Roomie, friend, sister ❤️

Roomie, friend, sister ❤️

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“Read as much as you can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.”

- J.K. Rowling

Happy International Literacy Day!

My recruitment nails!
(excuse the nasty cut on my hand)

My recruitment nails!

(excuse the nasty cut on my hand)

Unpopular Opinion: OU’s Megan Marzec

The OU Student Senate president needs to be held responsible for her “Blood Bucket Challenge.” Not only did she take a fundraising platform and spin it into a gruesome display of false bigotry, but she also fails to understand the actions of her video. She is both inaccurate and narrow-minded. She claims that the video is representative of her and not the Student Senate nor the school, but starts her video by saying she is sending out “a message of student concern.” Need I even continue on this?

Ms. Marzec also needs to understand that as Student Senate president she is in a way ‘always wearing her letters’. She has a position of power and needs to understand that because of this position she is always a representative of the school and the senate. In addition, Ms. Marzec is contributing to an ethos of hatred in an already delicate area of the world which is counterproductive to obtaining a peaceful resolution. Perhaps instead of demanding that OU cut all ties with Israeli businesses and programs, she should have urged OU to form ties with Palestinian businesses and Universities alongside the Israeli ones.

I challenge you Ms. Marzec to look up the definition of genocide. Calling the Israeli-Palestinian conflict a genocide is an insult to the victims and those affected by actually genocides around the world. Rockets are sent by the hundreds into Israel everyday and in addition many are killed and injured. Whenever Israel has actually moved to take action in Gaza they warn civilians when and where they are striking so they can evacuate. Hamas (which is considered to be a terrorist organization in the United States, UK, Canada, Egypt, and the EU, and banned in Jordan) uses terror tactics to keep civilians in their homes. In addition, Hamas is notorious for using human shields to protect their members. They also use images from attacks in Syria, Egypt, and Israel itself as propaganda to promote the idea of a vicious Israeli state. While there are innocents and villians on both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Ms. Marzec fails to recognize this aspect by singularly targeting Israel as the sole evil in the area.

She, as a leader, should also be promoting awareness on the issues in the Middle East. Daniel Mael said it the best: “Maybe if an innocent college student saw how Hamas and the Islamic State treat their political opponents they’d understand that fear society in which so many Arabs operate. In Iran, gays hang from cranes. In Gaza, political opponents are executed. The Islamic State beheads journalists and then posts the videos on YouTube. It’s important that students thoroughly understand this reality that threatens humanity.”

With all of this, Ms. Marzec I hope that you understand the repercussions of your actions and realize that in our world you can not be so single-minded. Whether it be impeachment or fines, you brought this upon yourself as a display of an abuse of power and ignorance.

