10 Things I Prefer to Do Than Go to a Party

10 Things I Prefer to Do Than Go to a Party

Call me "lame," but I'd rather do any of these things than go to a party.

I've never been much of a party goer. In high school and in college, they've never intrigued me or been where I'd enjoy spending my time. These are just a few of the things I'd rather do than party.

1. Read a book and tackle my endless TBR pile.

I'm an avid reader and my TBR (to be read) list continues to grow exponentially without my knowing. I have multiple shelves on my bookshelf dedicated to books I haven't read yet, and I'm much rather stay at home and conquer that than spend my time out.

2. Watch HGTV or ESPN.

Maybe it's the 80 year old woman living inside of my 19 year old body, but I'd prefer to stay in and watch HGTV and debate which house the couple on House Hunters is going to pick, or watch any sport on ESPN. It fulfills and entertains me much more.

3. Play with my cats.

I'm a crazy cat lady, and I wear that title proudly, so I think this is kind of self-explanatory.

4. Do homework.

This is probably a shock to most, and a lot of people would totally rather go out than stay in and do homework, but I've always been the nerd in school who enjoyed it and didn't mind the homework I had to do when I got home. I like learning, and I'd rather catch up on school over the weekend and make sure I'm ahead than stress myself over the work I've put off over the time I've spent out.

5. Clean out my dresser.

I don't particularly enjoy this, but I'd still prefer this over partying.

6. Color coordinate my closet.

I do this often. It's so oddly satisfying opening my closet and seeing my clothes organized by color and type (long sleeved, short sleeved, etc.) and I secretly enjoy doing it. Fun fact: my bookshelf is organized by color, too.

7. Wash my car.

I don't hate doing this, but I don't enjoy it, either. Still more appealing to me than partying though.

8. Paint.

My best friend is the one who sparked my love of painting and it's something she and I do together. It's much more fun going to her house and painting together and watching Netflix than going out with a ton of people who I don't know.

9. Bake.

I'll be the first to admit I'm not the best cook, but I can make some mean brownies, and I'd rather bake seven dozen brownies than leave my house.

10. Write.

Obviously I enjoy writing, since I do write for the Odyssey. I have my junior AP English teacher to thank for that. Since taking the class, I've been writing more than I was before and it's very relaxing and therapeutic. Writing is something I would recommend to everyone whether or not they like to go out and party. Writing gives your thoughts life and is a place for your jumbled ideas, and sometimes the page is the only one who listens.

I feel like I should add this disclaimer at the bottom: I am by no means saying that if you enjoy to go out and party that there is anything wrong with it or that the way you choose to spend your free time is wrong and you should be doing something more productive. It personally just is not for me.

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Happiness is having the best aunt in the world.

I know I don't say it enough, so let me start off by saying thank you.

You'll never understand how incredibly blessed I am to have you in my life. You'll also never understand how special you are to me and how much I love you.

I can't thank you enough for countless days and nights at your house venting, and never being too busy when I need you. Thank you for the shopping days and always helping me find the best deals on the cutest clothes. For all the appointments I didn't want to go to by myself. Thank you for making two prom days and a graduation party days I could never forget. Thank you for being overprotective when it comes to the men in my life.

Most importantly, thank you for being my support system throughout the numerous highs and lows my life has brought me. Thank you for being honest even when it isn't what I want to hear. Thank you for always keeping my feet on the ground and keeping me sane when I feel like freaking out. Thank you for always supporting whatever dream I choose to chase that day. Thank you for being a second mom. Thank you for bringing me into your family and treating me like one of your own, for making me feel special because you do not have an obligation to spend time with me.

You've been my hero and role model from the time you came into my life. You don't know how to say no when family comes to you for help. You're understanding, kind, fun, full of life and you have the biggest heart. However, you're honest and strong and sometimes a little intimidating. No matter what will always have a special place in my heart.

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What If I Told You Jelly Wrestling Was The New Date Party

Why a pool of jelly should be on every college students bucket-list.


