I’m excited to announce that I think I’ve officially become a “thankful” person.

I associate gratitude with weakness the same way that people associate peanut butter with jelly, so this is actually huge progress on my journey to becoming an Actual Feeling Human Being. Emotions are real! The world is turning!

Of course, I am still a cold robot, but sometimes life gets good, like a well-written episode of Mad Men, and you just gotta ride the wave until you get paranoid that something bad is going to happen at any second and kill your vibe. While you’re riding the wave, might as well say, “Hey, this is a good thing. I feel happy about this. Thanks, Universe, for this moment in time where everything is nice.”

Anyways, how can you not at least be a little bit thankful for your life when there are things that exist out there like pugs and Harry Styles and deep-dish pizza and Sex and The City re-runs that play while you run on the treadmill? Is there really anything more you can ask for? Aside from a frozen yogurt machine that dispenses directly into your mouth with no repercussions, of course.

I don’t even know how to elegantly articulate how much I love “Blank Space” and how much I need it in my life at all times. This is also my formal plea for Taylor Swift to bring her music back to Spotify. I thought, because I don’t use Spotify, I wouldn’t be affected by this drama, but when you can’t bump “Blank Space” at a party because it’s unavailable to be streamed, it ruins literally everything. I feel so strongly about this. Please bring Taylor Swift back to Spotify.

Here it is, everybody: the most perfectly executed bitch face of all time. I want to achieve this someday. I hope in the future, my face just naturally falls into this exact look.

“Both. Just say I’ve got an allergy to cheap Champagne. Tell them exactly that. I have acid reflux, and unless it’s really good bubbles, I’m not going to take that!” He shakes his head and laughs. “But please don’t sell that too well. Make sure they know it’s a joke. They’ll really think I’m an asshole.” 

About a month ago, I made a spontaneous decision to travel from NYC to CHI via Megabus and surprise my family and friends for Thanksgiving. It was SO fun, but some of the most LOL-worthy moments occurred, surprisingly, while en route. It’s basically the travel nightmare that you would assume, but if you’re looking forward to something at the end of it, it isn’t as bad. An old Russian woman next to me got in a screaming match with the bus drivers, someone threw up within the first two hours, there was a dog on the bus, and at one rest stop, they were selling L. Ron Hubbard DVDs. Apparently, Scientology is huge in Ohio. The entire bus ride took nineteen hours, and when I finally got to my front door, no one in my family was even home, but at least I got frozen yogurt later that night and got to enjoy the well of joyful emotions that exist only in Costco stores the next day.

Per Emerson family tradition, we hit the mean streets of suburban Illinois at 3 AM on Black Friday to help the economy/get some bangin department store deals. We also were Danby Station’s first customers of the day at 6 AM, because we will do anything for food from the best restaurant in Glen Ellyn, IL. I was awake for a full 23 hours, 12 of which were spent shopping. I’m a survivor.


Since there’s nowhere to cook on campus/I only eat rabbit food, I spend at least 90% of my time blankly staring at delicious food on Pinterest, bookmarking it and then literally never cooking it ever. But I want to drown myself in this sweet corn, zucchini, and fresh mozzarella pizza. 

It’s a stalemate to see who will cut their hair first and neither of us are caving.

“Eve then says that we should make this T-Swift-inspired class ‘a thing,’ but alas she will be in the Hamptons next week. I will be in suburbia for the holiday weekend eating Chinese takeout and wearing flannel pajama pants, but that is neither here nor there.”

My parents came to visit the second weekend of November and it was truly a delight. We got a round of Salty Pimps at the best ice cream place in the world, Big Gay Ice Cream Shop, and also met Bradley Cooper outside of his broadway show after seeing him perform. This is truly what it means to “live the dream.”

Selena Gomez’s monologue at the beginning of this song is also how I feel about Justin Bieber. I KNOW HIM.

Maybe if you live under a rock (aka don’t follow me on Twitter) you wouldn’t know that 1D has a new album out. BUT THEY DO AND IT’S PERFECT FROM START TO FINISH. Me and my journalistic companion Kiley Roache will be having a listening session in the coming days, but you should pre-game our analysis with a little “Girl Almighty”.

