Continuing the Girly-ness Digitally…

Have you ever wondered what other people are wearing, doing, or saying when it comes to all of the things you and your roommates talk about? From GNO’s to boys to ugly snaps you receive and screenshot, why isn’t their a place that you can find all of it and compare your life with other college girls throughout the world? Well, with my new app “That’s What Girls Do” you can! 

ImageShare your outfits, fun times, and the places that you went on your Girls Night Out! Image

Let everyone know how nice it is to stay in and binge on Netflix and ice cream when everyone decides to stay in!

Ever have those moments where you just go “oops”? Let other people know that they’re not alone and laugh about the things that make other people go “oops.”

Got school pride? Is studying taking over your life? Share it with the world! 

Boys, boys, boys. Have a screenshot of a funny pickup line or something disgustingly sweet that your boyfriend sent? I know you do. Hide their name and let everyone laugh or swoon with you.

The test of true friendship these days seems to be the receiving of mind-bending, horrifying Snapchats to your closest friends. We all have that one friend who takes it to a whole new level and leaves it visible for too many seconds giving us the perfect opportunity to screenshot it. Share the embarrassment and hope that you don’t ever see yourself!

 

The best part of an app like this is there are so many different ways to use it, but the most useful way is satirically. Enjoy the app!

Finding the Time to Dance

In life there is a time for everything under the sun: A time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to laugh and a time to cry, and even a time to tear apart and a time to sew together. With college comes a wealth of life lessons from mistakes made and chances missed. The hard part is sometimes getting through all of the noise to find hope and clarity.

At the start of this semester my life had gone from a blissful walk in Central Park to a whirling tornado that continued to spiral out of control. My uncle was pulled off of life support and passed away the week before the first week of the semester so I missed that crucial time due to the funeral. (Here’s a cool article honoring his life: http://www.savingcountrymusic.com/lead-guitar-player-will-indian-passes-away) As I finally made my way back into town I never got the chance to settle into a groove because for the first time in my life I had my heart honestly broken by a boy who couldn’t stick around. Then as the weeks progressed, I continued to digress; making decisions that ultimately were causing me to self destruct.

It’s a funny thing living on your own, making your own decisions, and trying to find solid ground to catch your breath on. I wasn’t prepared to be thrown for such a loop, but every day I thank God for my roommates and my friends.

Jenne and I at my Uncle Will's benefit concert

Jenne and I at my Uncle Will’s benefit concert

When I missed that first week of classes Jenne went to all of mine that she could to make sure I got a syllabus and the notes that I needed so that I wouldn’t be too far behind. From heartbreak to a quick digression my friends held my hand reminding me that even if it is not okay today that one day it will be, and there is no shame in letting yourself feel what needs to be felt. If it weren’t for their encouragement, support, and accountability I wouldn’t be able to be standing with my back straight and head high. They have kept me together even when I swore that I was unraveling at my seams.

In college you don’t always have your family around, so thank God when he creates an extra one for you.

Now that the storm seems to be subsiding they still offer their strength, and are helping me find that time to dance.

Pics or it Didn’t Happen

As the digital age continues to grow there has been more and more definition given to the term “white girl.” There are twitter accounts dedicated to the idea (cc: @commonwhitegrl), Starbucks has become a staple icon for reasons other than it’s dedication to keeping people caffeinated, and every moment of every day is recorded via twitter or Instagram.

Jenne and I are apples that do not fall far from that tree. Yesterday we decided to go on a hike; it was a beautiful day and our muscles were yearning to be moved. The excitement began as we made our way to Jacob’s Well in Wimberly. We had a backpack full of snacks, sandwiches, and water, our hiking shoes were on, and of course our phones were fully charged. As we parked and made our way to the well that is when our inner White Girl made her appearance. It started with pictures of us standing in front of the well, then progressed (or digressed, pick your poison) into pictures on the rocks, on top of the things that we had climbed, action shots, and posed “best friend pictures.” It was a theatrical hike to say the least.

Later that day we all tweeted about our adventures at some point and made sure that all of our favorite photos made their way onto some kind of social media site, to be seen by all of our friends.

We can rag on ourselves for being so typical because we know that we’re a product of a technological age – and I’m sure that most girls from teenagers to young adults and even to parents can agree that this is something they have done or do regularly. Reflecting on the notion it is a shame that we don’t always live in the moment when there are phones around, but as a common white girl I also won’t apologize for the awesome pictures we got.

So in what may very well be the whitest thing I’ve said so far, “sorry not sorry.”Image

Here’s a well-humored article of things that “white girls” hate: http://thoughtcatalog.com/kate-bailey/2013/10/16-things-white-girls-hate-more-than-being-told-they-are-stereotypically-white/

What to do When Life Hands You Lemons

It is a common occurrence that life hands us lemons that are not refreshing nor similar to the color of sunshine, but resemble more of a dilapidated trailer that’s seen too many tornadoes. In my house life hands us all kinds of lemons – sometimes we are feeling generous and pick up dinner for each other or help with the pressing weight of homework. Other times we get those dilapidated lemons, maybe like a spilled margarita or eggs tumbling like humpty dumpty to the ground.

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A couple of weeks ago we decided that it was a good idea to make some strawberry margaritas. It had been a long day and we were ready to relax, but as Sam tried to pour the drink the top of the blender fell off overflowing the cup and letting the frozen treat fall onto our freshly cleaned counters. Now we were in the midst of a dilemma. Do we nix someone’s margarita or do we share what is left and get a lesser amount? Well, life handed us the lemons and we chose to save them. Why waste a perfectly good margarita when the counter is clean? So out comes the plate and the day is saved.

Then there are other times where you are trying your hardest to continue to save something with fear of waste, but it does not turn out the way that you planned it:

As you can see even though we try our best to keep things economical, sometimes the lemons are too rotten to be used.

Why, why, why?

Haley Lauren Jenne

Haley, Myself, and Jenne

For my Fundamentals of Online and Digital Media class we were given the assignment to create, and keep up with, a blog of our choice throughout the semester. As I scavenged my brain for a good idea to choose as my topic nothing seemed to jump out and scream, “Lauren, this is it!” I am an avid advocate of classic fashion, reading, and living a healthy lifestyle, but I knew those were things that I didn’t necessarily want to write about continuously. I kept asking myself, what would you want to read from someone else? I wanted an inner monologue that wasn’t an opinion being shoved down the readers throats; something funny, sometimes serious, and most of all relatable even if it is in a backwards sense. That’s where the idea for this blog was born. Why not write about all of the oddities that happen within my own home and town? Living with roommates in college produces not only the rawest stories, but odd habits, uncoorelated events that somehow still end up running into each other, and advice for what to do when you see that boy that you accidentally gave your number to. So here’s to a semester of blogging about what-did-you-just-say’s, tweets sent out about the obscenities we hear/see on the bus, and all of the times we drink wine out of coffee mugs.

Lauren and Sam roommate

Samantha and Myself

Here’s the link to my twitter to see the things that I see on the bus, from my porch, or just in every day life: https://twitter.com/LaurenIndian