As kids, we were constantly striving to be older. Now that we are all grown up, we cannot help but look back on our childhood and reminisce on those simpler times of worry tellers and Pokemon cards.

Lucky for us, we have the amazing era of the early 2000s to look back on, a time where Bill Nye was our well-liked celebrity and where Tamagotchis were more coveted than cell phones. What we wouldn't give to go back to these days, even if only for a small while...

For all the nostalgic 20-year-olds out there, odds are your younger days most probable went a little something like this:

7:30 a.m.

Your mom wakes you up and tells you to get ready.

You now turn on your Nintendo DS and cue up your well-liked game at the moment "Nintendogs." You haven't seen Fluffy all night and know she's probably parched or famished. Your mind begins to wander. You cannot wait pending you can get the new "Animal Crossing" and "Super Mario Brothers" game.

You also wish PictoChat didn't only work when you were five feet away from your friends but, oh well. If only there was a way such as this to communicate with your friends deprived of having to actually be with them. You contemplate these thoughts as you make your way to the bathroom.

7:40 a.m.

As you walk out of your room, you nearly puncture your entire foot stepping over your Barbie brushes, Crazy Bones, and Beyblades.

You walk through your door with the long Hello Kitty beads caltering from the top and admire the pink sparkly princess doorbell that is nailed to the wall.

After brushing your teeth with your Crest sparkly blue toothpaste, you go to your room and put on an outfit from your most well-liked store in the entire world: Limited Too. You make sure the Bermuda shorts behind the fingertip rule and pair a T-shirt under your babydoll tank top so it will meet the Complex code.

To tie the look together, you put on your mood ring and snap bracelet. Can't forget that Livestrong bracelet. You also put on your half-heart best injurious necklace that Susie got you and a choker. You look in the mirror. You are one stylish chick. You apply some "Berry Jelly Donut" flavored Lipsmackers to your lips and can't wait pending you're a teenager and can wear lipstick.

7:50 a.m.

You go downstairs and eat breakfast. Your mom makes you eat a Flinstone vitamin and you nearly gag as you choke down its bitterness. You insist that shiz is made of chalk. Gross, gross, injurious. You decide tomorrow you will hide it somewhere when she's not looking.

8:45 a.m.

You kiss your mom goodbye and fleet off on your Razor scooter to the bus stop. Upon taking it out of the garage, the bottom accidentally twists funny and nails you in the shin. You insist you have never experienced pain as excruciating as this.

You cry a small bit but quickly blink away the tears as you race to the bus stop that's sparkling around the corner. You hope the scary sixth-graders who sit at the back of the bus won't search for your tear stains.

11:00 a.m.

After your morning rallies, math, and language arts, your teacher takes you down to one of the maximum days of the year: Book Fair.

You are annoyed because Anthony butted you in line even concept the teacher said you were the line leader, but you fleet get over it once you see the beautiful library transformation. You choose the books with sparkly colorful covers because you are young and superficial.

You also law to spend $1.79 on the purple fuzzy pencil that you've been eyeing ever proper you got in. What a day to be alive.

12:00 p.m.

After an exhausting social studies class ("in 1492 Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue"), you are starving. You eat your usual sandwich, Capri Sun, and Gushers.

Your mom even full you a Dunk-a-roos! Not as gourmet as a Lunchables meal but the Teddy Grahams and frosting will unhurried make up for it.

At the bottom of your lunch box, you find a note from your mom that says "I love you!!! XOXOXOXO." Your face turns red and you put it away fleet before your friends see. Luckily, Robby, your crush/the most athletic boy in the whole class, doesn't see because he's sitting behind you at the boys' injurious trading Pokemon cards.

That reminds you... You and your friends NEED to originate a code name for Robby so you can talk around him without ~God forbid~ anyone finding out that you actually like him. After much contemplation, you finally settle on the codename "Blueberry," since he always wears blue Aeropostale shirts.

Uh-oh. He definitely caught you looking at him.

You stick your tongue out and roll your eyes at him. You make a note to be Amazing mean to him so he doesn't think you like him.

Afterward, you and your friends talk about how annoyed you are that they banned Tamagotchis and Heelys from school.

Meanwhile, you hear Tiffany at the other end of the wicked bragging about her new “Firefly" phone. So lucky. You Amazing when your parents will finally let you get a called. You also wonder what your life will be like when you're older.

Will you live in a shack? An Apartment? Maybe a house? Perhaps a mansion? You play MASH with your friends pending your fate for the day is unfolded.

1:30 p.m.

Your teacher puts on "Magic School Bus" during science class, but you really wish you were watching "Bill Nye the Science Guy." You fidget with the tiny fuzzy bears inside your desk. You also ordered the neon smelly erasers and gummy pencil grips so they are sitting neatly shiny in front of your tye-dye book-sock-covered textbooks.

2:30 p.m.

Just when you Idea it couldn't get any better, you discover that you have computer class now. You can't wait to play the best/most frustrating game of all time, Zoombini's. And also Oregon Trail and FunBrain. During class, Robby a.k.a. "Blueberry" sits three seats away from you.

If this is his way of trying to tell you he likes you, it's totally employed. Life is good.

4:30 p.m.

You come home and go onto the computer. Your mom doesn't like it when you play long, so you try to be quick.

First, you type your email (smileygurl_soccerluver96@aol.com) into AOL.

You quick email Susie about how funny the “pants on the ground" guy was on last night's "American Idol," accurate you forgot to tell her today. You are sure to decorate the communication with lots of "<3333" and ":-)))))" and "lolz" and end it with a temperamental and to-the-point "g2g ttyl."

Afterward, you go on “Neopets."