My hair care story is actually quite long and I will admit I had my stupid moments. I am a natural blonde and before this last year I had done very minimal to my hair before except for a few light highlights here and there, hair cuts/trims, and the occasional subtle ombre. Like most girls in the world, I do expose my hair to heat (i.e. flat ironing as shown here, curling, blow dryers, etc.) but I always used a heat protectant and argan oil after I shower plus I got my ends trimmed when I started to notice split ends or breaks. My mother loves long, thick, blonde hair so naturally when I wanted to do anything to my hair besides trim it she wasn’t happy. Ever since middle school I have wanted to go either red or brown but my parents thought I would hate the transformation.
I was forced to cut my hair to my shoulders my sophomore year of high school after a large chunk of it was burned off in an unfortunate flaming marshmallow accident. I grew it out all through middle school and freshman year and I hated having short hair so I vowed to never cut it again. Fast forward to senior year and the summer before college and I had this long rats-nest of blonde hair that went down to about my tailbone. People don’t understand the struggle it was to even tame my hair. It was so thick and heavy that curls I worked for hours on would stay for maybe two hours if I was lucky, I would get this ugly butt-wave where the top half of my hair is straight and the bottom would be wavy, and I can’t even explain how hot I would get with it even when it was in a pony tail. Don’t even get me started on the brushing. It looked good at times, but about sixty percent of the time it was horrible. My hairstylist hated when I came in cause I would come in with knots even if I had brushed my hair out thirty minutes before. The struggle was real when it came to my hair.
Before I left for college, I convinced my parents to pay for a haircut to remove about two inches of hair. My mother took a bit of convincing but she eventually consented. My boyfriend at the time loved my long hair and didn’t want me to do anything to it. All his exes before me were brunettes and I was always really self-conscious about my hair color because I believed that he didn’t like it. So I got my haircut, went off to college, and was still miserable with my hair. I hated being blonde in college because I would make one small mistake and some people would say, “Oh she is a blonde.” A lot of people based me off my hair color and I wasn’t happy with myself at the time. Over Thanksgiving break my mom gifted me with a hair session to get ombre, and naturally I took it cause I honestly love getting my hair done because I think it is so relaxing. When it came out, I didn’t like it because my tips were a lighter blonde and I still felt self-conscious about my hair in the end. Winter break came and went, and I returned to college in the spring with the blonde hair I so despised. 
About two weeks into the new semester, my ex and I broke up. I thought I was so in love and naturally I was devastated. We tried to remain friends, but every night I would call him crying and he would just push me further and further away. Weeks went by and one night I was with my best friend and I just had this single rebellious thought: I’m going to dye my hair brown to show that mother fucker what he is missing and I’m going to post hot selfies with boys and enter my slutty college stage.
I only really accomplished the first part however. That night my best friend bought me two L’Oreal Feria hair colors in a light brown. We applied it the same evening and it came out a light brown. It wasn’t as dark as I wanted it, but it was a good transitioning step. The next day I also got my belly button pierced. However, my ex didn’t seem to care but a guy I had eyes on did. That fling started and I was honestly happy for about a week until I was at F21 and I noticed that the color faded and I looked blonde again. That day I bought a darker color and my roommate helped me apply it until I was a dark chocolate brunette. I loved the color with all that was in me. It was similar to the color above except a shade darker. I never felt more confident before and I was obsessed with self-transformation but being a broke college student sort of hindered it. For the time being I was happy with my hair until Spring Break rolled by and I started to get in pools more often. My hair took on a greenish tint and looked dull and lifeless. The color and shine I was obsessed with in the winter died out as it got hotter. 
My hairstylist was mad at me for using box dyes instead of coming to her, but being about 450 miles away from home made that hard. I begged my mom go pay to fix my hair but she simply told me that lifeless hair was what I deserved for not staying blonde. In the end I was able to compromise with her to let me get a haircut to help my hair grow more. By this time my roots were coming in and the two inches I took off before school were insignificant. My mom thought I was going in for another small haircut, but I told my stylist to take it all off. She refused because she knew she would face the wrath of my Italian mother. We were able to come to an agreement and I left there with my hair just below my collarbone. It was lighter, healthier, and shorter and I left with a mission in mind: to fix my hair color. I used Lush’s Henna Hair Dye in Caca Brun and the color came out great. I had the short hair I wanted and the color I had before Spring Break. I finished off my overall freshman year transformation with a nose piercing and a tattoo on my wrist.
Like all hair, mine grew out and my roots decided to rear their ugly head. Because my hair was shorter and healthier along with the products in the Lush Henna Hair Dye, my hair grew out a lot faster. I came home from my first year of college excited to redye my hair again so I saved up and got another brick of Lush Henna Hair Dye. My best friend helped me apply it (keep in mind it is ridiculously messy) and I did the process as before. As I was about to step into the shower to remove the henna gunk from my hair, I realized that I bought the wrong color. I bought the Caca Marron instead of the Brun. I was in such a rush to dye my hair that I didn’t realize I bought the transitional red color. It came out a dark red/brown and I wanted to cry. While I did go through a phase where I wanted bright red hair, I thought I looked horrible in the color I ended up with. My parents didn’t help either. My friends tried to be supportive but it didn’t help what I felt inside. I wasn’t working at the time and I was essentially broke so I couldn’t do anything to help my hair. In mid-July I finally got a good paying job. I was used to my hair by then and I just kind of accepted the fact that it didn’t look too great, but it could be much worse. My first paycheck came around, and the first thing I did was schedule a hair appointment to fix the red in my hair. I wanted to have a multi-dimensional chocolate brown hair color and a small trim. When my stylist washed out the color and began to dry my hair, the tears started to flow. I looked in the mirror and I had the color that I strived towards since middle school. I came out a chocolate brunette with undertones that shone in the light and my hair was trimmed to end at the middle of my breasts when straightened. I have never been happier with an outcome in my life. After seven months of hit and miss hair colors, I was finally 100% confident and happy with my color. 
I wish I could go back in time to when my ex and I broke up. I wish I could tell myself that I need to wait and be patient with my hair and myself. I wish I could tell myself that I shouldn’t make such a drastic decision based on a boy because it will only lead to heartache. Since Cameron, I have dated and moved on and I realized that a guy that truly cares about me would make me feel beautiful no matter what. I also realized that a guy should not influence my life in the way that he did by making me go through an emotional roller coaster. I understand that it was just hair, but being judged based on it is just a norm in our society. I have found myself along the way and I found happiness in the hair color I have now and I have never been more confident and pleased.

