Coming full circle

It’s a sad day, y’all.

Today is the last- last day of school (or LDOC as we affectionately call it here at Carolina).  This isn’t a normal last day of class– it’s my last day of college.  Or maybe last day of class, ever.

Below is a picture of me and my little sister Alexis on my very first day of school and my last first day of school.


Brb crying.

No more homework or dozens of emails reminding you to do your course evaluations.  No more red squares instead of green circles during registration (on second thought, I’m okay with leaving those in the past).  Almost all of our lives have been spent in school and it’s over.

It still hasn’t hit me and that’s surprising me.  I’m a cry baby and I haven’t shed a tear about this in weeks.  Some may say I’m in denial and I would have to agree.

Maybe it’s because I try to put on a happy face and avoid being sad during my last days here… but I am sad.  I don’t want to be a grown up.

I can’t imagine leaving the place I’ve spent my whole life working towards.  And I mean my whole life– I remember at some point in elementary school I forgot about a project until the last minute, had to do it before class and got a C.  A C!!! I wasn’t going to college, Carolina wasn’t going to accept someone with a C.

Thanks for letting that one slide, Carolina.  I appreciate it.


If you had told me the day I moved into Granville Towers that I was going to have an incredible time in college, I would have believed you because that’s what we heard over and over before moving in. My wildest dreams couldn’t have imagined that Chapel Hill would not only be where I’d spend the next years, but that it would feel like home.

Chapel Hill will always be one of my homes.

“I love UNC. I love the quad in spring and the arboretum in the fall. I love the Pit on a sunny day and Graham Memorial Lounge on a rainy one. I love Roy all the time. But what makes UNC truly special is not our beautiful campus, our distinguished reputation or even our basketball team. It’s us – the student body – who make UNC what it is.” — Eve Carson, deceased student body president

I’m lucky to have gotten into my dream school and to have had such an incredible 4 years here.  I’ve done club cheerleading, joined a sorority, joined clubs, done Dance Marathon, *attempted to* run 5Ks and tripped on bricks more than I’d like to admit.  I’ve gone to Late Night with Roy, gone to Coach Dean Smith’s memorial service, stormed Franklin after beating Dook, gone to countless Clef concerts, had far too many nights in Davis and a few too many cinnamon sugar bagels from Alpine.  I’ve struggled in classes, excelled in classes and learned that school could be fun again.  I’ve made amazing friends from places I didn’t know existed.

I’ve had the time of my life at Carolina.


These 4 years flew by faster than I would have liked them to so if you’re lucky enough to call yourself a Tar Heel right now, cherish every moment until you have to leave.

“Without even noticing, UNC seeps into your pores. By junior year, she’s in your blood. You can’t remember a time when you didn’t have moments on campus where you lose your breath for a second and all you can think is, ‘Wow, I love this place.’  …And then UNC tells you to leave. And it hurts. But I understand. Four years have taught me what loyalty is about, what being a Tar Heel is about.” — Elyse Ashburn, Daily Tar Heel editor, 2004

I wouldn’t say it’s been a perfect run because it hasn’t– I’ve had bad days here too.  I’ve wondered how I got into this school because sometimes the expectations seem unattainable.. a lot.  That thought crossed my mind once a day during the fall semester of sophomore year (you win, biology).

The good news is I haven’t failed out and *fingers crossed* I’ll pass all of my exams and earn my diploma.

That’s a joke if you’re reading, daddy.  I promise I’ll pass.

There have been times where being in Chapel Hill was more stressful than fun but I’ve made it past those times and I’m happy.

When I used to come to my mom with problems in a friendship or relationship back in the day, she would always ask me “How do they make your life better?” and that’s stuck with me.  I’ve tried to remind myself that if someone– or something– isn’t helping me become a better person and dragging me down, it isn’t worth it.  I definitely haven’t mastered that way of thinking yet, but I’m happy with the people in my life and they all make my life better– and hopefully I’ve helped theirs too.


I’ve made great friends along the way and even had some friendships that didn’t make it from freshman year to now.  I never got to do Holi Moli or win biggest flirt at UNC.  I’m not getting my MRS degree either despite working hard to earn that degree.

And I’m going to try to avoid the cliche that I’m sure hundreds of country songs say over and over, but if I could do it again, I really would do it the same.

Well, for the most part.  I probably would go out a few more nights and replace a few naps with time with friends.  I’d try to stress out a little less about random things and spend more time enjoying my time here, because it flew by.

But we’ve had a great run, Carolina.  I love you and I know you’ll keep calling me home.

“Most residents stay only four years. Some hang around for a few more. But time doesn’t matter. Those who give themselves to Chapel Hill at all walk away with the right to say they’re Tar Heels — born, bred, and dead — and that’s a gift that lasts a lifetime.” — Nic Brown, journalist, 2011

Hark the sound.


This is Chi Omega dodgeball

The wait is over.

The day has finally arrived.

April 22, 2015.

Chi Omega’s dodgeball tournament benefitting the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

I’m pumped.

The tournament was supposed to be held on Monday but Mother Nature had other ideas (like raining during the scheduled time).  That didn’t stop the best day in the spring from happening, don’t you worry.  It was rescheduled for today and we’re lucky enough to have a sunny forecast with a high of 79 degrees and a low of 48.  Perfect.

