Girls just wanna have fun

2008-sex-and-the-city-002If it isn’t clear by now, this blog isn’t supposed to be very serious. But today I do have something important to say. And that’s how valuable your true friends are.

Since moving to Boston, I’ve had two absolutely incredible friends: my two roommates, Sarah and Judith. I met Sarah our freshman year of college, and she has put up with me ever since. I didn’t meet Judith until I moved into our apartment a year ago. And we got along right away, probably because we’re both short, have dark brown hair, and are awesome.

Judith is moving out this weekend to live with her boyfriend, so she gets a special shout out in today’s post. If you see little tear streaks on the screen of your computer, it’s because I started crying cause I will miss her so much. Judith and I have had some great times in the past year, which include:

  • Trampoline dancing – never has sexy dancing looked so stupid
  • The mouse on top of the fridge – petrified for a solid hour by a mouse that wasn’t there
  • Rock gazing – forming constellations out of the grips on the rock wall

Basically, she has been an awesome friend and roommate, along with Sarah. Guys have come and gone, but the two of them have always had my back. There is a special bond between friends, and that has been proven to me time and time again in the past year here in Boston.

So here’s to my two favorite wingwomen, who are actually terrible wingwomen, cause they took me to a gay bar LOL!!! ♥♥


The Dude Bro: A Brief Anthropological Study

If you’re having a bad day, I suggest mocking the Dude Bro. For those of you who don’t know…


The “Dude Bro” is a species most commonly found in college settings, the environment in which they thrive. However, they can also be found out in the wild, attempting to keep their culture alive long after the “glory days” are over.

The Dude Bro’s diet consists mainly of red meat, protein shakes, energy drinks, and cheap light beer.

The Dude Bro’s wardrobe consists of colored polos, tight T-shirts, beaters, and pinnies.

Dude Bros travel in packs, and walk at a noticeably slow pace. They are seen most often in the summer wearing sunglasses and showing off their biceps (“sun’s out, guns out”).

The Dude Bro spends most of his time at the gym, usually wearing a sweat-stained sleeveless shirt. He alternates between lifting and casually flexing his muscles in front of the babes in spandex barely breaking a sweat on the ellipticals.

"Sup ladies"

“Sup ladies”

When not at the gym, the Dude Bro can be found “chilling” watching college football in HD, often with his fellow Dude Bros. Other activities include:

  • raging/ripping shots
  • winning at beer pong
  • watching Family Guy and South Park
  • listening to Dave Matthews, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Lil Wayne
  • gelling his hair
  • objectifying women
  • ironing his polos
  • tailgating
  • talking about how fast his car goes

On the weekend, the Dude Bro always pre-games before walking or taking a cab to an overly-crowded bar playing loud top-40 music. He greets his buddies by doing the bro handshake, saying “duuuude”.

Then the mating ritual begins. He hunts down the drunkest, hottest “Bro Hoe” he can find and buys her a shot. If another Dude Bro tries to steal her away, the Dude Bros will fight.

The Dude Bros exchange tantalizing words such as “Come at me bro” before punching each other and attempting moves they saw on last week’s episode of Ultimate Fighter.


Once the fight is broken up, and the Dude Bros realize that drunk girl has since left to go barf in the bathroom, they stumble home and pass out.

Further analysis and observation of the Dude Bro can be conducted at any frat party, the gym (duh), and Country Fest.

If my life were a TV show, this would be the drinking game


Take a drink every time Grace:

  • Is overdramatic
  • Hates on seaweed
  • References “Triple D”
  • Says something sarcasticpaps
  • Complains
  • Mentions the love of her life, Jonathan Papelbon
  • Kills a bug without remorse
  • Takes a picture
  • Is wearing sunglasses
  • Says she needs to marry rich
  • Makes fun of Canada or the South
  • Is carded at the bar
  • Mentions Peanut Butter (her future puppy…”Peanut” for short and “Mr. Butter” for formal occasions)
  • Avoids manual labor
  • Drinks hot black coffee
  • Shops at Wet Seal
  • Talks to Lonny, her car
  • Eats pasta
  • Paints her fashion nails
  • Facebook stalks

Finish your drink every time Grace:i'm a big dill

  • Reminds the world that Tom Brady STOLE Gisele Bundchen from Leo
  • Describes to someone her favorite poster in the world (at right)
  • Goes to a country concert
  • Hugs Princess, her stuffed bear
  • Tells the story of when she met Sarah Brokaw
  • Claims that the Dave Matthew’s song “Grace is Gone” is about her
  • Gets hangry (hungry + angry)
  • Insists that her birthday is THE greatest day of the year
  • Pretends to like UFC

Take a shot every time Grace:

  • Posts something completely ridiculous on her blog (HEHE)


On the menu: Turf ‘n’ Turf

turf n turfI’ve been on a mission for self-improvement. Exhibit A: I use this blog as an outlet for my creative energy. Exhibit B: I’m training for a 5K, because I want a 2-pack. And Exhibit C: I’m learning how to be an epic cook.

In college, it was socially acceptable to have Annie’s Mac and Cheese for dinner. But not in the real world, despite how cute the bunny-shaped pasta is. Now I make buffalo chicken mac and cheese, which is actually much better.

I’d be lost without the Food and Drink section on Pinterest, where I find dinner recipes. I’ve got a good system going. On Sunday I pick out my dinners for the week, and then go grocery shopping and buy only the ingredients that I need. I feel like it’s something June Cleaver would do, if they had Pinterest in those days.

