This is a response to what time is it?

That's right.
Another vlog just for you, but this time a good friend and Blogger pal of mine is talking in your face too! This took forever to edit, so I'm now gonna rest my eyes on another screen, my big ol beautiful TV. Oh the good times we share.
Merry Christmas idiots!

This is,

MAB

& my girl Nancy Anaya

This is my first vlog?

Sorry I've been MIA lately, college finals were rough and since I landed back in Nebraska I've been sleeping and working. I thought I'd take a little time to create something for you guys for November. I give to you, my first video blog. Do judge me as much as you want. I especially encourage you to find still frames where I look extra stupid, and be sure to share them with friends!

This is,

MAB

This is for the girl with the staring problem.

Look at this b****. Goodness.

Dear Girl With The Staring Problem by M.A.B

Dear girl with the staring problem,

Why look this way?

It's as if you're reacting to words I didn't even say

Is there something wrong with your eyes?

Or are you just doing what Tyra says and practicing your smize?

I can't help but return a look equally as disgusted

Words are running through my head like 'this girl think I look busted'

This is basically why I'm moving to London.

I'm moving to London.

Drake told his girl "sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up, that's when you're the prettiest" and I do hope she did not take it wrong.
I've been told numerous times that guys are attracted to the soap-and-water girls. You know, the girls who don't need a lot of primping, fluffing, powdering, and lifting to look beautiful.
Yet it seems like the only time I could get a brotha to holla is when I wear the bodycon skirt and the top that shows a bit too much cleavage. (I know bodycon skirts aren't the most appropriate, but they're so cute, and CHEAP!).
So imagine my surprise this week when a mystery man stopped me on my walk back to my dorm.

This is about fashion.

gloves Top Shop

I consider myself to be a pretty logical person. And logically, clothes should matter no more than to aid survival and keep us from being arrested.
But ever since I could fully recognize my appearance in a reflection, I've loved fashion.
I have my mom to thank. For a long while I was her shopping buddy. She taught me the basics, what matched, what didn't, the importance of having different kinds of pieces in your closet, and of course the joy of clearance racks.
While many elementary children still had their moms take out school clothes, I was putting together outfits by the 3rd grade - an accomplishment that does matter thank you!
But those were simpler days when there were no rules nor money to care about.
Now (and now especially as an unemployed college student) being a fashionista isn't as easy.

This is about my first day of class. This is Part II.

I wouldn't call my life awkward. Not that the word doesn't fit, but I feel it's so overused.
To me, awkward is applied to the small things that have a big enough emotional effect to make me feel uncomfortable for an extended amount of time.
Like MTV's "Awkward.". I love the show, but accidentally announcing that you want to have sex with your boyfriend through the PA system isn't awkward, it's devastating.
That being clarified let me narrate my overanalyzed experience to my first ever class in the Loop, traveling solo.

This is about my first day of class. This is Part I.

It dawned on me while I was doctoring up my coffee at Starbucks at exactly 9:26am.
I was upset that the half&half was empty, but thankfully the nonfat milk hadn't run out yet. Unfortunately the kid next to me was unlucky enough to knock his drink a bit sending about 1/3 of the contents all over the counter. I was about to laugh to ease his embarrassment*, but quickly shut my mouth.
He was one of those people. You know, the super serious ones that curse life when they trip on an uneven sidewalk, make a freudian slip, or knock over their own coffee.
*Okay, maybe laughing would make you more embarrassed, but it makes me feel better. I'm not afraid to laugh at myself so I want someone else to do so too.
Napkins were seized, quickly ran over the spill, and he sharply left out the doors.
Then the thought really occurred to me how alone I was on my first day of class.

This is college.

Yeah Stitch is with me, so?!

My dorm room is all organized and now has that perfect lived-in-mess that makes it feel like home.
My roommates are cool and vary in range on the party scale so we balance each other out.
There's at least one party going on somewhere on campus.
And my last paycheck will be mailed in signaling my soon-to-be-brokeness.
I'm a college student.
So, how is the Nebraska native faring in the streets of Chicago?

This is about celebs on Twitter

I was opposed to Twitter when I first heard of it. Well, not so much opposed as I didn't understand why anyone would want to hear what I had to say unless I was some singer-actress-athlete-celebrity. But eventually I caved, mostly interested in what my friends had to say, and made a profile.

(Random thought: I wonder how many profiles I have floating around in cyberspace since my family first got internet in 2002?)

Of course, like most tweeters, I got hooked and rarely does a day go by that I don't check my TL.

But it wasn't until a few days ago that I realized how scary Twitter actually is.

This makes it legit.

The most decent ID picture I've taken in years.

Name: Olivia Cunningham
Class of: 2016
College of: Communication
Major: Journalism
Address: 1237 West Fullerton Chicago, IL

DePaul orientation (Premiere DePaul) was July 30-31 for me and while the experience was incredible, I couldn't help but notice that everything was being set in stone around me. My ID picture was taken, I registered for classes, turned in my new housing contract and toured the building (yes I have housing and I promise details will come later). Then that night walking back to the dorms where we stayed the night in (Munroe Hall) it dawned on me:

This makes it legit.

Before I know it I'll be walking around campus by myself, not with a large group of clueless incoming freshman, I'll have to find my way around on the L Train, not with a student leader pointing out the right destinations, and all my days will repeat and not end with my dad picking me up asking about my day.

AND I'M SOOOOO READY!

Am I nervous and all that stuff, of course, but this has been my goal since forever!

I need to make my own path as soon as possible. After all, my major is journalism which means I'll be documenting stories and how can I appreciate others' if I don't create my own?

This is,

MAB

This DePaul dame is dormless.

That's right.
This average braud is enrolled as an incoming freshman to DePaul University.
As excited as I am about campus life, internships, downtown Chicago, and being close to my extended family, my enthusiasm is becoming overshadowed by my fear of being dormless.
I got this cute little postcard giving me a 'Friendly Reminder' of my current situation.

"Dear Olivia, In case you were enjoying your young life worry free, we would like to remind you that so far you will be starting your freshman year dormless. Enjoy your summer!"

My last weeks of summer are quickly dissipating and I can't help but fear that I'll start off the school year in some shady building just off campus...

This is about music.

Stitch's Selection

I walked into Best Buy originally to see if they had any works of Robert Townsend for my dad.

(For those who don't have much color, never heard the catchy but somewhat derogatory jingle "Only on the W.B.!" sang by a frog, or never watched Disney Channel back when it was hosted by cartoon robots, Townsend is a black actor, comedian, and director most famous for his movie Hollywood Shuffle, TV series The Parent 'Hood, and to 90's babies Up, Up, and Away.)

But when I passed the music section a Prince and The Revolution CD caught my eye. The sign above the shelves labeled everything below as discount music. So I put my phone and car keys in my purse and got in my shopaholic stance - wide stance, knees slightly bent, fingers flexed, and peripheral vision turned to the max to see if other customers are entreating on your treasures...or possible treasures once you look in that area - and began to peruse through CD's.

A guy strolled up just seconds later seeing the sale sign, flipped through a few on a lower shelf, then walked away.

This is the blog.

My boredom created this. This blog.