when your heart gets broken.. as told by Erinn

So for everyone who does not know, Erinn is one of my best friends and was my college room mate. We share everything, apparently we even share heartbreak. Here is a little backstory: her boyfriend of two years broke up with her the day before finals started. Needless to say, it was not a pretty sight after that, and she was inconsolable for a bit before things started to pick up. My boy broke up with me, get this, the day before graduation... 

Men have not proved to be gentlemen to either of us yet, but we are still young so who knows whats ahead for us...

Here is Erinn's anecdote for heartbreak.

Guide to Getting Over Being Dumped and Getting Back to Being the Bad Betch You Are

I'm sure many people have been there. You are in a 2 year relationship with your college boyfriend. By this time, you are sitting in your bed on a nightly basis with him in a gross t-shirt and shorts, eating mcdonald's chicken nuggets while you watch each other play the next level on your favorite iphone game. True love. This seems like the life, having already planned what your kid's names will be (okay, they were william and james and they were gonna be toddlers wearing bowties who had a baby bulldog puppy). um...okay yea... well moving on...

Then one day, a fight breaks out between you two and your boyfriend decides he's had it. He wants to "live his own life and find himself", not wanting to have to be attached to anyone anymore (oookay?) And before you know it, you are laying on your roommate/best friend's dorm room floor crying into the carpet that you will never find anyone else better than mcnugget guy and you would rather lay out in the middle of highway to be run over than be alone without him...and you do this for multiple days.

Yes, it sucks. It feels as if your entire world is ruined and that things will never feel okay again. You think your heart has been ripped out and stomped on and all you want to do is watch those sad ASPCA commercials for the rest of your life (*cue arms of angel*) and in thinking about those ASPCA commercials, you now start to believe your new life is going to be in your basement caring for a slew of grimey cats until you are old and ugly and then it doesn't matter anyway.

Follow these steps to help keep you out of that basement with all of those cats. These are the steps I wish I followed sooner.

1) Surround yourself with friends.

Not just anyone, but those friends that will force you to watch stupid movies, stuff your face with dairy queen, and let you get sloppy drunk so you can creepily wink and stalk the super hot bartender at a beach daquiri bar and throw dollar bills into his tip jar like he is a stripper ( Shoutout to brian the bartender, keep doin what you doin!). Also, get in touch with all of those friends that you may have neglected when you were with your boyfriend. No matter what, they will be there for you.

2) Do not put on sweats! No. Do not be like me and wear the same shorts and t-shirt for 3 days. Nobody wants to see that. Bathe (even if that means crying in the fetal position in the shower) , put on your prettiest makeup, fix your hair, and wear your cutest clothes. Be hot, because you are hot.

3) Make a list of all of the things you disliked about your ex and your relationship..."He liked to knit...he liked to knit?!??...is that normal?" "His fingernails were dirty?..why were they like that?...ew."

4) Get excited about flirting, meeting some super hot men (the mature, won't play iphone virtual aquarium while on a lunch date with you type) and having the possibility of meeting someone better for you. Put on some bad betch dance music (yonce is a personal fave) and get ready to be a hot commodity if you are willing to put yourself out there.

5) DO NOT ( and i mean it even though I did it *cough* still do it *cough*) creep on your ex on social media. They aren't as amazing as you, and they never will be and it will not change 60 seconds after you last checked. Why should you care if he's at the beach with that weird girl who used to stalk him when you were dating?... if he wants that, let him go ahead and remember how much better you were.

6) Get a cool new hobby or distract yourself. I've decided to repaint and redecorate my bedroom. ( yes, I did spend 3 weeks binge watching bravo tv in said room before I decided to repaint). It is exciting and fulfilling to do something new. Who knows, maybe you will find some super cool hidden talent.

7) Keep on keeping on! Stay positive! You have the rest of your life ahead of you! You will be happy again and you will find someone new one day. He may be walking around outside right now. You will never know if you don't get out there in the world.

Love to all the bad betches ,

Erinn (who still loves to eat chicken mcnuggets. No man tarnishes my love for them. No man!)

Let me know what you ladies think!

until next time... xoxo J

brian oh brian...

Off we go to Broadway at the beach in Myetle to interact with our other friends and to have a good night out on the town. We expected to have some laughs some drinks and dancing. 