My hair care story is actually quite long and I will admit I had my stupid moments. I am a natural blonde and before this last year I had done very minimal to my hair before except for a few light highlights here and there, hair cuts/trims, and the occasional subtle ombre. Like most girls in the world, I do expose my hair to heat (i.e. flat ironing as shown here, curling, blow dryers, etc.) but I always used a heat protectant and argan oil after I shower plus I got my ends trimmed when I started to notice split ends or breaks. My mother loves long, thick, blonde hair so naturally when I wanted to do anything to my hair besides trim it she wasn’t happy. Ever since middle school I have wanted to go either red or brown but my parents thought I would hate the transformation.

I was forced to cut my hair to my shoulders my sophomore year of high school after a large chunk of it was burned off in an unfortunate flaming marshmallow accident. I grew it out all through middle school and freshman year and I hated having short hair so I vowed to never cut it again. Fast forward to senior year and the summer before college and I had this long rats-nest of blonde hair that went down to about my tailbone. People don’t understand the struggle it was to even tame my hair. It was so thick and heavy that curls I worked for hours on would stay for maybe two hours if I was lucky, I would get this ugly butt-wave where the top half of my hair is straight and the bottom would be wavy, and I can’t even explain how hot I would get with it even when it was in a pony tail. Don’t even get me started on the brushing. It looked good at times, but about sixty percent of the time it was horrible. My hairstylist hated when I came in cause I would come in with knots even if I had brushed my hair out thirty minutes before. The struggle was real when it came to my hair.

Before I left for college, I convinced my parents to pay for a haircut to remove about two inches of hair. My mother took a bit of convincing but she eventually consented. My boyfriend at the time loved my long hair and didn’t want me to do anything to it. All his exes before me were brunettes and I was always really self-conscious about my hair color because I believed that he didn’t like it. So I got my haircut, went off to college, and was still miserable with my hair. I hated being blonde in college because I would make one small mistake and some people would say, “Oh she is a blonde.” A lot of people based me off my hair color and I wasn’t happy with myself at the time. Over Thanksgiving break my mom gifted me with a hair session to get ombre, and naturally I took it cause I honestly love getting my hair done because I think it is so relaxing. When it came out, I didn’t like it because my tips were a lighter blonde and I still felt self-conscious about my hair in the end. Winter break came and went, and I returned to college in the spring with the blonde hair I so despised.

About two weeks into the new semester, my ex and I broke up. I thought I was so in love and naturally I was devastated. We tried to remain friends, but every night I would call him crying and he would just push me further and further away. Weeks went by and one night I was with my best friend and I just had this single rebellious thought: I’m going to dye my hair brown to show that mother fucker what he is missing and I’m going to post hot selfies with boys and enter my slutty college stage.

