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(09/29/16 7:17am)
Last Friday will forever be
remembered as the day I entered
the twenty–first century. On that
day I ventured to 16th and Walnut
Streets and bought myself an iPhone
7. My friends breathed a sigh of
relief—now I could pass for a semi–functional human being. Before, I
had an iPhone 5 named Brick. Brick
wouldn't let me download apps or
use Uber. Brick died whenever I was
drunk, alone or in danger.
During freshman Fling I saw
my life flash before my eyes. I was
at Qdoba with a suspicious soldier
named Kegan and couldn't find my
way back to King's Court. Brick
flashed low battery as I waited for
nine friends to come collect me.
Brick died as I crouched behind a
condiments counter hiding from
my stalker.
(09/22/16 8:51am)
Rejection today doesn't come in the form of fights in the pouring
rain, with slamming doors and running mascara. Rejection today
comes in the form of read receipts and the dreaded "k" text.
(09/24/16 10:10am)
My freshman year diet consisted of Allegro's and Frontera. The closest I came to working out was dancing on elevated surfaces and doing yin yoga. This year I'm trying to eat greens other than marzipan and actually exercise. Luckily, I discovered Skyfit: an on–demand, audio fitness app where trainers guide your runs. I went on four runs with Skyfit because I'm a masochist trying to stay in shape this semester.
(09/15/16 7:37am)
If you're like me, you have a
bunch of randos as Facebook
friends even though you don't
care about their cousin Bertha's
wedding or the cliché trip they
took to the Bahamas. It's too
much effort to unfriend all
these people, but you're sick of
missing your bestie's new cover
photo because Patricia from
psych keeps posting links to
The Odyssey (Ed. note: You're
the worst kind of human). This
is where the new social media
app Babble comes in.
(09/08/16 8:47am)
This summer, I dropped off the face of the earth. Like, all the way to Asia. I rolled up to Penn with no idea what year it was, much less what was happening on the World Wide Web. Turns out while I was in Bali for a month with no Internet access, I missed a lot. For example, American politics are in shambles (are we even surprised?), and now a YouTuber is making bizarre, viral election videos. His name's Mike Diva, he's 29 and his videos are kind of hilarious.
(09/08/16 8:43am)
At the yoga studio I go to in
Palo Alto, California, annoyingly
skinny people gyrate to
Justin Bieber. They come to
class in groups of two or three,
their fit bodies clad in Lululemon,
and their conversations
filled with phrases like "boys
loveeee girls who do yoga."
They leave class with glistening
backs and shaking arms,
swinging their metal water
bottles at their sides with
conviction.
(09/01/16 8:26am)
No matter how much you ignore Facebook, it refuses to go away. It uses every tactic to make you stay, from creepy friendship reminders to "On This Day" notifications to being there when you're at work and your boss isn't watching. Before we were inundated with NSO pool party pics and invites to darties, these were the items that took over our newsfeeds:
(04/21/16 1:28am)
Spend five minutes in Avril 50 and you'll see why its owner, John Shahidi, describes it as an oasis. In this eclectic store on 34th and Sansom Streets—part coffee shop, part bookstore—opera music and cigars abound. Posters, wrapping paper and cards line the walls. There are tidy rows of any kind of tea you could possibly want. Walk around and you'll see the prettiest postcards, most delicious chocolates and most expansive collection of magazines.
(02/04/16 6:35am)
The other morning, as on so many mornings, I scrolled through my documentation of the previous night. I noted the snapchats and videos—the irreverent sips from red solo cups, the dorm room dancing to Roses and Hotline Bling, the perfectly logical declaration that it was time to "climb Huntsman." Then: photos in the Uber to Trilogy, photos at Trilogy itself and photos gleefully announcing we survived the night. Typical freshman girl stuff.