Usually what I make comes out pretty good. There was the time, though, that I tried to make a sun-dried tomato cream sauce to put on pasta, and for some reason I used evaporated milk and oregano in it (I swear the recipe called for it). The taste was putrid, and we won’t speak of it again.

Let it be known that you will never find me posting pictures of dinners I make on Facebook and hashtagging every damn ingredient.


The following are some of my favorite meals I’ve made (the photo links to the recipe):

Spicy Sausage Pasta

spicy sausage pasta

Crusted Honey Mustard Chicken

crusted honey mustard chicken

Buffalo Chicken Sandwich

buff chick

Chicken Bacon Rice Casserole

chicken bacon rice

Cajun Shrimp Pasta

shrimp pasta

Fish Tacos with Mango Salsa

fish tacos

Guacamole Shrimp Melt


I’m having fun with it! The only down side is all the dishes I need to clean up afterwards. One day I will make my husband do them.


Helpful dating tips for those who liken dating to torture

Let me tell ya, single people…it’s a shark tank out there. And while I am no expert in dating, I have a few tips to offer up:

  • Get rid of the checklist – If you have chemistry with someone, give it a chance, even if they don’t fit your list for the perfect person. Keep on open mind. BUT….
  • Don’t date co-workers – Sure, it works out just fine in Grey’s Anatomy. But in reality, you’ll reach the inevitable fallout, and any and all interactions will be so painfully awkward.


  • You are not the exception – I learned this valuable tip from the movie “He’s Just Not That Into You”. If the person is treating you like they don’t care….they genuinely don’t care. If someone wants you, they will make that clear, no exceptions. So don’t waste time chasing someone who just isn’t into it. DO NOT be this girl:
  • No second chances – If it didn’t work out the first time, there is a reason. I recommend writing your future self a letter, describing why things will never work:

“He is messy and a Yankees fan”

I question the mental stability of anyone who openly supports the Bills”

He is lazy, afraid of commitment, and sounds Canadian”

“The street parking around his apartment is so inconvenient”

He’s a rock climber who will just be climbing up shit all the time”

  • Learn your lesson – When it doesn’t work out, think about what you’ll do differently next time. Don’t make the same mistakes again. In the wise words of Michael Scott, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…strike three”.
  • Have fun! – It doesn’t need to be a drama show. Try new things and be yourself. If it works out, great. If not, well, go through these tips again.

Now go get em.

Helpful running tips for those who liken running to torture

I’ve always believed the only legitimate reason to be running is if you’re being chased by a zombie. I cannot connect on any level with people who willingly run, while NOT being pursued by the undead. Is it even natural?

However, exercise IS important. And my “Madeleine Lewis: Get Moving! Walking for Weight Loss” DVD has not been cutting it. So I signed up for a 5K. Those who know me well are probably dialing a hotline, for fear that I’m spiraling into insanityBut let it be known that beer is provided afterwards, which is a small reward for what I will be subjecting myself to.

So $38 and a mild panic later, I’m officially running the Cambridge Oktoberfest 5K!!!!

This will be me...except I'll be collapsed on the ground

This will be me…except I’ll be collapsed on the ground










So I’ve started to train. And there’s a chance I may actually survive this 5K! The following are some helpful running tips for those like me, who liken running to torture:

  1. Buy actual running shoes. Trust me, your fashion “sneakers” will not do.
  2. Remember that you can always run further than you think.
  3. Don’t run during the dinner hour. You’ll smell food through people’s windows and nearly heave into the bushes.
  4. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. It evens your breathing. A bug might fly into your mouth, but just go with it.
  5. Distract yourself – maybe listen to music. Otherwise you will realize you’re torturing yourself.
  6. Set goals – sign up for a fun 5K. Because music doesn’t work and you’ll need a good reason for torturing yourself.
  7. Reward yourself for reaching those goals. But maybe avoid Olive Garden’s never ending pasta bowl, as heavenly as that sounds.
  8. Resign yourself to the fact that you WILL sweat. If you don’t, you’re not doing it right.
  9. Eat AFTER you run.
  10. Silently judge everyone you pass who’s walking. It makes you feel so cool.

And that’s all I’ve got. Check back in tomorrow for my next post: Helpful dating tips for those who liken dating to torture.


Hi, my name is Grace

The #nofilter hashtag enrages me. No offense to people who use it, but I severely judge you. I see it all the time on Facebook, attached to pictures of nature and selfies.

You mean nature can be THAT beautiful WITHOUT the sepia filter?!?!

I even bring up my hate of the #nofilter hashtag on first dates. I need to know that my potential husband doesn’t tolerate that nonsense. (#StillSingle)

So naturally, after spending hours deciding what to name my new blog, I settle on: #NoFilter. After all, what deserves a #NoFilter hashtag more than a 23 year old girl? I’m so unfiltered, the Britta would nearly explode. HA.

So anyway, I moved to Boston a year ago. It was always my dream and here I am! I’ve had a lot of ups and downs, and I’ll undoubtedly have more. I’d like to share them (via my unfiltered thoughts) in this blog. Unless you’re my family or my close friend, likely you don’t care (you’ll take that back when I’m famous). But I’m here to write – something I love to do – and if you grow to love my awkward sense of humor, then I’ve succeeded.

For all you hashtag lovers, I’m sure I’ve lost you by now. For everyone else, I hope you travel this blogging journey with me. Surely I’ll find my Prince Papelbon and one day run a 5K, and you’ll have a front row seat.

Stay tuned! 🙂