Everytime I cry on the subway some guy tells me it’s going to get better.
It has been 13 years and I still feel like a knife is stabbing my heart.
My best friend was murdered 13 years ago and I can’t get over it. I think about her all the time.
I remember when she first went missing, and how I didn’t know she was gone. One girl hugged me because she thought I was maddie.
I remember making her paper flowers to put on her desk and thinking of all the questions I would ask when she came back. We prayed for her everyday. I searched for her everyday. But somebody had already taken her life away.
I vividly remember her funeral, kicking a friends fathers leg because I had no control over my body.
I couldn’t act anymore, because all I could think about was her. I love her so much and I miss her. Would we still be friends today? I’ve failed her. I am a mean person. But I still love her so much.
All night they show commercials with their fresh baked cookies. Naturally I go to pick up some toll house cookie dough. The cashier tells me she can’t sell them to me because they’ve been recalled. Clearly the universe thinks I’m fat. Whatever. It led me to be reacquainted with my old loves Ben & Jerry.
I come in for nausea.
Dr Turnoff (real name): is there any chance you could be pregnant?
Me: haha it would be the immaculate conception.
Dr Turnoff: (doesn’t laugh) I’m still going to need to have you pee in this cup
I feel sorry for you. Your "blog" is beyond pathetic....Who molested you as a child for you to be so hateful?
Why do you feel sorry for me? Have you seen all of the Alexander Hamilton pictures?? He is definitely not pathetic. And I hope if anyone had a bad experience in their life they would be willing to share it too. That’s the beauty of having a language. We can share experiences good and bad. I wasn’t molested as a child. But maybe if I had I would have been a better comedian. They say they’re tortured souls.
How dare you blindly justify a stereotype like that? You are an ironic goldmine and the biggest ignorant ever. If you hate Kylie so much, why are you hilariously proving her point for her; why do you still associate yourself with ignorance induced acerbic commentary? And how DARE you overlook the required question mark in your rhetorical accusatory question? It requires ten times the functional literacy than you will ever have, Anonymous.
how dare you tarnish the nyu greek community like that? you are a fucking bitch and the biggest hypocrite ever. if you hate your sorority so much why are you living with a girl from it, why do you still associate yourself with it? and how DARE you talk about your roommate like that. she is 10x the woman you will ever be kylie
Well i can only assume you are in a sorority. But I think you are proving my case. Petty girl drama. But as for choosing to room with someone in my former sorority- are you saying that girls can only be friends with their own “sisters”. That would make a group of boring/cultish girls. Also You are using the word hypocrite wrong. Just another dumb sorority girl? Haha. Also my roommate has befriended a girl who just last year she said she couldn’t imagine why god would put in a class with this girl 3x a week. I’m the hypocrite? Also this girl is a huge user who is friendly to people to get things (eg. Fake ids and boys). God bless.
I am a senior at New York University writing about my experience of being a sorority for two years. I was inspired to write about being in a sorority after I learned my former one had been kicked out of their formal venue last night. One underage sorostitute was too hammered and the bar kicked everyone out before they got to eat. Absolutely pathetic. The same girl apparently pressured a new member to drop out last year, mainly because she was black (this is from the grapevine) Why this sorority continues to promote true friendship is beyond me.
New York University’s fraternity and sorority life is almost non-existent. But once you are in it you cannot avoid it. They all study together, they go to the same 3 bars, they live together, they hook up with each other. It’s very incestual. The problem is these kids grow inflated egos because they joined a semi-exclusive group. I am originally from Florida, and if these kids rushed at a state school they would end up in the bottom tier houses, or not be accepted at all. These are the kind of kids who either were too painfully nerdy to have a “normal” high school experience, or they are not done with the pettiness of high school. To be fair I am including myself in this. I was and always will be a huge awkward nerd.
I was a little baby freshman terrified of being alone. I was a theatre major and I knew I did not want to be a part of the drama kids group in college. They are just way too much to handle. I also knew that I wanted boys- straight boys to be specific. What better way to find friends and straight boys than to join a sorority? I’m not going to go into the details, but my freshman year was all about partying and trying to get my name out there. My sophomore year is when the real drama started.
After a semester of living with fellow acting students, I decided I desperately needed a change. I was miserable and downright depressed. I changed majors and completely shunned every acting kid I knew. I also moved into the sorority “house”. At NYU, the Greek kids don’t have houses. They compete for points by hosting educational programs for students. They are usually attended by the group hosting it and are laughable, but they still get points. After a housing presentation, the “winners” get their choice of penthouses in the Lafayette Dorm in Chinatown. Even NYU doesn’t want to be reminded of Greek life. The houses at the bottom of this list can apply to live in suites on the 16th and 17th floors of Laf. That year my sorority had a 9 person suite: 4 doubles and 1 single. I moved into the single for the spring semester.
It was during that transitional time I had fallen into a seriously deep depression. I didn’t leave my room, I didn’t eat and I didn’t want to see anybody. I missed the sorority’s initiation, but I got counseling and meds for my depression. They charged me $25 for missing it. Later that year they planned a founder’s day banquet at the local holiday inn (tacky right?). I was still having trouble adjusting to my new major. I knew I had to miss the banquet because I was still working on a 20 minute presentation and a 15 page paper on the conservation of the Roman Forum. They charged me $25 for missing it. This is the same institution that promotes scholarship. I think passing a class is more important than eating crackers at a run-down hotel. Call me crazy. It didn’t help I was living with self-conscious, over-weight virgins. Who did nothing but judge my lifestyle and made me feel like an outcast. I remember vividly asking about littles when one of the girls told me that I wouldn’t be able to find anyone who could handle me. They strongly discouraged me from taking a little and constantly made snide remarks to my face.
This is only the tip of the iceberg. I have much more to say.