Somehow I got a megaphone last year and refused to give it up for the majority of the tournament but this year I’m getting to MC the girls tournament.  Not only am I shocked that they didn’t take it from me last year, but I’m dumbfounded that I’m getting to use it again this year.  Miracles do happen.


If you know anything about me, you’d know that this is my dream come true.  Forcing everyone to listen to– and look at– me.  It was great.  Well, for me.  My sister wasn’t a fan of my voice getting projected for all to hear, but whatever.


The Make-A-Wish Foundation is Chi Omega’s national philanthropy and each year, we host philanthropy events to raise money for the Eastern North Carolina chapter of Make-A-Wish.  In the fall, we host a pumpkin patch in our front lawn and in the spring, we host a dodgeball tournaments.  The tournament is broken up into two parts: the sorority tournament and the fraternity tournament.  Each round is the best of 3 games and it gets pretty intense.  Teams are allowed to purchase cheats so that a player that was knocked out can return to the game adding a little bit of a twist to the traditional game of dodgeball.

Unfortunately Chi O doesn’t have a team because we’re running the tournament and it’d be unfair if Chi O refs judged Chi O girls.  I like to pretend that I’d be the MVP of the team (even though I have a terrible right shoulder so I can’t throw a ball very hard).

Back to my point–

I’m proud to be a part of an organization that works so closely with the Make-A-Wish Foundation.  I’ve had the privilege of participating in wish granting parties for children that our fundraising efforts directly helped and there’s nothing better than seeing that your hard work helped make a child’s life better.

As my time at Carolina– and my time as a Chi Omega– come to a close, I’m glad I joined this organization.  *Sorry I’m having a sentimental senior moment, let it happen*

It’s time for the best day of spring.

Watch this year’s hype video, it’s pretty great.

Posted by Munroe Buie on Friday, April 17, 2015




The privacy we don’t have

I’d like to consider myself an open book.  I’m not shy nor am I quiet and for the most part, I’m a pretty open person but there are some things I’d rather keep to myself.  I’m not breaking any laws nor am I doing anything that would warrant monitoring by the government so I don’t care if they are.  Well, at least I didn’t before taking JOMC: current issues in mass communication.

I definitely didn’t place much value on privacy at the start of this semester.  Y’all may remember that I gave up my UNC email password for a miniature Twix bar earlier in the semester and didn’t think twice about it.

I do love chocolate and (a chance to be slightly dramatic), but I didn’t see how giving up the password to my email was bad.  Sure, my dad wouldn’t have been happy with me if he knew but what’s the big deal?  I don’t have anything bad in that email nor do I have anything to hide, so I didn’t see any harm in doing so.  Well, my UNC email password is the same password for my UNC account so in retrospect, I shouldn’t have been so free with giving up the password that has access to my grades, account and the ability to un-enroll me in classes.  My professor deleted my password from his email account a few minutes after I sent it but his point had already been made: some people place a higher value on privacy (and I definitely wasn’t one of them).

A few classes after the class where we gave up our passwords for candy, a topic in class was privacy and how we rely on privacy, even if we don’t admit it.  We read an article about how there are technologies that can pin point your location with a high degree of accuracy– if the intended user purchases the system for a hefty price.  It didn’t shock me that there is a way to track someone’s location.  My phone always has location services turned on and my computer has a tracking system on it as well.  Those weren’t services installed by my parents to keep tabs on me, but they’re turned on so I can use navigation services, find the closest RedBox or track down my phone in case I lose it.

I know that AT&T definitely knows where I am at every moment and I’m sure Apple does too.  I don’t worry about that.  I would worry about it if they gave that information to someone else, say a murderer or a stalker (I watch too much Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU).  In other words, I expect to have privacy and that my personal information won’t be shared with the world.

The fact that I have that expectation shows that I do value privacy.  I have a passcode on my phone and a lock on my bedroom door so I don’t want everything viewable to everyone.  I like that some spheres of my life are only accessible by me– well, unless I allow you to access it.  I still don’t really mind if the government is looking at the stuff that I Google or the websites I go to.  Well, other than the places I watch movies… *imagine that there is a smirking emoji here*.

When Gary Kayye asked everyone in his Branding of Me class to make our social media profiles public, I wasn’t happy about it.  That was a tough one for me.  I can’t tweet snarky and aggressively sassy things anymore knowing that only the people I’ve allowed to follow may account will see them.  Ugh.  I happen to think that my sassy tweets are often my funniest.

After going through thousands of my tweets and ensuring I won’t become the next Justine Sacco I made my account public.  I don’t tweet as much anymore– other than my tweet promoting my blog– and it’s probably because anyone can see my tweets.  I always think before I tweet, but I definitely think a little harder and longer before I send a tweet because anyone can see it.

Glenn Greenwald talked about why privacy matters in his Ted Talk.  He said, “Now, there’s a reason why privacy is so craved universally and instinctively. It isn’t just a reflexive movement like breathing air or drinking water. The reason is that when we’re in a statewhere we can be monitored, where we can be watched, our behavior changes dramatically.”

I agree with him.

