The college girl regimen

From being the study worm dedicating her hours at Fondren library maintaining her 4.0 or the one binge watching sex and the city through her 8am lecture, we all intertwine one way or another. The girl who spends hours on contouring to run into the guy she’s been social media stalking since monday compared to the girl who can’t wait to meet her girls at Nobu for catching up on who just got publicly shamed. We all have different mantras but we also all intertwine through our college existence. For the “best years of our life” it doesn’t come so easy, I wish I was handed a rulebook instead of my econ. syllabus. I decided half way through the years of sleepless nights due to hundreds of irrelevant essays and midterms, wasting time on texts I never got and debating what’s worth losing yourself for, to create regimen for us that would be the key to show that living in regret or a daze would not be the end of the world.

  1. GPA doesn’t define you:
    Whether you have perfect attendance and moved into the library dosed up on a stimulant (or expressos) in attempt to keep a 4.0 will mentally destroy you. GPA is a large factor in your college career don’t get me wrong, but basing your life on it could push you back two steps behind rather than two steps forward. You can still have a plan to UT Southwestern or Dedman School of Law but reinvent your weaknesses to strong points. Regardless what your plans are after these next four years they are based on the person you grew to be rather than the precise number on your resumé.
  2. Defining what’s temporary:
    Till this day we all stay hopeful through every situation but always get the same end result that things change. Remember when your mom could spot your fake friends from a mile away and she was always right. We might of not been born with that instinct but there are red flags that we choose to avoid. That one friend who chooses a night out with that one boy she met in the hallway over that night you couldn’t of needed her more should’ve switched the light bulb in your brain. Temporary isn’t forever and forever isn’t temporary.
  3. Men Boys:
    If you’re going into college assuming you’re going to meet the one, prepare to be screwed over. College isn’t the fishbowl where you’re going to find another fish in the sea, it’s where you go to explore yourself. We as girls get caught up in finding love and  don’t even realize what we are missing out on. Trust me when I say it will come to you when you’re not looking for it. Plus, College boys are almost as mature as your 12 year old cousin. Not saying it’s impossible to find the one and boys are the enemy but don’t treat them as a priority.
  4. College festivities:
    Social standards aren’t based on how many party invites you got or didn’t get, it’s about how many parties you’ve been too (totally kidding). If you’re worried about judgement from the poker faced girls in the corner, you’re not living for yourself. Forget who’s watching and be whoever you want to be. This might be the only time we get to make countless mistakes without having to be accountable for them. We should take these good times to not only have a story to tell in a few years but a piece of who defines us later on. On the other side of the spectrum, college festivities aren’t everything. They could not be your thing and that’s totally fine, it’s not mandatory to go. It doesn’t classify you as dull and it never will.
  5. Freshman fifteen:
    You aren’t subject to your moms cooking anymore so devouring on bomb tacos from the shack down the block is acceptable in my terms. The midnight binging on oreos and hot cheetoes due to whatever is ACCEPTABLE too. I’m not saying do it every second of everyday because diabetes might be in your near future but don’t kill yourself from temptation. Remember what we learned in elementary, the basics of balance. Working out a couple days a week and a few temptations won’t make you want to break the mirror. Our weight is always fluctuating and gaining a couple of pounds isn’t so bad but hopefully it ends up in the right places.
  6. Comparisons:
    She could have the body of a sports illustrated model, kim k’s butt and Kylie Jenners lips but you have you. You’re not going to get sympathy from eye stalking what you want and can’t have. Little do you know, somebody is comparing themselves to you. It’s a never-ending cycle we need to quit. It’s time to be content. Don’t depend on somebody to make you comfortable with yourself or just push the notion all together and remain self conscious. Rep it.
  7. Dates:
    You’re hitting date #3 within two weeks and it’s been nothing but laughs and googly eyes. Trotting into your room on cloud nine assuming there’s date #4 and a fulfilled weekend ahead of you. Sunday rolls around and your phones blowing up, only by the girls group chat. The major mistake is you assuming wedding bells in the near future while he used it as a distraction. Dates could lead to somewhere or nowhere. On the other side, just because you’re not looking for someone doesn’t mean that one date couldn’t started something wonderful either.
  8. Travel:
    We want to make the most of these years but a trip to paris or a semester abroad in spain could really mold you into being well rounded. Traveling is what our souls need and almost essential. If you’re on a college girl budget but you’re deprived of a vacation, do a road trip with the girls. Try not spending every spring break in cabo and explore new places. I mean what’s not to like when shopping for traveling necessities is the best part.
  9. Birthdays:
    You’re going to be 4 years older and hopefully wiser by the end of this experience. Don’t rush it to just finally be able to not sneak into places and be embarrassed of your baby face. You’ll realize by year 4 the adrenaline rush was the best part and having a baby face could be your biggest blessing. Age is just a number, it’s how you spend your days in those numbers are how it counts. Give or take these are the golden days, they’re only the start of the purpose of our lives.
  10. Memories:
    Memories are built from the days that give you shivers of embarrassment to the days you wish could be on repeat. These are the years we remember most because it’s what breaks you from childhood to the real word. Even with the countless memories, don’t remember college as your peak. It was a beautiful part of your life but it’s not all of it. Even if it wasn’t what you expected, when you switch your tassle to the other side you’ll realize what college was worth.


