Is it just me, or does every movie trailer seem to give away the entire plot these days? Like, I watched the new superhero flick's trailer and by the end, I knew who the villain was, their backstory, and even the major plot twist. Can I get a little mystery, please? I miss the days when all we had were vague teasers that left us guessing! What happened to the suspense? Anyone else feeling this or ...
I spent my entire college life procrastinating and somehow graduated with decent grades. Now, in the real world, I'm drowning in deadlines and wondering how I ever convinced myself that binge-watching every season of some random show counted as "research." Honestly, if I could go back, I’d tell my younger self, “You think this is hard? Just wait until you have to explain to your boss why your repo...
So, I’ve officially decided that giving advice is basically just me sharing what NOT to do. Like, “Hey, don’t try to bake a soufflé the night before a big presentation” because trust me, it’ll just turn into a sad pancake that rivals your academic performance. Also, if you ever think it’s a good idea to confront your boss about that raise during a team meeting when you’re still using your “can I borrow a pen?” voice, just know you’re not fooling anyone. Save that for the bathroom mirror pep talks!
So, I’ve officially decided that giving advice is basically just me sharing what NOT to do. Like, “Hey, don’t try to bake a soufflé the night before a big presentation” because trust me, it’ll just turn into a sad pancake that rivals your academic performance. Also, if you ever think it’s a good idea to confront your boss about that raise during a team meeting when you’re still using your “can I borrow a pen?” voice, just know you’re not fooling anyone. Save that for the bathroom mirror pep talks!
Okay, here’s my confession: I secretly love getting ghosted. Like, who doesn’t want a free pass from the awkward “where is this going?” chat? I mean, sure, a little part of me feels like I’m auditioning for a role in a rom-com gone wrong, but on the bright side, that’s one less person I have to pretend to care about at a brunch. Honestly, ghosting should come with a medal for saving us all from th...