“I know a lot of people are probably so thrown by how serious we’re taking this boy band, but loving them is no different than obsessing over any other act we value for some arbitrary ideal of authenticity. There’s nothing more fun than loving something, and boy bands are one of the the only sets of artists that require you to love the whole package: from music to personalities to all the baggage they can muster.”


I think Harry Styles is calling me out via tattoo


Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.


Meeting Jon Snow and Ygritte (AKA, The First Time I Cried on the Streets of Manhattan)

The most life-changing event in my entire life occurred less than an hour ago and I still don’t feel I have the words to accurately describe how I feel or how I’m comprehending this moment, but I’m going to try my best to articulate what has just happened. I’m shaken to my core and finding it hard to even speak.

I just met Jon Snow and Ygritte from “Game of Thrones”.

After getting off the subway at Astor Place, me and my gal Giovanna decided to go to Weinstein, a dining court off Washington Square Park, for a late lunch. We’re walking up Broadway and see the Fresh & Co (which I walk past every day) and start talking about how we’ve always wanted to try it and make plans to go tomorrow afternoon.


As we walk down Mercer, I look in the window and am immediately struck with chest pains. There, sitting in the window counter, is Kit Harington and Rose Leslie. I knew immediately. It was like a dagger to the heart.

I grabbed Gi’s arm and said, “I need to go.” Later, she will go on to tell me that she thought I either: A) Saw someone I didn’t like and needed to avoid or B) Was having a medical emergency.

We go into Fresh & Co and it is literally the most normal thing in the world. It’s basically a healthy-fast-food place that is cute, total Jon Snow territory. I start ordering a kale salad because I don’t know how to properly process my emotions and feel I need time to sort myself out before making a game plan. This was the most tense moment of my life.

I buy the kale salad (which, at $7, was actually a kind of good price for fucking KALE) and just know if I don’t say anything, I will be filled with dread, regret, anxiety, and just plain ol Joffrey feels for the rest of my life.

I very quietly walked up, let the literally flawless Rose Leslie finish her sentence, and went (as much as I can remember because I was pretty much blacking out from the shock), “I’m so sorry to bother you guys, but I just wanted to say, I’m a huge fan, I’m obsessed with the show (I then turned to Kit), I have your poster in my dorm, and I just love you guys and what you do.”

(This is the poster that hangs on my wall, I cry to it every night)

UGH THEN THEY THANKED ME AND SAID I WAS SWEET AND I WANTED TO DIE INSIDE. I then thanked them for being so perfect, walked outside, sat down on the sidewalk and cried. I couldn’t even speak for a full 5 minutes. GoT is my favorite show, and Jon and Ygritte are my favorite characters, so to say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. I’ve never been so starstruck in my life.

I didn’t ask for a picture because, to be honest, they were laying low, and you could definitely tell. They both had on hats and were talking very quietly and casually. There are no juicy TMZ details — they weren’t cuddling or kissing or anything, but they weren’t sitting in silence. I really hope they’re dating again because they look great together and because JON + YGRITTE 4EVER.

They’re both IMMACULATE. Kit’s hair and beard are just as life-changing as one would assume. I’m so glad I (kind of) played it cool and was able to tell them how much I love Game of Thrones, and in an appropriate way. It’s so nice and meaningful to meet actors who are humble and gracious, and who don’t mind too much being approached! They didn’t make me feel dumb or anything. It was definitely the most surreal moment of my life, I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I hope everyone has a chance to meet people they luv this much.

I ♥ New York

I’ve officially been living in Manhattan for almost 4 weeks and it’s been THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE. I basically get to do everything I’ve always wanted to do when I lived in the suburbs, which includes: walk to Soho, eat amazing food, visit my ladies at the Huffington Post, spend so much money, see celebrities, go to fun tapings, movies and concerts, and live as a strong, independent, sassy bitch. Also, I have to do a lot of school work, but don’t kill my vibe.

To be perfectly cliche, I’M LIVING OUT MY DAMN DREAMS. Hopefully soon Harry Styles will start cooking and cleaning and singing me to sleep in my dorm. Basically, anything can happen in NYC.