When I know that I’m shielded from judgmental eyes, I operate differently than if I knew I was being watched closely by someone else.  That’s why I can dance like a fool in my room but *attempt* to not flail around when I’m driving in my car (daddy– if you’re reading this, I wouldn’t have to do this if I had tinted windows…. also don’t make fun of me that I call my dad daddy and my mom mommy).

In some ways, I think publishing my blog to anyone that wants to read it on the Internet is a way of relinquishing some of my privacy.  I’m putting my thoughts out there for anyone to read. Sure, I can control what I write but anyone can see it.  I’ve avoided being too specific about stuff when I didn’t feel comfortable including them (like the reason behind the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day I had earlier in the semester) and I alluded to a breakup in a few posts……. hypothetically.

I don’t mind that Google will give me slightly different results than it would give to you even if we searched for the same thing.  Google knows me.  Facebook does too and my timeline is full of people that I talk to and care about, well, for the most part.  As far as news is concerned, I actually enjoy the fact that Google News knows where I am so they give me content based on my location as well as factoring some other stuff they know about me.  I would actually prefer all news sites to put content relevant to me at the top so I don’t have to search through everything to find it (even though I wouldn’t consider it a news source, I’m looking at you Buzzfeed.  Put the good quizzes up top so I can find them).

I definitely appreciate privacy more than I did at the start of the semester and since some of my private spheres have become public, I appreciate the privacy I still have even more.

I didn’t know that Buzzfeed and Facebook knew so much about me before taking this class and now that I do, I’m aware of it.  I now know that I’m being watched (hi Big Brother since I’m sure you’re reading this…. jokes… or not??? Who knows).

If there is every a day where I don’t have that privacy guaranteed to me, I probably wouldn’t give up my password for a Twix bar.

Actually, yes I would.


We can cry about it or we can dance about it

At some point during my sophomore year I ran across a character known as Kid President.  He made great videos like 20 things we should say more often and a pep talk.  I loved them all.  Kid President has a way of having a smile creep across your face until you’re grinning like a fool.

Today I re-watched his pep talk. Take a few minutes to watch the video, I promise it’ll be worth it.

He’s right– what if Michael Jordan had quit?  He wouldn’t have made Space Jam (and been the greatest basketball player of all time).

We can let things beat us down and defeat us or we can play the cards we are dealt.  In other words, each of us has a choice.  You can give up or you can decide to make the best out of your situation.

“We can cry about it or we can dance about it.” –Kid President


I’m not sure what’s going to be my Space Jam, but I’m sure looking for it.  And while I’m at it, I’m definitely going to dance.

And you should too.

Taking a second to dance can help make your day a little better if you happy dance when you eat, dance along to your favorite song on the radio or, if you’re like me, dancing in front of mirrors… and snap chatting it.

I’m unwilling to spend any of my last 23 days here at Carolina letting subpar situations get the best of me.  Nope.

I’m going to dance about it.

I couldn’t have said it better than Kid President: “It’s everyone’s duty to give the world a reason to dance.”

I’m not sure how I’m going to make the world dance, but I’m working on it.


The evolution of my social media usage

There are a lot of social media platforms that exist right now, but there are even more that aren’t around right now.

I remembered about my Myspace randomly while writing my 50th blog and when I logged in, I realized that I had no idea how to use the site anymore.  It wasn’t like I remember Myspace when I used to use it every day.

Yes, there was once a day that I was on Myspace every day writing notes (I think that’s what they’re called) by filling out questionnaires.  As if anyone wanted to read what my favorite movie was.


It was SUCH a big deal when someone moved you up, or down, in their top 8 and deciding the exact order of my top 8 was such a struggle.

AIM was the first social media platform that I had and I changed my screen name all the time.  I liked a few of them so I’d have the all linked together and use 3 screen names at the same time.  AIM was appealing because I could talk to my friends instantly and I could see when they were replying (iMessage got it right with the dots that show up when someone is replying).  I didn’t need to send pictures or videos, but that was an option too.  The convenience of knowing when your crush signed on and the option of making cool away messages was why I used AIM.

Myspace was next.  I could make the background of my profile glittery pink (my two favorite colors, but you would’ve already known that if you read blog #50) and I could make my profile song be something by Fall Out Boy or Usher.  I could post on my friend’s pages and comment back and forth about random stuff.  PC4PC of course (picture comment for picture comment, duh).

I kind of want to bring back Myspace.  I might do it.

When my friends wanted me to come over to Facebook, I refused.  Some may call me stubborn and I would have to agree.  I didn’t see the point of having a page that I couldn’t customize even if it was easier to add pictures and stay connected with people I know.  People actually used their real names on Facebook but on Myspace they used nicknames.  This online contact book is one of the reasons I’m hesitant to delete people I don’t talk to regularly: Facebook will give me access to them, what they’re up to and their contact information in the future.  I’m also drawn to the fact that Facebook is like an online photo album.  That’s one of the only reasons I use it today.

I joined Snapchat because I’m obsessed with taking pictures and this allows me to do so all day long and send them to people.  It’s great.  Communicating isn’t the easiest because unless you want to send a photo essay to your friend, you can’t easily communicate long thoughts.  I don’t use the chat function of Snapchat and don’t plan on it: that’s what texting is for.  I can draw on snapchat and add filters and most importantly, send pictures that will disappear in a few seconds opposed to an ugly picture on Facebook that’s there forever.

