The Story Of The 22 Rotting Pumpkins

The Story Of The 22 Rotting Pumpkins

It's such a beautiful family of gourds.

Once upon a time in early October, my roommate and I decided that it would be fun to go to the ever-wonderful Indian Creek Farms in Ithaca to get some apples and pumpkins. Neither of us had gotten pumpkins in a really long time, and my apple collection at our apartment was upsettingly low — so into my car we went! It was a cool Saturday afternoon and off we venture to the farm. I had no idea what we would be getting into, to be honest. So that was the first issue with this plan.

We finally got to the farm, and after talking to someone about where we had to go, we drove up to the apple trees. After about an hour, we had picked about 15 perfect apples — they really were the most perfect apples in the world. They had a shine like no other and a taste that was so sweet and crisp. They were the most perfect apples I'd ever seen, so obviously, we took them all home with us.

Then, of course, we found the pumpkin patch. This is when the story gets good. Our original plan was to go out and get a couple pumpkins, but what actually happened was we found 21 baby pumpkins that were too cute to be left behind. We also found two giant "parent" pumpkins. So in total, we had 23 pumpkins. 23. Now some may think that's entirely too many pumpkins, and I, a previously nonbeliever, would also have thought that was the case. However, once we got home we knew that we would love all of these pumpkins and apples like they were our family. And that’s exactly what we did.

Now, most stories have an ending like — oh we got bored of the pumpkins and got rid of them, or we carved them and placed them outside for the world to see or we cut into them for the seeds. Our story, however, does not have an ending like that. We have all of our pumpkins still. All of them but one. One of them died because my boyfriend decided it would be hilarious to hide one in the freezer. However, after taking it out of the freezer, it became as squishy as a stress ball and it needed to be disposed of.

So now we have 22 pumpkins all around our house. Some on the dining room table, some on the side tables, a couple on the main table, two on our TV stand and one in the cupboard. Yes — the cupboard. And I’m not really sure why it’s still there, but no one has moved it, so there it lives.

I fear that the pumpkins will live there indefinitely. I fear that we will have to split custody of these pumpkins when we move out. I fear that there are pumpkins hidden in places I haven’t yet searched, and we will find them while moving out. It’s an exciting time in our apartment. And the future of our pumpkin family is one I look forward to seeing.

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

But for anyone who wants to be on The Bachelor, let me just tell you: Your mom was right. There really are a lot of fish in the sea. Or at least at the aquarium.

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Doing Nothing All Summer Is Okay Too

It's okay to have no plans this summer.


Summer seems to roll around faster and faster every year and the question that's always asked is"what are you doing this summer?" Some people love to answer this question, maybe they have a trip planned to backpack across Europe or have a 2-week vacation in the Bahamas. My point is, everyone seems to have these big summer plans. Some people spend the whole summer traveling and are never even home, but there are always gonna be some people who, like me, have absolutely no plans this summer.

Do I wish I was traveling across Europe or spending a few weeks in the Bahamas? Sure. But in reality, my summer plans include working 5 or 6 days a week. I'm not ashamed of this and I wouldn't say I'm jealous of those traveling because I'm still determined to make the best of my summer.

There is so much pressure everywhere on Instagram and Snapchat to post all the fun things you're doing and to capture the moment. This creates the pressure that you always have to be doing something fun or spontaneous.

Summer should be whatever you want it to be. If you want to spend every day at the beach, do it. If you want to spend every day in bed or at home, that's good too. We all have different definitions of fun.

Summer has just started and everyone should make the most of their summer in their own way. My friends and I always make a bucket list of all the things we want to do by the end of the summer. None of it involves traveling or much planning, it's just little things we can do when we get bored.

Don't feel jealous when you see other people traveling this summer. Make your own fun plans, make a bucket list, and make the most of every day this summer.

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