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<rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Blog RSS</title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Aug 2019 02:08:21 +0000</pubDate><item><title><![CDATA[Is splitting the bill with Venmo ruining relationships? I HATE Venmo]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/is-splitting-the-bill-with-venmo-ruining-relationships/</link><description><![CDATA[Unpopular opinion: I HATE using Venmo to split anything. 
Sure, it’s wildly convenient, but, it’s destroyed all my hopes and dreams of having friends you trust.]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Balancing Routine and Spontaneity]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/balancing-routine-and-spontaneity/</link><description><![CDATA[I've always hated calendars, from when my mom sat me down in grade school to organize my many extracurricular (three dance classes, piano lessons, school choir and band), to extremely over-scheduling myself in high school (March was my worst month, from math competitions to containing Relay for Life), to never planning my study time in my first and second years at college. But more recently, as I prepare to graduate in five short months, I realize not only their purpose but their absolute]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Dating App Low Down]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/the-dating-app-low-down/</link><description><![CDATA[My first encounter with Tinder was during my first week of college. I’d been invited to sit and chat in a girl’s room on my floor. The tiny Barnard dorm room had about eight people in it, relaxing and discussing the  New York City. One girl, however, was not focused on the conversation at all; she was plopped on the floor, cross-legged, engaged in what can now only be referred to as swiping. Without being prompted, she exclaimed something similar to: “I can’t believe I haven’t run out of people]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let's Talk About Negativity Competitions]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/let-s-talk-about-negativity-competitions/</link><description><![CDATA[RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHERS

Arianne is a rising senior at Barnard College, Columbia University majoring in English and minoring in Psychology. She’s the author behind the seekingmillennial.com blog and the seeking millennial Instagram.

Sydney is a rising senior at Barnard College, Columbia University majoring in Economics and minoring in Ancient Studies. Find her musings at sydneyspeaks.com, on Instagram @sydneyspeaks, and in her soon-to-be-completed fiction novel.
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In a culture where pulling]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[letter two]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/letter-two/</link><description><![CDATA[RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHERS

I don’t understand

I don’t understand

I can’t understand

A spitfire. Here one day, gone the next.

Knocking on my door. 48 iMessages. Snapchat streak. Memes on Facebook.

Bouncing around my room. Crumbs on my bed. Pregaming. Curling your hair.

Stealing my purses. Eating my pizza. Gossiping. Boy advice. Sex talks.

Blah blah blah blah blah.

Unfollowed.

Cut me off.

See you soon.

I don’t understand.

xoxo]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[body worries?]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/body-worries/</link><description><![CDATA[RELATIONSHIP TO SELF

In December, my chronic asthma and allergies whammed me with a sinus infection and a cough that wouldn’t stop. Five doctors visits and a chest x-ray later, I was bedridden, had to postpone my college final exams and projects, and head home early for winter break.

You might not have even noticed. Can you see my lungs?

I sat on the couch for a month, barely leaving my family house in New Jersey, my New York City activity level and muscles waning away.

The aftermath: my]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[letter one]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/letter-one/</link><description><![CDATA[You were my literal guide

Hot summer in New York City; the kind of summer people shuffle into a/c for.

But there you were, smiling, sunglasses, sunkissed.

The words are blurs now, but the Central Park background is clear, as clear as your kindness.

We were thrown together again, last summer.

You, quiet and hardworking and fit.

Me, barely ever around, always watching T.V.

You washed all the dishes, even if they weren’t yours.

Then you guided my career.

You've moved on; I appreciated and]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[college. is. rough.]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/college-is-rough/</link><description><![CDATA[Word of the year: rough

My friend and I have categorized each year of college since our first-year as roommates in a much too cramped dorm room.

First-year: "good"
Adopted from the language of many on our dorm floor, "good" was turned into a slang for anything and everything ranging from actually wonderful news to annoyance over a changed syllabi to failing a test and crying over it in the bathroom while your two roommates slept unaware.
It no longer meant "fantastic", "good" meant whatever]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A "Good" Breakup: Does It Exist?]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/a-good-breakup-does-it-exist/</link><description><![CDATA[Before I was even able to write about him, Brooklyn boy came to an end.

My friends did refer to the "relationship" as the "Summer of K"
I should've realized then.
But I did realize it was happening, when we were supposed to spend all of Labor Day weekend together, yet he would make no concrete plans. When we finally met up outside of Hungarian and he wanted to go for a walk and "talk"; my subconscious knew far before I did, joking, "You're not going to break up with me are you?"
He was, and we]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Great Summer Ice Cream Tour: Stop 2]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/the-great-summer-ice-cream-tour-stop-2/</link><description><![CDATA[Love cereal? Love post-cereal milk? Momofuku Milk Bar is the place for you.

Light and fluffy
This is probably the least-heavy ice cream I've had so far on my tour, which is saying something. I easily ate my large serving of cereal milk and cinnabun swirl. They were both white in color, so telling the flavors apart was difficult. The cinnabun sort of overtook the cereal milk, but it was delicious nonetheless. I do, however, prefer the ability to tell apart my ice cream flavors.



Get the]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[DATING: A (Late) (First) Coffee Date]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/dating-a-late-first-coffee-date/</link><description><![CDATA["Let's grab coffee this weekend?" he suggested.

And so on the bench outside the coffee shop I sat.

2:48 pm - I'm too early
2:55 pm - It's chilly for March
2:59 pm - A text: "I'm running a few minutes late"
3:04 pm - I hope my friends aren't tracking me for nothing

The next time I looked up from my phone there he was, that must be him. I was alone on the bench and he was the only tall, blonde boy in the vicinity. He looked similarly to his online dating profile, easing my Catfish worries.

Did]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Great Summer Ice Cream Tour: Stop 1]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/the-great-summer-ice-cream-tour-stop-1/</link><description><![CDATA[Snowdays - The West Village
Like shaved ice? Like ice cream? Really love shaved ice? Then Snowdays is for you.

They literally put a circular block of your ice cream flavor of choice in an ice shaver, which magically spins around and slices it up, ruining the smooth texture and nature of ice cream in a sort of beautiful way. Once shaved and strategically caught in a cup (get the Regular size because portions are huge!) you get a choice of toppings and sauces, and a temperature color changing]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Subway Screeching to Cleanse the Mind]]></title><link>sydneyspeaks.com/read-me/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-blog.-of-course-wed-say-that/</link><description><![CDATA[The B train leaves me at the dead end of the platform. I was dubious as to whether my car would even scrape past the concrete marking the trains-only territory. Last car, last car, I never ride in the last car. I didn't stand until it came to a complete stop, a revolution of my own, always eyeing the eager, rushed passengers leaping to the door and tipping over as the conductor hit the breaks. 

The end of the platform, Lorde's ticking beat reverberating into my auricular nerves. Turning to face]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