I only really accomplished the first part however. That night my best friend bought me two L’Oreal Feria hair colors in a light brown. We applied it the same evening and it came out a light brown. It wasn’t as dark as I wanted it, but it was a good transitioning step. The next day I also got my belly button pierced. However, my ex didn’t seem to care but a guy I had eyes on did. That fling started and I was honestly happy for about a week until I was at F21 and I noticed that the color faded and I looked blonde again. That day I bought a darker color and my roommate helped me apply it until I was a dark chocolate brunette. I loved the color with all that was in me. It was similar to the color above except a shade darker. I never felt more confident before and I was obsessed with self-transformation but being a broke college student sort of hindered it. For the time being I was happy with my hair until Spring Break rolled by and I started to get in pools more often. My hair took on a greenish tint and looked dull and lifeless. The color and shine I was obsessed with in the winter died out as it got hotter.

My hairstylist was mad at me for using box dyes instead of coming to her, but being about 450 miles away from home made that hard. I begged my mom go pay to fix my hair but she simply told me that lifeless hair was what I deserved for not staying blonde. In the end I was able to compromise with her to let me get a haircut to help my hair grow more. By this time my roots were coming in and the two inches I took off before school were insignificant. My mom thought I was going in for another small haircut, but I told my stylist to take it all off. She refused because she knew she would face the wrath of my Italian mother. We were able to come to an agreement and I left there with my hair just below my collarbone. It was lighter, healthier, and shorter and I left with a mission in mind: to fix my hair color. I used Lush’s Henna Hair Dye in Caca Brun and the color came out great. I had the short hair I wanted and the color I had before Spring Break. I finished off my overall freshman year transformation with a nose piercing and a tattoo on my wrist.

Like all hair, mine grew out and my roots decided to rear their ugly head. Because my hair was shorter and healthier along with the products in the Lush Henna Hair Dye, my hair grew out a lot faster. I came home from my first year of college excited to redye my hair again so I saved up and got another brick of Lush Henna Hair Dye. My best friend helped me apply it (keep in mind it is ridiculously messy) and I did the process as before. As I was about to step into the shower to remove the henna gunk from my hair, I realized that I bought the wrong color. I bought the Caca Marron instead of the Brun. I was in such a rush to dye my hair that I didn’t realize I bought the transitional red color. It came out a dark red/brown and I wanted to cry. While I did go through a phase where I wanted bright red hair, I thought I looked horrible in the color I ended up with. My parents didn’t help either. My friends tried to be supportive but it didn’t help what I felt inside. I wasn’t working at the time and I was essentially broke so I couldn’t do anything to help my hair. In mid-July I finally got a good paying job. I was used to my hair by then and I just kind of accepted the fact that it didn’t look too great, but it could be much worse. My first paycheck came around, and the first thing I did was schedule a hair appointment to fix the red in my hair. I wanted to have a multi-dimensional chocolate brown hair color and a small trim. When my stylist washed out the color and began to dry my hair, the tears started to flow. I looked in the mirror and I had the color that I strived towards since middle school. I came out a chocolate brunette with undertones that shone in the light and my hair was trimmed to end at the middle of my breasts when straightened. I have never been happier with an outcome in my life. After seven months of hit and miss hair colors, I was finally 100% confident and happy with my color.

I wish I could go back in time to when my ex and I broke up. I wish I could tell myself that I need to wait and be patient with my hair and myself. I wish I could tell myself that I shouldn’t make such a drastic decision based on a boy because it will only lead to heartache. Since Cameron, I have dated and moved on and I realized that a guy that truly cares about me would make me feel beautiful no matter what. I also realized that a guy should not influence my life in the way that he did by making me go through an emotional roller coaster. I understand that it was just hair, but being judged based on it is just a norm in our society. I have found myself along the way and I found happiness in the hair color I have now and I have never been more confident and pleased.

What’s in my bag? Office Edition. I carry a black Céline Phantom Luggage bag when I go to my job in an office. Inside my purse I carry: a bottle of Smart Water, my blue iPhone 5C, a black Tory Burch makeup bag, a plethora of lip care including Baby Lips by Maybelline and Lush Lip Scrub in Popcorn, a small flashdrive, my Cartier Love ring box, Apple headphones, my grey Hermes wallet that I bought in London, my green Rayban Aviator Flash sunglasses, a mini Wet Brush, Chanel Stylo Yeux Waterproof eyeliner in #10 black, Covergirl Perfect Point Plus eye pencil in #200 black onyx, and my keys including my Chelsea FC keychain, Team GB keychain, and a baby pink mace.

