It's Great To Be An Auburn Tiger

      After a game like Saturday's I couldn't help but feel the need to write a post. What an incredible game and what an incredible time to be in the city of Auburn. 

      It's always interesting to see how a city that revolves around a college and lives for football Saturdays comes together for one common purpose- to cheer on our tigers. 

     Today I actually laughed when I saw some girls with orange solo cups on campus. I can't even remember the last time I saw a red one. I've only seen orange and blue ones since moving here. Then I think about the number of balconies with orange lights on them. Auburn, Alabama- the only place where orange lights aren't just for Halloween. 

      For those who know me, seeing me embrace being a football fan is an unusual sight. I was born and raised an Auburn fan, but football (well sports in general) has never really been my thing. I never knew that simply living here could change that about me. 

      If I don't get to watch the game I feel like something is missing from my Saturday. This realization hit me on Saturday as I watched the last few minutes of the game amongst other fans and when that last touchdown happened and the bar erupted in celebration I hugged a stranger. A moment of true happiness paired with the adrenaline of the room, no one at that point wearing orange and blue was a stranger. 

     Now, there are haters everywhere and that's ok. Because an Auburn fan does not let that affect them. A fan is a fan now when we are winning and they were fans last year and they will be fans in the future. 

     This is why things like #TennesseHateWeek don't actually start trending here. It's not about tearing others down, but instead focusing on building up our own team. This becomes especially important in the upcoming weeks and the impending and infamous Alabama game.

                                                 This is Auburn.

Stay Sassy - A. 

A Look Behind The Screen

    

   

     There are a lot of people who will never understand my love of writing. Just like I probably will never understand there love of not writing. I never set out to be a writer, a term I don't even like to call myself. Hemingway or Wilde, they were writers. Who am I to call myself a writer? I'm just a silly girl who sits behind a screen and tells her stories to the internet. 

       What most people don't realize though is that I never even wanted to be a writer. I can't say that I actually ever wanted to be anything. Growing up I saw myself rich and famous but that was an end, I never saw the means. 

        Writing just kind of chose me. It was something that I was semi-good at and didn't completely hate. Unlike science, which I was really good at and ,much to my mother's dismay, didn't care for. 

        In the 8th grade I wrote a paper on fashion journalism where I interviewed, via email, other fashion journalist and designers. That's why as I sit here almost 10 years later still on that track my mind is blown. 

       What people don't realize is the only reason I picked that topic in the 8th grade was because I liked to dress up and I watched too much Gilmore Girls. Rory (a character on the show) wanted to be a journalist. So sure, why not combine the two? And now, here I am 10 years later on a career path I chose because of the TV show I watched. 

    Fate? Luck? Chance? Who knows. The only thing I know is that I love to write. 

       The tricky part is I only like to write about certain things. Currently, I'm doing a lot of writing for school that I don't like. I take refuge in my blogs. Being able to sit and pour out words important or not is my salvation. Whether anyone reads it or not is irrelevant. I don't do it for them. (Not that high post views isn't nice.) 

       My blog is my confessional. It has the ability to absorb all my secrets. Secrets I don't even tell friends. I blame the Leo in me for that. Too proud and what not. So tonight, I purge myself of some of those secrets and pray I sleep easy. 

• I only listen to sad music when I blog, and usually just in general. 
• I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with my life. 
• I have more regrets than I choose to remember. 
• I don't think I'll ever grasp proper comma usage
• All I want is to please my family. 
• I will never get lay, lain, laid.. etc right. NEVER.
• I pretend to care less than I really do. 
• Getting to dress up is my only motivation to go to church. 
• I deleted two off this list because I'm not ready to accept the consequences.

Writing isn't for everyone, but it can be good for the soul, but so can a bottle of champagne. 

Stay Sassy, A. 

Love Me Tinder: A Miss Undateable Journey

     Let's talk about how in roughly five years from now meeting your significant other in the real world will be almost obsolete. The times are changing and we are caught in the middle. Five years ago when someone said 
"we met online" it had a negative stigma attached. In today's world we accept it as a possibility, but most of us still have trust issues. 
     Again, I wonder where does someone like me go to meet someone else as awesome as me? I'm 22. An awkward age when the bar scene is almost to young for you if you're in a college town. Plus, being in grad school doesn't help. Having hardly any free time, and when I get free time I just want to nap or watch Say Yes to the Dress. 

      However, in an attempt to seek out this "we met online" concept on a college kid budget I took to Tinder. For those who don't know, Tinder is a phone app that allows you to create a profile and then look at people who also have profiles that are a set number of miles away from your actual location. As you scroll through these people you can like or dislike them. If they like your profile and you liked theirs it's a match and you can chat with them. 
      Now, yes this has a certain level of creepiness. Especially since it tells you how many miles away a person is. Since this was an experiment, I set parameters: no one younger than 21 or older than 30, only males and no selfies on their profile. I got several matches, but didn't initiate any conversations until my second week. 
      So, when I started this I was sure everyone on there was looking for hookups or to get nudie pics. As I waited for these propositions they never came. At this point I was confused, and decided to meet one of these guys when I was out one night. 
      To say I was terrified is an understatement, but he turned out to be a very nice guy. A very nice guy with a kid. And guess who's not ready to be a mom. That's right, this girl right here. 
      Anyway, I guess my point is Tinder might not be a bad option for those of us with no realistic way to meet someone. Don't get me wrong, I'll still go to the bar and try to find someone the old fashion way, but the internet is no longer an outlandish idea to me. 
      Stay tuned for more Tinder updates. I'll take you readers on this journey with me, and feel free to leave comments with your own Tinder experiences! 

Stay Sassy - A.