As expected we did have some laughs drinks and dancing. But while we were in one of the bars that had well everyone in te Gettysburg senior class, we couldn't take it anymore so we ventured along across the street to another bar. At this bar we met a gem named Brian. Yes Brian was the bartender but we had some great bonding moments with Brian. For instance, he continuously gave us free drinks, I picked up his number and he met us out later that night. He came clubbing with us till the wee hours of the morning, he even came home with all of us and we went out to the beach for a walk and to hve some beers. 

Needless to say we have him hooked. Who knows what is to come in these next few days, but he has been flirting with one of te six of us, I hope some sassyness comes out of all of this....

Until next time... Xoxo J

chicken road adventures...

As if driving for 13 hours wasn't enough of an adventure between the traffic and all... We had quite the expierence on Chicken Road. Now this road reminded me of the beginning of a horror movie. It was about one in the morning and the three of us are driving along a dark twisty long road. There was no one else on the road and the road was surrounded by cotton fields and the occasional trailer on the side of the road. 

Each time we drove by a trailer I would just blurt out something along the lines of "a serial killer def lives there, with all the blackness around there's ample opportunity for these twisted people." We continued driving along and were joking about how if a "cop" tried to pull us over we wouldn't stop because it would totally be a fake cop aka a serial killer trying to get us. Were driving along this sketchy road, past random gas stations that all seemed to be closed, the sketchy trailers with the blue glow of a television on somewhere inside and I just keep waiting for someone to pop out of the cotton fields and attack us. 

Out of no where we see blue lights whirling behind us. Erinn looks at me with a puzzled face and we just question if were actually being pulled over or not. We decided to pull onto the die of the road. Wrinn rolls down her window, gets her license out and asks me to pull the registration out of the glove box. As I'm pulling it out I hear a rapping on my window, right next to the cotton fields. I jumped maybe screamed a little and saw the cop outside of my window. 

Blah blah blah the cop is asking us where were going and what not. The next thing out of his mouth was him asking if we were in a sorority, like really man, this is part of your questioning for us? He proceeds to take her license go back to his car and he comes back to her car smiling. He just asked us if we had any explosives guns or alcohol in the car. I whip up my water bottle just saying it's water and Emma finally wakes from her slumber and tells the cop shes got laced chocolate milk with her. The cop just laughed and takes the milk sayig it was unacceptable that it was warm. He starts to tell her if she was being issues a ticket or not when I decide to stick my hand in his face and tell him that being pulled over on this road is my worst nightmare. 

He just laughed at me, handed Erinn back her license as I proceeded to tell him how I am terrified of this road because it reminds me of a murder movie/book. As he still was laughing he ends our encounter by saying something along the lines of: if your looking to get freaky just take a right and head under the bridge to find some drugs and goodies. 

Having that be one of the oddest expierence a of my life we continued along chicken road towards civilization... 

Hope everyone is looking forward to some more sassy stories from this week. 

until next time... xoxo J

traffic and tunes...

Hi everyone sorry for the lack of posts the past few weeks. I guess ignoring my work in my last semester wasn't the best idea, I was less than thrilled when it finally caught up to me. Don't worry, my work is all done and handed in and I'm ready to get back to blogging on a regular basis. I've got a ton of posts sitting in my draft box along with some exciting things coming up!

As I'm writing this on my iPad I'm on a what should be nine hour drive from  Gettysburg to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina. My two friends and I planned on leaving to start our road trip around ten in the morning... Shocking that didn't happen. By the time we were all awake, last papers handed in, cleaned our apartment, packed up got food and gas and hit the road it was about one in the afternoon... I guess we could've been worse with our time management and not left today at all...

I was sitting shotgun with my iPod on shuffle, Erinn at the wheel, and Emma sprawled out across the backseat we were on the road. Both Erinn and Emma we're wearing comfortable workout clothes and couldn't resist making fun of how I decided to wear one of my plain black maxi dress, Jack Rogers and had my hair up in what I refer to as a B!?@$ bun. Jokes in them maxi dresses are by far the easiest most comfortable thing to wear on a plane or long road trip. I can't even get over how comfortable and easy the are to travel in. Not only are they simple and classic but you don't really even have to sit like a lady while wearing them. I mean really, I can't sit still on these long trips, thank god the dress is long enough so I can sit cross legged or put my feet up on the dashboard, pants would be too constricting to do that in and I should definitely shave my legs before I throw shorts on. 