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The blowout handbook

Two years ago I decided to switch in the straightener, curlers and hot tools for a blow dryer and a round brush. I was a victim of dry lifeless hair (infomercial tone). All I wanted was Pantene commercial-like locks. That’s when I realized a blow out kit was my new best friend. A few YouTube videos on “how to do your own blowout” and I was set. What drew me in to get dry bar was their darling buttercup yellow shade for their kit but also how it works like a charm. Their products (hot toddy, triple sec) added shine + body. The round brush and clips created the duration of my blow dry short and sweet. The blow dryer itself weighs a feather and 1/2 so my hands weren’t dead weights by 10 minutes in. Instead of spending money on getting it professionally blown out, invest in this. 


  • Blowouts last longer (typically 3-4 days)
  • Full voluminous hair vs. Dull helmet head hair 
  • Healthier for your hair overall


  • Takes a longer amount of time than using hot tools 
  • Uses additional arm movement (also a benefit because you are developing baby arm muscles)

To me, the benefits outweigh the cons but that just might be because I’m a strong believer in a beautiful blowout. Don’t get me wrong, I still adore my wands and straighteners. I would just rather have some oomph, you know? 

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February 19th, 2016

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

– Unknown

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Febraury 18th, 2016

The lengths we go to, to impress the people who rarely see us, yet we forget the One who always sees us.

-Saad Tasleem

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February 11th, 2016

Semester dropped, sisters engaged and a states switch-up. The most blatant events that occurred already in 2016 but the hours that happened in between the crevices were also noteworthy. I finally gathered up the courage to take biology out of my life. He was demanding, dreadfully boring and so not my type. The good news is that I found the one or so I hope. I’m finally going to major in what I wanted to all along, Journalism. A round of applause for it taking only 3 years to decipher my calling. It’s as if my life went from a washed out and sickly mess to a vivid and vibrant mural. I was content with grasping all of this in good old Sacramento. You’ve taught me some pretty important values

1.) Living life in slow motion could be bland but it’s the chance you can leave no stone unturned with all the extra time on your hands

2.) Sometimes throwing a city girl into the scenery forces her blossom

3.) Truly recognizing what’s worthy of your emotions and what’s better left untouched

You were a sweet city that took up a tiny chunk of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Off to Dallas I go, I’m heading back as fast as I gave myself the green light to leave. This is the life of a girl (or woman) of two cloudy minds. To consider myself embarassed would be unfit, this is trial and error. Let’s see what this year has in store. But 2016, can we slow down an itsy bit. I can handle almost everything but just maybe not my sister GETTING MARRIED?! Is this the same mira that runs into my room with her oversized minion just to yell at me to make a hookah? Or the one who chases me down the stairs to pick which Pei Wei dish she wants first? Is it the one who taught me to toss Abercrombie and Hollister out of my life while guiding me into developing my own personal style. She definitely was the one who taught me to be less feisty and more lively, more free-spirited and less uptight, think less rash decisions and more morals. This same mira was switching from being my roommate to somebody elses. I could deal, who cares. Nope, nevermind I can’t. She’s leaving ME. How am I supposed to figure out third world problems now? It was just me and you bud, but it’s okay. I forgive you. You found your soulmate in which you can kiss repeatedly because there was no way you were touching these lips. I’m going to be there for EVERY milestone, whether you like it or not. Your future kids are going to have like the coolest aunt ever?! They might turn into little chub chubs from the candy infused goody bags I’ll be giving them constantly. Your husband can expect our slumber parties with my famous puppy chow and scary movie obsession. I love you and I can’t wait to see all the events 2016 has up-and-coming. As for the events that happened in between the crevices, let’s just say “wtf”. Life just got weirder but in a good way.