I got an Instagram during my freshman year of college and legitimately didn’t realize that it was a social media platform.  I thought it was a photo editing site and that no one could see the pictures I posted but I was wrong.  When I figured out that others could see my posts and that I could follow them to see theirs, I was hooked.  A picture is worth a thousand word, but a picture in the Valencia filter is worth two thousand (Valencia is my favorite filter but Ludwig is a close second).  The filters add a bit of creative freedom which I like.

Instagram is quick, easy and there is a lot of content.  It’s different than the massive amount of content on Facebook because the content on Insta is high quality.   A lot of people Instagram but they do it less frequently so you see the best parts of their lives.

Timehop let’s you see all of your posts from the past.  Timehop is ingenious actually, it does what the other social medias fail to do: combine our content from all platforms in one place.  If I wasn’t hypothetically going through a breakup, I’d be Timehop’s #1 cheerleader.  There isn’t another place where you can see your tweets, Facebook statuses and Instagrams all in one place AND see the ones you posted in the past.  It’s an interactive timeline and I love and hate it at the same time.

This is more of a private social media site and I realize that sounds like a contradiction but let me explain.  I can share my Timehop posts if I want to but the posts are originally for my own eyes.  I wouldn’t like Timehop if everyone saw what I posted back in the day because they’re often embarrassing, but this added layer of privacy is nice (but maybe I’d give it up for chocolate).

I like these platforms for slightly different reasons but it boils down to a few things: they allow me to take pictures and post them, I can communicate with my friends and I can put my spin on the content.  Each platform is different and if they all did the same thing, I definitely wouldn’t be active on all of them.  So to app developers that are trying to create the next best thing, don’t mimic all of the qualities of these apps: change a little something about it to compel someone to add it to their repertoire of social media platforms.

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It’s not real unless it’s Facebook official

“It’s not real unless it’s Facebook official” — a young and very stupid version of myself.

I can’t decide if I want to laugh at myself or if I want to smack myself because that statement is so very wrong.  *Insert name here* is in a relationship with *insert name here* means absolutely nothing.  Why not?  Because you’d most likely be able to tell that someone’s a relationship with someone else based on the pictures they’re tagged in.  Even better than that, you could see them in person or talk to them in person to figure that out.

I’m not saying having the relationship status on your Facebook profile is a bad thing, but it definitely makes it more complicated when the relationship ends.  The privacy settings on Facebook are somewhat confusing so if you make a mistake and don’t make your update viewable by only you, the whole world will know that you’re newly single.

I know some people that have been broken up with on Facebook and by know someone, I mean I was once broken up with on Facebook.  This was actually a topic at dinner with some of my friends last night and two of us had the misfortune of seeing that we were single on Facebook and a few others knew someone that went through the same thing.  It’s funny now but it was definitely not funny back in the day.

Social media platforms have changed how relationships work before, during and after you’re in a relationship with someone.  You creep on them before you start dating (you’ve all done it).  You put up pictures with them while you date (Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook) so everyone can see how ~*happy*~ you are.   After you break up, you deal with the awkwardness of seeing them on your social media feeds (Twitter timelines, Facebook news feeds, other people’s Snapchat Stories) when you really just want to go your separate ways.


I imagine that this is very different than back in the day.

You could go on an actual blind date and wait until they tell you about them to get to know them.  Strange, I know.

During the relationship, there probably weren’t pictures plastered everywhere for the world to see back then either.  Printed pictures hung on your wall (your actual wall, not your Facebook wall) is probably the closest thing to that.

I’m not completely saying breakups are worse now, but I’m kind of saying that.  You could go your separate ways and other than the accidental run-in with your ex at a bar– which happens now– you could avoid them.

Sure, word of mouth is powerful and wide-reaching but for those of us with thousands of Facebook friends, I don’t think telling someone you’re newly single is as wide-reaching as going from “in a relationship” to “single” showing up on everyone’s newsfeed.

Social media has changed how others see our relationships, but the kicker is how they change breakups.

I’m going to speak in hypotheticals because if I was hypothetically going through a breakup, I would do these things…. hypothetically.  I’m going to break it down by social media platforms so incase you are also going through a breakup– hypothetically, of course– you can make sure you cover your bases.

Facebook:  As my classmate Emma pointed out in a her blog, the first step of a break up is to remove your relationship status from Facebook then change your profile picture.  Especially if you recently changed your profile picture to a picture of you and your ex (and you happened to look damn good in the picture…. hypothetically), this can be tough.  Sure, you can change it to one of your old profile pictures, but chances are you have close to 0 solo shots so get ready to have a profile picture from a while back.  And a mean a whiiiile back.

Ugh.  It sucks, but it’s necessary.

Then you’ll want to hide them from your timeline but even if you do this over and over and over and over, they’ll be tagged in a picture someone else puts up and you’ll be forced to be updated on their lives… hypothetically.  Just unfollow them.  Or delete them, whichever you prefer.  Facebook knows who you spend time with (or spent time with), so it will show you what those people are up to.  It’s a great algorithm in general, but not helpful during breakups.  Facebook: do you really think I want to see pictures of my ex?