That original nine hour ride slowly started to slip into the double digits, now it's five in the afternoon and we're looking at an eleven hour total drive (and it could keep going up). It's not totally our fault, yes we did stop at a mall to go to grab a car charger from the Apple store, but I swear we were ladies on a mission and didn't even linger outside of other stores looking in drooling over the clothes. We had blinders on to quickly blow in and out of the apple store to get back on the road. 

So with that self inflicted fifteen minute delay, where did the rest of the extra time come from? We'll let me tell you we were on the highway again for less than twenty minutes before we hit stop and go traffic. At first we assumed it was the regular DC traffic and merging, but it continued on after we passed the Capitol. We were hopeful when we passed some fender benders but the traffic continued. I don't think we've gone over fifteen MPH for the past three hours...

As painful as it is being in this lovely traffic. The three of us have clearly found ways to entertain ourselves. Emma in the back continues to switch between sitting behind Erinn and I to hang out the window in hopes of making some car friends. Once she gets bored with that she'll lay down for an attempted siesta but quickly hops back up to try and make more car friends. We've sent some snapchats that we find hysterical, but what else is new I always think I'm funnier than I am. We've sung along to the iPod on shuffle which has been beyond entertaining. 

We've sung along to everything like Beyoncé, Paramore, Miley Cyrus (and Hannah Montana), Hillary Duff, Black Eyed Peas, Fergie, Pit Bull, Jessica Simpson and too many more to mention inclusion some ones I'm too embarrassed to mention. 

I'm glad I'm back to blogging on a daily basis. Check back later to see our lovely road trip progress and what else were singing along to in the car. 

until next time... xoxo 

By the way... We finally arrived at 2 am, and let me tell you that 13 hour ride was quite eventful. Look out for a post on how we got pulled over by the cops on chicken road, which looks like a road a horror story would take place on...

guilty pleasure tv shows...

I'm not even going to deny it, I love my reality television shows. I love sitting down after a long day with a glass of wine and some popcorn to watch Real Housewives of whatever, Kardashians, Vanderpump rules and just so many more. No matter how hard I try to stop watching the shows, I just can't, it's a train wreck that I can't seem to look away from. 

So many thoughts go through my head when I watch these different shoes. What parts are scripted, are they being serious, why do they put themselves in these situations, are they embarrassed, will they be embarrassed if their kids see it and just so many more. I just don't understand why some of these women want to have the reputations they are gaining from being on the show, and why would they want their dirty laundry shown  on national television? I start feeling bad for them but then the other part of me thinks the paycheck they're getting from the show must be good enough for them to put up with it or in some cases, act the way they do. After all if their lives were as boring as mine there wouldn't be anyone who would want to watch it. 

Then I start thinking about how entertaining my life actually is. I actually think it would be funny to have bits and pieces of my life filmed for reality tv. Now don't get me wrong, I don't want my breakdowns on tv, although I'm sure they would be beyond amusing. I just think it would be funny to have some of the situations I land myself in on tv. On top of that I wish there could be subtitles as to what was going through my head in these situations. After all my sarcastic comments would be a huge part of what makes the show funny. 

I'm sure people would look at my life as a train wreck or however they would want to judge me. I just think it would be funny for a camera to capture some of well, my finest moments. I mean who wouldn't want to see how I ended up hanging out at FIJI until 5 am one night with one of my best friends making fun of the brothers we were hanging out with. Who wouldn't want to see whats going on inside of my head when people do things that make my jaw drop or any other of my lovely signature faces. I really should look into making this a thing. My roommate and I used to joke at the beginning of the year about making a talk show. All jokes aside, we really should make it happen, she and I will make one and post it up on my blog eventually.

As I sit down to watch Greys Anatomy and Scandal aka my typical shows on a Thursday night, I just cant seem to pull myself away from them. After all of the crazy things that happened in Greys, like Izzy saving a deer, the plane crash, a bomb being in the hospital, all of the love drama going on, I understand why I should stop watching the shows, but I just can't. Since tonight is the finale of Scandal, I literally cant wait to see what happens. 

On that note, I must go refill my wine glass before the show starts.

Let me know what your favorite tv shows are and what you think of the Scandal finale tonight!

until next time... xoxo J