What’s in my bag? Office Edition. I carry a black Céline Phantom Luggage bag when I go to my job in an office. Inside my purse I carry: a bottle of Smart Water, my blue iPhone 5C, a black Tory Burch makeup bag, a plethora of lip care including Baby Lips by Maybelline and Lush Lip Scrub in Popcorn, a small flashdrive, my Cartier Love ring box, Apple headphones, my grey Hermes wallet that I bought in London, my green Rayban Aviator Flash sunglasses, a mini Wet Brush, Chanel Stylo Yeux Waterproof eyeliner in #10 black, Covergirl Perfect Point Plus eye pencil in #200 black onyx, and my keys including my Chelsea FC keychain, Team GB keychain, and a baby pink mace.

Horrible quality, but I wanted to reminisce on the view from my hotel room at the Park Plaza Westminster Bridge last summer - London 2013

Horrible quality, but I wanted to reminisce on the view from my hotel room at the Park Plaza Westminster Bridge last summer - London 2013

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Anonymous said: Do you have any dorm decorating tips? I'm going to college in September and I am having a hard time figuring out how to make my dorm feel more like me.

I am that person that lived in two different places each semester. Essentially I went from a two-person room in a six-person suite with shared bathrooms, to a three-person room with a private bathroom. The first room was smaller, but had more space due to it only being two people. The second room was bigger but was more stacked.

My biggest advice for dorms after living in two different layouts is to make it what YOU want. Don’t make it what you think anyone else would want. If you want a boho-chic room, go for a boho-chic vibe. If you want an all black room, then do it. My mom tried to get me to have a super girly room with pink everywhere and a lot of flowers. That is not me at all. So I told her to shove it because I am the one that had to live in it. In the end I got an adorable blue and grey themed room that I felt reflected me.

In regards to decorating, most dorms are ugly as hell when you first step into them. This isn’t Zoey 101 so you won’t have that cute and home dorm when you start off. I love wall decorations and collages cause I just hate empty spaces on walls. It drives me crazy. Decorate your walls with posters and pictures and little things that you think look well together. For instance, I had a map, a dream catcher, two posters I got in Paris, and a cork board that was covered with pictures, mementos, and ticket stubs.

However, my personal favorite wall decorations are vinyls in frames. For my new apartment I have Babel, Sigh No More, Who Are You, Love + Lust + Faith + Dreams, St. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, Black and Blue, Pure Heroine, Halycon Days, and Abbey Road. I plan on making a 3x3 form on my wall above my bed. It is a cool and funky look to any room to have framed vinyls. You can get the vinyls and the frames at Urban Outfitters for really good prices.

Cover up a lot of empty space on your walls with fun things that match well with your overall scheme of your room. Don’t have a huge red poster when your bedding is blue, it just looks weird. In addition, invest in Command Strips of all different kinds. I have found that the Velcro ones worked the best for me.

I also, at home, love busy beds with lots and lots of pillows so that when the bed is made it looks like it has dimensions. I don’t like beds that are just flat with maybe two boring pillows. I tried to create a lot of dimension in my dorm room with lots of pillows on my bed and I regret it. Most of my pillows ended up in storage around Thanksgiving break because I was tired of having to remove them when I was utterly exhausted. In addition, dorm room beds are tiny so its hard to add a lot of dimension to them. Stick to two regular pillows, a back rest pillow (if that is what they are called..), and maybe one or two decorative pillows. I had seven, so don’t be like me.

Little things that also help to decorate dorms are things like cute jewelry boxes, colorful catches, and a small vase of flowers. I got an adorable mirrored jewelry box from Target, a orange glass ring catch from UO, and a clear vase of fake white daisies from Home Goods. All three of these add a homey touch to an other wise dull room and make the room also seem more personal.

I recommend these places for dorm stuff:
Bed Bath and Beyond
Target
Urban Outfitters
Anthropologie
Mod Cloth
Home Goods
TJ Maxx
Kohls
Dormify
Society6 
Etsy

I hope I was able to help!