Right now, my house looks like something out of a Dr. Seuss novel. Our garden is bright pink, squishy and arguably smells and tastes pretty damn good. This may be because we've dumped 300L of premium non-toxic wrestling jelly around our entire house. Don't judge! The thought of carrying a swimming pool full of jelly to the dumpster at the end of the street is quite disheartening on a Sunday morning.

Why did we have 300L of jelly in a pool in our living room? I'm still asking myself the same question.

In a joint effort to make the most of our dwindling weeks in Alabama, our house decided to host the event of the year. We wanted to baffle the local Alabamians and make them wonder just how strange international students are - spoiler alert: we succeeded. After taking inspiration from our exchange predecessors (a group of rowdy boys who originally coined the idea in their last semester of exchange at Alabama), we decided to host a jelly-wrestling event. It was relatively unheard of, would provide hilarious entertainment for our guests, and most importantly, go down in history with this batch of internationals.

We ordered the jelly, filled the blow-up pool, and orchestrated a guest list through a process of inviting anyone we knew/met in the week leading up to it. We were so obsessed with getting multitudes of people at this party that I totally forgot I would need to lather myself in jelly and fight in front of all of them.

As the weekend approached, my nerves built. I hesitantly watched the jelly set throughout the day. We planned our outfits, our walk-on songs and the presentation of player profiles (so much effort went into this event). As it got closer, I became more and more doubtful in my ability to willingly make a fool of myself in the jelly.

I have always prided myself in my confidence. I try to never be fake and preach the need to disregard what others think of me. However, when your living room fills with eager college students (90% of whom are strangers) chanting to see the entertainment they were brazenly promised, it's fair enough to have a moment of self-consciousness.

My fellow party host — also the most courageous, carefree and funny person I know — approached me in-between mingling with guests. "We need to wrestle," she said. "The crowd is at its peak, and they're all waiting." She was right. I could feel their hunger for our humiliation in the air. We were the zoo animals, and they had come to see us.

I shook my head. There was no way I could live up to the expectations of this untamed crowd — I was in way over my head. I fumbled with excuses, "someone else should go first! I'm not even dressed and I" — she stopped me. Handing me a drink, she pleaded once more with her eyes. It was time.

I skulled the drink, changed into my warrior outfit and wrestling robe and took to the stage. Cheers erupted from the crowd, not for me personally, but for the prospect of entertainment at our expense.

I tried not to look anyone in the eyes — maybe I could avoid being identified as that girl who rolled around in jelly in future scenarios if I didn't let anyone see my face. My internal monologue began, a welcomed distraction to the voracious onlookers. I reminded myself that I wanted to do this. Wrestling in jelly is such a fun concept, and I had been excited for the entire week. I'd never get to participate in something this strange and hilarious again, so why was I so scared?

I looked over at my fellow host. She was laughing along with the crowd and seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. As I sat across from her in that $40 Target blow-up pool, watching her giggle at how silly we were, I felt ultimate respect towards her. It takes a certain (fabulous) kind of person to forego any and all embarrassment and find humor in their own bizarre actions. She didn't take herself seriously at all. She knew this was crazy, and yet she was totally unashamed. The crowd respected her for putting herself out there. I know I'll always think back to that moment and remember how much I valued her for attaining that quality.

So many eyes were on us, and for the first time all night, there was silence. Our referee and jelly life-guard counted us in. Three… two… one… GO!

I don't even remember the match. All I remember is rolling around in a big bowl of jelly with another girl while the crowd yelled and screamed in disbelief that this was actually happening. Most of my concentration went into trying to not wet myself while hysterically laughing.

Those three rounds of jelly-wrestling were some of the most fun I have ever had. We sparked an entire night of matches, bringing strangers together to dive into the slime. I walked around with pride. All inhibitions were released. It might have just been the drink I skulled prior to the match, but I remember feeling absolutely invincible like nothing could embarrass me. I knew I would never let the fear of what others might say about me stop me from having fun. I could put myself out there in front of a total crowd of strangers, and if they didn't like it then it wouldn't be my problem.

For those who have never dabbled with jelly-wrestling, I highly recommend. It's a fantastic way to build confidence, make new friends, and create a lasting impression of how strange international students are. We can now confidently say we've left our mark in Alabama... Literally — our living room floor is stained red.

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