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July 15th, 2015

Half way through July and a third of the summer has elapsed but I’ve yet to accomplish anything productive. Unless you consider expanding my contemporary heel collection worthy. Give or take the macaroon obsession which is only adding on to my laziness. I was on instagram earlier scrolling endlessly on fashion bloggers, inspiring boho-hippie mamas and chic magazine editors. I wanted to be all of them wrapped into one. They most definitely put me in a guilt-trip for my sluggishness. I was Grade A stalking Chiara Ferragni which not only is this beautiful bombshell whose extremely intelligent but she actually self made her blog into a multimillion dollar business. I couldn’t have compared with her more when she quote unquote stated, “When I started my blog, I wanted it to be like my house- my own little place that anyone could come to.” Her blog is in the fashion blog sector however I admire her story. The one blogger who inspired me to start mine anyways, (my personal blog) was Kaitlynn Carter. I idolized her blog The style, frame of mind and vibes her blog gives off is what influenced me. If the general public likes what you give off then so be it. If they despise it, so be it. People misinterpret blogs as a cliché college girl hobby. Although, I feel as if blogs give you the freedom to make it entirely your creation which is true to you. A 21st century diary infused with writings from your own dainty mind. Technically, not cliché at all.

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July 8th, 2015

WarningDelusional entry as a result of it being at an ungodly hour

30 days (D.A.Y.S.) until I move to California. August 8th, I’ll be residing in the city I grew up in. Some might consider that moving backwards but I see it as anything but that. It’s a stepping stone in the direction that I’m more than excited to pursue. The average human moves about 11 times in a lifetime which means If I am like the average human which is highly unlikely, I’m on 4 out of 11. I feel as if humans move to get different social scenes, landscapes, inspirations, beginnings to please their own self fulfillment. We all know everything becomes old because we as people get bored with repetition but at the same time we like consistency in our lives. What I know is that when I move, this most definitely won’t be my last stop. I don’t expect to base my future on what my next city has to offer but what I will do is take the experiences with me. In hopes of it molding me into a well-rounded person. I’m leaving Dallas with memories that are engraved in my brain, some entirely devastating and others that are entirely beautiful. Values and morals, I have learned and have yet to learn. Relationships with my loved ones that taught me the fundamentals of life. I’m moving with baggage, but the intangible version. And tangible but that’s a different story. I am so ecstatic to be there but I won’t lose sight of the 10 year chunk that I’ve had the pleasure of living through here. But if we want to go back to tangible baggage, I seriously do not know how to pack anything. I’m not a sophomore sorority girl who’s mastered the organizational skills of packing by going back and forth from NYU to San Diego. If this was a week trip, I would know to pack to neutrals and basics but this is a whole different ballgame. I will probably end up trashing half my things before I leave because that’s what an improved woman does, right? Wishes: I wish I could pack my bedroom paired up with the late nights of looking out the window and magically coming up with conclusions. I really hope I have a magical window over there. I wish I could shrink my mom and sister and have them guide me through my phases of confusion and despair. I wish I could give full ride admissions and housing to my closest friends to live there with me. I wish I could solve world hunger, take back Palestine and have world peace but I’m not one to be illogical. I take what I can and make the best of it. Wants: All I know is I want to give back, one day. I’m slowly but surely molding myself to become less selfish more selfless. I want less self-absorbed and more humbleness. I want a no judge zone in my mind. I want a difference. I know I’m not even close to where I wanna be so I’m time-stamping today to hold myself for it in the future.

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Irritating Professors

We all have standards for schooling like we have standards for our men. We either want that A to get into that prestigious university or Med. school.  For some, to recieve that B and get your dream degree or even just pass at this point of desperation. Unfortunately, that specific professor just provokes you with tests that are almost utterly impossible to pass. He’s an anal grader and could care less if you’re studying your brains to the frying stage of it. Those are the professors that need to be fired and learn humanity but let’s get real, it won’t happen. Don’t let this professor kill your dreams or better yet your gpa. I currently have two completely impossible professors and I guess in the end it means I have to study a little harder and skip watching the latest episode of OITNB. You need to take all the extra credit you can even if you think it’s not worth it, it’ll boost that D to that C etc. You need to email the devil reincarnated (your professor) and ask them what you could possibly do. They might seem evil but it’s still there job to help us. My go-to is organizing my study material in a way I adore studying, mainly color coding everything. After you’re done with what could almost be your most “impossible” semester yet you can either let go since you’re free. Or you can email the dean and show them a piece of your mind that they hired a professor that isn’t helpful whatsoever and possibly help the future students who would much rather be sipping milkshakes and binge watching. The shortcut to that is ratemyprofessor, leave a little something something if you absolutely can’t let this one go. On the contrary, be positive. Be happy you survived and get ready for even more barriers to come your way

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