Didn't Bother Watching The Oscars

I Didn't Bother Watching The Oscars

The ONE actor that the whole nation was rooting for won years ago, so there's really no point anymore.


The Oscars never really stood out to me. It didn't matter who was nominated, who people THOUGHT deserved an award versus who actually won it, the celebrities that decided to draw attention to whatever project they were involved in during their acceptance speech; it didn't matter. Nothing actually stood out to me because, at the end of the day, I wouldn't care about who won it, or I would completely disagree with the Academy.

The only thing that ever drew my attention were photos on the red carpet. I loved looking at all the things people decided to wear, whether they radiated elegance or simply wore something that exuded stupidity and embarrassment. Half the time, I catch myself saying "Oh honey..." The kicker is, these people are actually being paid to show off products of designers. It makes you think how many designers weren't sober while they were drawing everything out.

The ONLY time I had EVER watched the Oscars was when Leonardo DiCaprio was nominated. Granted, he had been nominated countless times and had been screwed over every. single. time. Honestly, he should've won an Oscar for Who's Eating Gilbert Grape. He was so young and he did a phenomenal job. Every single time I found out Leo lost, I got so infuriated.

That year, Leo was nominated for The Revenant. The movie where his character Hugh Glass faced a bear attack and actually managed to survive. The movie where one of the men in his hunting team kills his son and is filled with rage. The movie where he treks through freakishly cold conditions to hunt down the betraying piece of shit, driven to avenge his son. And spoiler: once he is avenged and the piece of shit is finally dead, Hugh Glass passes on, joining his son in the afterlife. All whilst speaking English AND a secondary language that the cast had to learn (and speaking it fluently, I may add).

I saw this movie and it was riveting. I saw the nomination and I was terrified. Leo had been screwed over countless times before and it was going to be heart-wrenching if the Academy screwed him over again.

BUT we all know how it ended. Leo won. I cried because he finally pulled it off. And instead of the "FUCKING FINALLY" speech that I was genuinely expecting, Leo drew attention to his work outside of Hollywood that concentrated on wildlife and oceans. Even in his greatest moment of "HELL YEAH," he remained calm and collected even though we all know what he wanted to say.

The only downside is that now, I can't say I have as many Oscars as Leo does.

THAT is the only time I have watched the Oscars and probably the only time I ever will. The feeling of pure happiness was just so amazing that I don't want another to ruin that fulfilling experience. I don't want to watch another and it ends up being a genuine waste of my time. It's honestly like watching The Bachelor. 🤷 It's a waste and you're ultimately going to disagree with who is chosen (probably because you have favoritism set or just have bad taste).

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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7 Ways Great College Roommates Are Like Mozzarella Sticks

They won't break promises, they'll keep them.


There is nothing like living with your BFFs in college, and there is nothing more than mozzarella sticks. I love cheese and hanging out with my best friends 24/7.

I'm going into senior year of college, and I'm living with three of the best friends a gal could ask for in the rough college years. One of us who's crazy. One of us is the life of the party — one of us is a fashionista. One of us is going to make all of us hit the library.

And, we're all of those at the same time!


These girls love to laugh! We're always making fun of each other or cracking jokes.

2. Warm and loving

Even though we're always messing with each other, we can put the roasts aside and get serious when someone is having a hard time or needs a good cry.

3. Crunchy

They're super tolerant for my new found love of all granola things. I hope y'all are OK with my compost bin sitting on our porch all year.

4. You can't just have one!

Who wants just one roommate? We all get along and balance each other out.

5. Hot!!!

You gals are glamorous, gorgeous and hot!

6. You'll never be the same after 

Our apartment and my life will be forever changed. My life will be happier, more lighthearted and blessed, but the state of the apartment is TBD.

7. They're there for you when you need them

I'm a big cryer SO thank you ALL.

I am so excited to live with all of you! We are going to be the best bunch of roommates there ever was. Cheers to Apartment H!

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