Wednesday, April 3, 2013

We DARE you to talk to us...


A Formal Letter to Every Single Male Alive:

I would like to formally invite you to talk to a girl this week. Meaning, introduce yourself to someone you think is just soooo pretty and make. a. move. How cool would it be to talk to someone in person and just take a chance? Channel that old-fashioned courtship by at least getting our numbers from our real selves, rather than our Facebook alter egos or best friends.

Why is this a great idea? You’ll stand out. No one takes chances anymore and girls loooveee that stuff. Imagine any sorority house in America and your name spreading like wildfire as the “sweetest guy” she’s ever met. You know who else will appreciate your taking a chance? Moms. Our moms will instantly be your biggest fan when we recap our personal lives to them and there is never a downside to that.

It is also your opportunity to see our most honest selves. A lot of times we don’t know you’re flirting with us… We think you’re nice and an awesome guy, but if you’re not being the perfect amount of forward, you’re about to be friend zoned. (And you rarely come back from that…)

Your sure fire way to know if we would be at all interested would be our reaction to you, I don’t know, asking us to dinner…. Check our facials. Is there a crazy amount of excitement in our eyes? I’m not positive, but that could mean we’re thrilled, right?

The worst possible thing that could happen is that we could say “no.” What repercussions would that even have on your life? It would save you the price of a meal, which I am 100% sure would be greatly appreciated in your weekend fund. In which case I say, Please try asking a girl you like out to dinner. It’s just so easy.

Don’t want a girlfriend? Don’t act like you do. It’s mean. It’s just plain mean.

Oh so sincerely,
Anna Marie McConnell

Monday, April 1, 2013

Sophomore SLUMP


The sophomore slump is real, kids. So real that I have about 30 minutes of free time to finish a six-page paper, a magazine story, another story for class, and some readings and here I am, sitting on Janie’s uncomfortable futon telling you how unproductive I am.
First day of the semester -- when I still had hope.
Let me just say, that I am obsessed with my giant herd of friends and our chef and my sorority and all things Iowa State and my social life in every single way, but I will admit that I have zero interest in my academic life.
Playing dress-up with my roomie and heading off
to chapter is always fun because it's NOT my homework.
I still attend all my classes, do not fret, but I do spend my time in them making massive to-do lists, filling out applications, and responding to the handfuls of emails I get every day. It is really hard to keep up.

Basically, what I’m whining about is my school life and how much I currently hate it. (Hate to say hate, but I meant it…) I have one class I enjoy, but the other four so overshadow that one that I generalize them all as horrible.
An assignment from my only enjoyable class:
Testing a dozen shower products and writing reviews on them.
Why? I despise news stories. I want to cry every second that I spend writing completely unbiased, plain jane, AP-style sentences. All I want to do is write in my twitter voice and flood my pages with the girlspeak that overwhelms my brain. Get me to a magazine, ASAP!!!

Hope you agree?! And Happy Studying from Academic Anna!