Here are some of my favorite things this month:

Say what you will about Kim and Kanye, but they are a POWER COUPLE and their combined style is amazing. F the haters.

“The list of things that keep me up at night includes but is not limited to: appendicitis, typhoid, leprosy, unclean meat, foods I haven’t seen emerge from their packaging, foods my mother hasn’t tasted first so that if we die we die together, homeless people, headaches, rape, kidnapping, milk, the subway, sleep.”

Buzzfeed had an accomplished bartender mix celebrity-inspired drinks. The Taylor Swift is on point.

Feeling oh so #blessed that I get to see the critically-acclaimed Whiplash at the New York Film Festival at the end of this month.

Here’s my take on the selfie: a selfie is the best kind of photo there is, primarily because you can manipulate the camera anyway you want to give you a picture that you’re happy with. People that talk shit about selfies probably just don’t know how to take a good one. Take as many selfies as your heart desires and never apologize!

Brangelina wedding is everything.

I started a new blog recapping every episode of Saved By The Bell. I only have one post as of right now (school is crazy busy) but hopefully this weekend I can get it fully up and running: http://www.bloggedbythebell.com

Last night we went into midtown, ate pizza, saw Ed Sheeran sing “Don’t” live at Radio City Music Hall (my first time ever being there!) and then basically had a night of exploring. New York City is kinda pretty I guess.

I know I blog about him a lot, but Dane Dehaan is on a different damn level as Lucien Carr in Kill Your Darlings.

Matty Healy from The 1975 is one of the most earnest and giving performers. Also he’s drunk as shit and he sounds *amaze* on one of my fave tracks, “Talk”. I swoon.

Last week I met Michael Cera after seeing his Broadway debut, This is Our Youth. It was nice. I’m in love with him.


Tonight I was lucky enough to get tickets to a taping of the Late Show with David Letterman! They made it very clear to us that it’s a big deal to go at this point since it’s Dave’s last season, and not even they know when his last show will be. It was so funny, he’s an incredibly awesome guy, and I got to see my love Mindy Kaling in the flesh. Overall 10/10, would recommend.

“Don’t let people cast you as a side character in your relationships, in your jobs, in your life.”

Get this shit away from me.

My personal mantra

Chris Pratt is my everything, and Guardians of the Galaxy was the film of the damn summer. Don’t ever fight me on this.

Everything has changed and yet I am more me than I’ve ever been. – Iain Thomas



I graduated high school! I’m so excited to start the next chapter of my life in New York City. When I was writing a blog on High School Musical in 4th grade, I don’t think I ever imagined it would turn into something I love doing at 18, or something I would go on to study in college (journalism, that is, not HSM — although I would totally be down to analyze Zac Efron professionally).

Obviously I've been a tastemaker since birth

Obviously I’ve been a tastemaker since birth

That being said, I’ve talked a lot of shit about high school, but at the end of the day, I know in the deepest depths of my blackened heart that I did okay, and that EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!!!!!

Here’s my little collection of favorite things:


“But judging people on the things that makes them happy doesn’t make your interests any more legit, and none of that snootiness made me feel as good as I do when I listen to One Direction and throw all my joy in the air and dance underneath it, arms outstretched, just like Zayn does in the ad for the One Direction fragrance Our Moment.”

“As a born and raised New Yorker, the city remains his first love—the perfect incubator for an actor who spends his free time writing R&B songs on the piano, producing his own house music, and nerdishly crafting elaborate models of Hobbits in the back room of a downtown comic shop.”

I think now of every war memorial I ever yawned through on a class trip, how someone else’s past horror was my vacant diversion and maybe I learned something but I didn’t feel anything. Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.

Gratuitous pics of my new bae Kit Harington:

My review of The Fault in Our Stars which I loved, because it fed my weird attraction to weepy character deaths. Also, this song:

This story literally crushes me — Lily Allen wrote this song about her little brother not having a job:

So he went off and got a sweet gig as THEON FUCKING GREYJOY (Reek?) on the sickest TV show ever, Game of Thrones:

“She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time, I’ve got a new job now on the unemployment line.”