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I will be having election s’mores in a tradition that I made up 12 years ago, when, although I was much less anxious than I am now, I spent all day shoveling Smorz cereal into my gaping maw while watching news coverage of Obama’s election. I will also be having hard cider that my 20 year and 10 month old ass got away

I will be making indoor s’mores. Many moons ago, 8 year old me twisted my mom’s arm into buying s’mores flavored cereal, and the next day, I watched Obama be elected president as I shoveled handfuls of the stuff into my mouth. Since then, I’ve always had s’mores flavored something on the day of the presidential

I was here on Jezebel, reading articles nonstop. I was just 16 years old. In my life, I felt helpless. I came to Saturday Night Social to post profanity-laden rants about the drama of my high school life. I was stuck pretending to be friends with people who clearly had no interest in being mine, and that fact made me

Hi Jezzies! First time posting on SHS in a few months, again. My first year of college was a real bitch. I ended up failing two courses, which meant that I was in danger of having to take a year off, but I explained the situation with my aural migraines and my plans for improvement to the committee on academic

Were your periods long and heavy beforehand? Mine used to be heavy for 3-4 days with pretty bad cramps for the first two years or so of having it, but now it’s like two days of an actual period with a little cramping/pain and three days of light spotting. I cannot go through that again. Mine will also just randomly

I’ve been alive for 19 years and been exposed to a probably overkill amount of sex ed starting at the age of 6, and this is the first time I’ve heard that you can get STDs in your throat. Wouldn’t a blowjob in a condom not feel like anything to either party, though?

Wow, this is my first time joining SNS in almost a year. Can’t believe I’ve been on Jezebel for three years (and am still in the greys lol). I’m 3/4ths of the way done with my freshman year of college! Today’s an important day in the fictional series I made up and basically lived in from 11 to 18 (a main character’s

I’m a college student in a different state than the one I initially registered to vote in (some of you may still remember me from the mental breakdowns I had on here as a sixteen-year-old terrified of Trump and living in high school hell). I sent in my absentee ballot request about two weeks ago... and it came

I’m at the college of my dreams hanging out with the people I can confidently call my best friends, but tonight I feel like the terrified, abused, isolated, low self-esteem sixteen-year-old who commented “We’re fucking doomed”, in fear for her future.

I know I’m hella late, but as someone who just went through the college application process last year (UPenn ‘22!), the idea of anybody getting more financial aid from Howard than Stanford is hilarious. The elite PWIs give the best financial aid. Did anybody who wrote that episode know anyone who’s applied to college

16 year old me waking up from a midday nap in a pool of bloody drool would like you to retract that statement. She will not have the pain she is enduring conflated with the eeevils of abortion... *bursts into tears*

I didn’t expect to actually feel sadness about Barbara Bush’s death- I wasn’t even born when she was First Lady and I rarely paid attention to her when she was alive- but today while watching the funeral, I actually cried. She was the same age as my grandmother, so I think seeing “1926-2018" is what did it. These

Losing someone is always disorienting, but I’m glad that you’re taking the steps to ease yourself into the transaction back to normal life. It’s vital that you have a support system around you too. There are some days that will be very hard, even years later. I experienced one of those days today. I had a nightmare

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Hey Jezzies! I still missed posting (thought it was going to be later because of last week), but I’m not super late this time!

Oh man, that’s a yikes. I’m so sorry. It sucks to finally have a reason to enjoy Valentine’s Day only to have it all shot to hell. Fifth and sixth grade permanently ruined the holiday for me, but I have sort-of happy memories from ninth grade because that was the day my now-ex gave me a rose and told me he liked me,

UGH!!! I was obsessively checking for SNS from 7 to 9 pm, then finally assumed it wasn’t coming but checked just in case, and now it’s probably too late for a rant in the greys to get any kind of attention. I’ve been posting here for over a year and a half, can I get out of the greys PLEASE???

Julianne: “This is what I imagine going to an Ivy League college is like.”

Hi Jezzies! I’m somewhat early today, yay! Time for my weekly update on new adulthood:

Eh, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I’m mostly studying with very little partying. I just specified that obviously academics is my #1 priority in college to control for all the “guys aren’t important; focus on your studies!” responses. I do care about socializing, but I’ve been given the amazing opportunity to

Hi Jezzies! First SNS of 2018! I could do do the whole “reflecting on where I am now compared to this time last year” thing again because during the first SNS of 2017 I was talking about crying at a goddamn Chainsmokers song over breaking up with my (non-sexual) “habit” eight months before (who’s still a habit now and