Twitter:  Then you need to unfollow them on Twitter.  If his or her account is public, you may see their tweets retweeted on your timeline every once in a while but that’s better than asking to see them.  If any of their friends tweet stuff about them frequently, it’s probably best to unfollow them as well.

Instagram:  Instagram is a little different: there is less content posted less frequently than Twitter.  You don’t need to search through all of the people you follow to weed out who may post pictures of your ex, but if you see a picture pop up, that’s probably the best time to do it.

Snapchat:  Delete them.  And their friends.  And anyone that may include your ex on their snap stories.  You don’t want to see them appear in a snap story because:


Timehop:  Remember that time I broke up with Timehop?  Well, if I was hypothetically going through an actual break up, this would be the most annoying of the social media platforms because it’s a daily reminder of what used to be– good or bad.  If you want to continue seeing what else you were doing in the past every day, go ahead.  But proceed with caution because, believe me, you won’t want to start your day with a reminder of someone you don’t particularly enjoy right now.

Today I was ~*so lucky and blessed*~ that two, yes two, boys I used to date showed up on my Timehop: 1 year ago, 2 years ago, 3 years ago and 5 years ago.  What a great way to start my Sunday!!!!!!!  Oh wait, it’s not.

After I find the picture that I promised to show y’all of my injured face after face planting during NCA Nationals freshman year, I’m getting a restraining order from Timehop.

Back to my point–

Social media is great for showing off that super cute picture you took at formal or the cute trip you and your significant other took because a lot of people can see it in a short period of time, but it’s equally terrible for life after a relationship ends.


(I said hypothetically 9 times during this post.. sorry I’m not sorry).


Blog #50

For the few people that read all of my blogs, you know that I blog a lot.  I’m pretty sure my only loyal readers are my professors that these blogs are required for and my mom but that’s better than no one.

Including this one, I’ve blogged exactly 50 times and that doesn’t even include the blogs I write for my internship some weeks.  Basically I’ve turned into a blogging machine.  I’m constantly thinking of blog topics that are about mass communication and about, well, me.  Incase you don’t read my blogs regularly, you may not have known that this blog has two directions that sometimes merge into one.

For the simple fact that I’m a little shocked that I’ve written this many blogs, I’ve decided to write 50 things about well….. stuff that I want to write.

Here goes nothing.

1.  Thunderstorms still scare me.  It’s storming right now and I was woken up in the middle of the night (does 5 am count as the middle of the night?  It’s a pretty terrible time either way) because the thunder was so loud.  Did I go right back to sleep or did I stay up for an hour and some change worried that the hail was going to break my window open and that the thunder was going to shake my house apart?  I’m sure you could guess the right answer.

2.  Pink is my favorite color.

3.  Glitter is also a favorite, but I’m not sure if many people consider it a color.

4.  My curly hair has a mind of its own.  Right now it’s not cooperating but I need it to get its act together because I need it to listen to me and my mousse tomorrow.

5.  My curls used to be tighter when I was younger but I got a relaxer in middle school and continue to get relaxers twice or three times a year.

6.  Below is a picture of me and my curly afro when I was young.


5.  I eat like a 5-year-old.  If I could eat cereal, waffles, bagels or chicken fingers and fries (obviously not together) for every meal, I would.

6.  I’ve been trying to eat salads more often but every time I try to break up with Chickfila or Bojangles I can’t.  Just like Chingy said “every time I try to leave, something keeps pullin’ me back, me back, tellin’ me I need you in my life.”

7.  Sometimes I watch makeup tutorials on YouTube for much, much longer than I should for a few reasons.  I don’t have a lot of those makeup tools and I don’t actually plan on doing the things in the videos.  It’s like magic.  Brb going to watch some.

8.  Jimmy’s BBQ in Lexington, NC is my favorite restaurant.  Yum.

9.  Collard greens (made by my dad’s side of the family) might be my favorite food item. Hold on a sec, I need to call my grandma and ask if she’ll make me some next time I see her.

10.  Whoever created the concept of a sound machine is the real MVP.  You rock.

11.  I’m terrified of going to the dentist.

12.  I was voted biggest flirt in high school for my senior superlative.  I blogged about it recently but I wanted to let everyone know again.


13.  I know every word to all of the songs in the movie Anastasia.

14.  I get close to 5 comments a day on my blog and 100% of them are some spam account trying to make me buy their shoes.

15.  I could watch the lip synch videos Jimmy Fallon does with some of the guests on his show.

16.  Actually, I have watched them over and over.

17.  I love Fall Out Boy.

18.  I used to be obsessed with them but now I just like them.

19.  This is a picture of me in my punk stage when I my Fall Out Boy obsession was at its peak.  HAHAH this is embarrassing.


20.  Those are Monster Energy drink tabs on my necklace… but I don’t drink energy drinks.  HAHAH I cannot.  World, meet 14-year-old Anastasia.

21.  My sister’s incredible Spotify account includes a lot of FOB songs and we end up singing those songs when we road trip.

22.  I bought that pink eyeliner at Hot Topic and that shirt at Hollister.  I can’t right now.

23.  I had to log into my Myspace account to get that picture…. and I still know the email and password combination.

24.  I stumbled upon this picture as well.  I’m wearing blue contacts because I wanted to have blue eyes but I ended up looking like a mutant with dark blue eyes.  The duck face didn’t help you much, 15-year-old Anastasia.


