 months?


All of y’all dealing with “real finals” probably feel this way right now:

maddogOne paper won’t be a problem at all. The other though…


On the other hand, who needs to graduate anyways?