25.  I’m going to regret putting these pictures up.

26.  I used to be reaaaaally obsessed with Usher.  I had a panic attack in math class senior year of high school when I realized he was going on tour.

27.  Usher and I made eye contact once during his concert.  We’re basically dating.

28.  Charleston, SC is my favorite place to vacation.  Well, other than Montego Bay, Jamaica.

29.  I’m still upset that Qdoba closed on Franklin Street.

30.  And that Auntie Anne’s closed on Franklin Street a while back.

31.  One of my favorite blogs so far is the one about my name.  Refresher: some people call me Anastasia and some people call me Annie.  If you’ve always called me Annie (AKA you called me that before you read my blog), you may continue calling me Annie.  If not, please call me Anastasia.

32.  It actually bothers me when people call me Annie that haven’t always.

33.  I hate– and I mean hate– being called Anna or Ana.  Don’t do it, especially if I’ve repeatedly asked you not to.  I think it’s rude.

34.  Lighter note– I have a dog named Apollo.  He’s a mutt and I love him.

35.  I was a part of UNC’s All-Girl Club Cheerleading team freshman year.


36.  We won one of our cheer competitions– Cheersport Nationals if you’re familiar with competitive cheerleading.

37.  We didn’t do quite as well for NCA Nationals but it was a great trip to Daytona Beach, FL.

38.  I got rug burn on my face during finals…. don’t worry, I rekindled my relationship with Timehop so that I can show y’all pictures on the third anniversary of that day (obvi on my dontmakemeleaveunc insta).  Get ready, y’all.  It’s pretty damn great.

39.  THANK GOD the video of this disappeared off of the NCA video website but this video was horrifying and hilarious at the same time.  We were doing a toe touch followed by two back handsprings and it had gone well the other million times we practiced, but of course not that morning.  My hands were kicked out from underneath me in the second back handspring and I legitimately landed on my face.

40.  I watch Dance Mom’s and keep up with the seasons online.  And the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.  And the Real Housewives of Atlanta.  And Vanderpump Rules.  And Bring It!

41.  Twizzlers are my favorite candy.

42.  Wait, maybe peanut M&Ms are.

43.  Or chocolate in general (but y’all already knew I have a problem with chocolate).

44.  #TheDress still trips me out.  I understand why I saw white and gold at first and blue and black later, but it still blows my mind.  This is the blog when I saw white and gold and blog when I saw blue and black.

45.  There is exactly a month left until graduation and I’m not ready to leave this beautiful campus with all of the amazing people I’m surrounded by.

46.  I’m a Tar Heel born.


47.  I’m a Tar Heel bred.

48.  And when I die, I’m a Tar Heel dead.  (And now I’m a Tar Heel sad because she can’t stay here forever.)

49.  I actually like blogging.  I don’t know if people enjoy reading the posts as much as I like writing them, but it’s much more rewarding than many other assignments I have had in college.

50.  I might continue blogging after the g-word.  I’m unsure about how frequently I might blog and what topics I may cover, but I’m considering it.

If you’ve actually made it through this post, you rock.  50 is longer of a list than I expected.  Y’all are probably the ones that show up on my analytics everyday because I check those stats obsessively.  I have some readers from Russia according to Google Analytics…. like what?

Anyways, thanks to everyone that reads this and doesn’t make fun of me.  When I’m the next Beyonce, I’ll remember all of you.


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Live streaming

Hi hello.  Writing from Hell.

Dook won the National Championship last night and I legitimately do not want to live on a planet where they are winners.  Book me a first class ticket to the moon.  Hell, I’ll even go to Mars.  Or Pluto (sorry you aren’t a planet, but you’re better than this rock I’m stuck on).


I woke up and my ONYEN password had expired, meaning I had to think of yet again another password that meets close to 500 criteria and I can’t think of any.


This is Hell.

At least I go to the school I cheer for, unlike 100% of the people I know chanting Dook Nation as if they had a chance at ever getting into that Hell hole of a school.  Bye.

(I’m not upset at all…)


I love Vine (I actually made a vine today and the app told me that I have now made 25 vines!) and I spend a good deal of time on it a day.  I even follow a few Viners on social media– LaLaSizaHands89 on snapchat and Cody Ko on Twitter.

Well, I might unfollow Cody in a few minutes, but I follow him now.

Want to know why I’m on the verge of ending my virtual friendship (well one-sided friendship) with one of my favorite viners?  He’s a Dookie.


He referenced a team Dook played in a vine a while back and I looked him up on Twitter to do some investigating (but I’m not the investigator that I referenced in my blog post about snapchat best friends………….. that’s not me) and figured out that he was on the swimming and diving team at that school 8 miles down the road.

Now he’s living somewhere out West (I’m pretty sure) and makes snarky and hilarious vines in his spare time.

This is a picture he tweeted a while back.

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He’s video chatting with himself.

Doesn’t translate well to being funny right now but he’s funny.   A Dookie, but funny.

Last night, in his normal snarky way, he tweeted a few things in support of the devil and his basketball players.  But it wasn’t until after the game ended that I really started paying attention to his tweets.

He tweeted– and has since deleted– a link to Periscope of the celebration the Dookies were having.  UGH.

Periscope is an app that lets you watch and comment on live streaming videos of events in real time.  There is another app that does practically the same app called Meerkat but Twitter just acquired Periscope so it’s probably going to be the leader in the live streaming service in the near future.

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This app requires you to watch the video as it’s happening: it’s not like Vine or YouTube where you have the option of watching a video in the future.  You have to be watching the stream as it happens and if you are, that’s the only way you’d be able to save the stream to watch later.

Maybe that’s why Cody deleted his tweet to the Periscope stream: the stream would have only been relevant as it was happening.  Not 1 day after, 1 month after or 1 minute after.  The stream is truly live and, unlike some features of the internet that are permanent, it is temporary.

Maybe I’m a skeptic or my late-majority disposition is showing itself, but I don’t think Periscope or Meerkat will last very long.  We all have busy lives and we can’t be glued to our phones waiting for a live stream to start then watching the entirety of the stream.  Especially if there is breaking news and you weren’t expecting something to happen, you’ll miss the whole stream before you even hear of the news.

Especially if I’m the one witnessing something great, I wouldn’t want to risk no one seeing it: I’d tweet about it or put it on my Snapchat Story.  That way I can be sure that at least some people will see it– on Meerkat and Periscope, you don’t have that luxury.

Still might unfollow Cody Ko, just because he loves the devil and I don’t.



Give me snapchat best friends, or give me death

Y’all, I’m at it again… discussing Snapchat.

Snapchat is like a boy that I keep fighting with and making up with (I’ve never been in a relationship like that before………………………… ha) but I think we’re finally happy again.

I got over the fact that Snapchat didn’t give UNC an Our Story feature when the UNC vs. Dook game was held in the Dean Dome but they gave one to the Dookies when the game was held in the inner-most circle of hell– uh, I mean Cameron Indoor.

Important side note: if Dook wins the national championship game tonight, I will buy a first class ticket to the moon because I don’t want to live on a planet where the devil is celebrated.  LET’S GO WISCONSIN BADGERS!!!  That is all.

This morning a friend one mine asked what the emojis beside people’s names in Snapchat meant.  I didn’t see any emojis so I was confused until I realized I had an update waiting for me.  I updated the app and saw the smiley faces beside a lot of my friends.

What did it all mean?


Why would someone get a sunglasses emoji opposed to a smirk opposed to a grinning picture?  What did the numbers mean?

Eventually someone in a group chat I’m in discovered a guide to this update and it makes more sense now.  This is a screenshot from an article in TechCrunch and though it isn’t the exact explanation sent to me this morning, it does the best job explaining it all.

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I think this is a pretty creative way to get around giving the world back our snap chat best friends and the option to spy on all of your friends.  But snap best friends should come back.  Or maybe not.  I’m undecided– I’ll look at them if they’re available but life has gone on fine without them.

This option makes you aware of how the person stands in your snap habits and it also gives you a hint about their snap activities.  From the screenshot of my top friends earlier today, I know that I’m Peyton’s #1 best friend on snap just like she’s mine.  I’ve snapped Peyton, Lauren and Tara for consecutive days (the numbers beside each of their names signaling the number of days for each girl) and I have a snap best friend in common with Tara, Keaten and Drew.

The only confusion I have is the smirking emoji that is supposed to mean that I’m one of their best friends but they aren’t one of mine.  I have people in my snapchat best friends with that emoji beside their names.  By definition, this is wrong.  That emoji means that they are not in my snap best friends and I am in theirs.  Well, turns out they’re in my snap best friends too.

Snapchat– either release a clear definition of these new emojis or fix it.  Please and thank you.

This definition of the snap emojis wasn’t released by Snapchat nor was it posted as a release on its blog like it did for the My Story, Our Story and Discover features.  This guide was all over Twitter and like we saw earlier, in an article by TechCrunch.

Because the graphic includes Beyonce, I have to include a creative way TechCrunch modeled the new update.


The smirk face with Kim K is hilarious and probably accurate of their real life relationship.  Maybe I should go blonde like Beyonce.  Thoughts?  This is the one time I won’t mark all comments as spam– you can comment on my home page letting me know if I should be platinum blonde or more of a honey blonde.  Lemme know.

Back to snapchat.

Though seeing each other’s snap chat best friends or knowing if you’re in someone else’s snap best friends doesn’t seem like it matters, it does.  It’s nice knowing that the person you’re spending a lot of time snapping is snapping you back a lot too.  And it could even be used in investigative work if someone has someone suspicious in his or her top friends…. if you’re into that sort of thing.  I’m sure no one would ever use someone’s snap best friends as a way to catch someone in a lie………

See I’m speaking in hypotheticals here…….. ha. ha.

ANYWAYS I’ve gotten off topic, as usual.

Where was I?  Oh– Snapchat emojis instead of best friends.  That’s where.  Snapchat has remained a constant social media platform for the past few years.  I first got the app the summer after my freshman year in college and snapped a few people back and forth occasionally, but it’s evolved to be much more.

I can send snaps to my friends updating them on my day (or making weird faces) and I can see what their days consist of in their My Stories.  Yeah, Instagram and Twitter are great for the big things in life, but what if you just went to TCBY or to Yopo and you want the world to see your ice cream?  Unless it’s a food in the air, that’s a better fit for snapchat.  Want to see a lot of different people enjoying the same event in real time?  Watch an Our Story.  Twitter hashtags are great and all, but I don’t have to do any work to see all of the people at the Final Four games or the National Championship game.

Speaking of which, there is a ‘National Champs’ snap story right now and I do NOT want to see that filth.  I’ve clicked through every snap in hopes of avoiding seeing any of the wrong shade of blue.


Snapchat has continued to be innovative in changing how we communicate with each other– and how we view these communications– to remain relevant.

Bravo, Snapchat.

Oh, and upon further review, I think it’s best that we keep snapchat best friends private.  Incase someone were to be a spy and want to see people’s snap friends…. mine are on the screenshot above so if I have any stalkers, you don’t have to investigate.  The title of this blog was a little dramatic, but absolutely none of y’all should be surprised by that.

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Will Tidal make more than a splash?

This weekend, my sister and I went home to Charlotte for Easter weekend.  The two hours and some change drive isn’t too bad normally but I was worried about hitting traffic.

Luckily, we seemed to miss a lot of the traffic which is great.  I could use those hours to sing along to my favorite songs and embarrass my sister with my dance moves.  That’s pretty tough to do when you’re worried about all of the crazy and aggressive drivers on the road.

I have Satellite Radio in my car so that’s normally what I listen to, well that and normal FM stations.  When I can’t find something to listen to, I plug my phone up to my car speakers with an auxiliary cord and play Pandora.  I have the free version of Pandora because I’m stingy and I don’t listen to music all that often.

I recently discovered that you can make playlists on YouTube and I made a playlist that includes a few of the songs my house had playing on repeat in Jamaica during spring break.  I’ve started playing those songs in my car as well.

I didn’t have any music on my phone until spring break of this year.  None.  Not one song.  When I realized that I wouldn’t have access to Pandora during the three hour flight, I decided I should put some music back on my phone.  Now I have 61 songs on my phone (most of which are Beyonce and Usher).

My sister is more of a music fanatic than I am.  She has Spotify and I envy the different songs she has compiled in her arsenal of songs.  Whenever she is the DJ in our car, there’s a 99% chance I’m going to sing along to every single song.

In fact, I’ve considered getting Spotify just so I can access those songs but I haven’t done it yet.

This all got me thinking about music services and the different options there are for accessing music.

When I first got an iPod, my dad insisted that I purchase all of my music off of iTunes.  My sister and I had a joint iTunes account because we listened to a lot of the same music.  He’d give us $10 or $20 a month to spend on music and once I figured out how to disable his parental guides preventing me from purchasing the songs I wanted, I was happy with this option.

Until I realized that my friends were using Limewire to get their music for free.

Why would I pay for the same songs that my friends were getting for free?  My dad didn’t want viruses on his computer and, more importantly, didn’t want to break the law.

Ugh, fine Dad.


(Imagine that says dad, please.)

I always kept my music on my iPod but not my iPhone.  When my iPod broke, I put music on my phone but ultimately decided that I’d rather have 4,000 pictures on my phone than having any music.  (In my breakup blog to Timehop, I predicted that I’d have more than 4,000 on my phone in the next few days and I was right.)

During my senior year of high school, I had no more than 10 songs on my phone.  Surprisingly, I don’t remember all of those songs because, like now, my sister would DJ when we were in the car.

I don’t really care that Taylor Swift does make much off the ad-supported free versions of music streaming services because: 1) I’m the furthest thing from a Taylor Swift fan, 2) she’s already rich, and 3) she made fun of cheerleading captains in her music and uh hello– that’s me, jealous Taylor Swift.

Well, turns out other artists share those sentiments and are doing something about it.  This solution is called Tidal and is a music streaming service purchased by my husband, I mean, Jay Z.  This isn’t a normal music streaming service: it’s an artist-owned music streaming service.  This way, the artists could make more money than they’re making from existing music streaming services.

I wonder how many times I can say music streaming services?

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This service is offered in two tiers but unlike Spotify and Pandora, it doesn’t offer a free tier of service.  In other words, I won’t be using it.

There is a standard definition version at $9.99 a month and a high definition version at $19.99 version.

Now what will make people switch from the $10 a month Spotify or any of the free versions of the music streaming services?   That makes 8 times I’ve said music streaming services… oops now it’s 9.

Exclusive content is one reason.  And those of you that like Taylor Swift, well, that’s another.  T Swift pulled her music from Spotify a while back but she’s participating in Tidal.

I fear that artists will pull their music from music streaming services (I’m doing this for my own enjoyment right now, 10) making Tidal the only option with music they want.

And that’s exactly what the artists participating want.  “Will artists make more money? Even if it means less profit for our bottom line, absolutely,” Jay Z told Billboard.  It makes sense that this new artist-owned platform wants to make money for the artists, but I don’t think it’ll catch on.

The price is somewhat comparable but is isn’t competitive.  The reasoning doesn’t resonate with us normal people that don’t have private planes and yachts.  Sorry Jay Z.  You’ve got 99 problems and convincing us to use Tidal is one.

HA I’m hilarious.

Anyways, I won’t be signing up for Tidal anytime soon and I’m fairly confident I won’t ever sign up.  Spotify, however, might get some money from me soon.