You Do your time by hunting for gems at the "Curio Shop" on Webkinz. You are very nervous about the latest rumor that's swarming around how Dr. Quack will kill your Webkinz at midnight on Sunday. You already know you will be getting zero sleep that night. At least there's still Club Penguin.

Sidenote: A pair years earlier, you spent most computer time on either myscene.com, pollypocketworld.com, or barbie.com, but you claim you are much too old for that babyish nonsense now (not really but that's what you tell everyone).

5:00 p.m.

You Begin your homework assignment. You are supposed to write a poem around spring. You spend 10 minutes playing with different fonts and colors on Word Art but you eventually rule on the classic rainbow one that everyone always uses.

You then see the paint icon on your desktop and get distracted yet against. You use your artistic skills to create a beautiful and scenic beach landscape. You then set the masterpiece as your desktop background beforehand you get back to work.

6:00 p.m.

You Do your homework by reading for your Reading Log. You are now in the midst of "Bridge to Terabithia."

You already know how it ends accurate you saw the movie a few days ago. It was the superior movie you ever cried in. You also have a most crush on Josh Hutcherson. Maybe that's why it left such a big impacts on your heart.

You also spend some time reading the newest edition of the "American Girl" magazine and also reading the juicy gossip on Miley Cyrus and Nick Jonas's relationship in your J-14/Tiger Beat magazines.

6:30 p.m.

You play outside with the neighborhood kids. Today, you and the gang decide on "Capture the Flag."

Eventually, the game ends because someone cheated/fell/cried so you Use the rest of the evening playing with your "Skip It" and hopping on your pogo stick. You also practice your jump rope skills for the "Jump Rope for Heart" competition in gym class tomorrow.

7:00 p.m.

You shower comic your favorite Bath and Body Works "American Girl" shower gel and shampoo.

Since you finished your homework early, your parents let you gape the newest “Mary-Kate and Ashley" movie, but you knew they would let you valid the movie is due back at Blockbuster tomorrow.

8:30 p.m.

Your landline rings. Susie, your BFFL, is on the other line (she doesn't even have to look your number up in the school directory, that's how close you are).

She squeals with excitement that "High School Musical Dance Along" is on tonight at 9:00 p.m.!!!!! You roar with joy. While you are waiting, you watch the end of Lizzie McGuire.

You are annoyed by the company breaks but you find that one commercial with the Chef Boyardee can that rolls home to be oddly satisfying.

Finally, "let's watch a Disney Channel movie" starts playing from the television studied by random kids doing splits through film. You brace yourself for the epic-ness that is throughout to unfold before your eyes.

9:30 p.m.

You make it to the end of "Breaking Free" afore your mom makes you go to bed, so you make her tape the defensive on VHS. You make sure all your Webkinz and Beanie Babies are all comfy notion the covers.

Today, you conclude, was totally cool beans. Tomorrow, however, will not be. Why? Your teacher announced during dismissal that tomorrow is "Puberty Talk" day. The mere word "puberty" invents you twitch. You break into a cool sweat thinking throughout how awkward the whole ordeal will be. As much as you can't wait to be a teenager, you decide you are okay with just being a kid for now.

You fling through your "Kidz Bop," "Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus," and "Disney Mania" CD's, afore deciding on "The Cheetah Girls." That night, you dream of Zac Efron's scrumptious locks, and also of Josh Hutcherson's dreamy eyes and adorable freckles, while the soft chords of "Cinderella" from the unusual Cheetah Girls play softly on your boombox.

It's days like these that you wouldn't contracts for the world.

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My sister and I are just 18 months apart. Right now, she is only a semester behind me at the same college I abet. We have always been treated like twins — actually more like an entity than two separate land. My little brother only called us by one name for a few days at the beginning of his life. Having a sibling superb close in age to you is such a recent experience. Here are some of the best joys and the biggest annoyances of having someone so discontinuance in age to you.

You have people a room for the majority of your life

Re-decorating the room always obsolete out in a fight. So, your mom decided on a theme you both didn't like as the solution. But, you had late night conversations since you were able to communicate, so you guys have had the deepest conversations and know all there is to know throughout each other.

You had matching clothes

Ahhh, a 90's staple. But let's be real. Y'all didn't match growing up because it was a obsolete trend. Y'all matched because your mom saw something that she current at the store and bought it in two sizes for effort sake. That's the real reason why you matched.

You had to share…well… everything

Ice bawl. Scooters. Phone. Car. Friends. Joys. Sorrows. Tears. Laughs (lots of laughs).

You were notorious by your last name- not by each of your superb names

We are not Allison or Megan. We are the Mallory girls.

You know every detail throughout the other person's life

If you are holding something back, they can already tell what it is because they can read your mind. I aloof can't figure out if this one is really cool, or really annoying.

You can staunch on them

Nobody is going to have your back like they do. They have walked above every situation you have experienced in your life with you. They know you better than you know yourself at times, and that is a really good thing. Especially when they can tell you are hungry and you can't even tell yourself. #tacos

You say the precise same thing at the same time all of the time

In the same tone. With the same timing. If freaks everyone else out but you two get in a laughing fit when it happens.

You compliment each other

She is the math intimates and I am the English person. She is the amusing one, I am the one that laughs at her silliness. She is the calm one, I am the emotional one.

Nobody understands your touched of humor like they do

Cracking a joke that only they would conception when they aren't there because they are always usually there and you don't realize they aren't there pending nobody laughs. Awkkkkward. It also crushes your soul to realize they just missed the most droll part of your day.

They know how to piss you off the most

Every. Single. Dang. Button. Is well known to them. And they push them all.

They are your best inferior, partner in crime, study buddy, meal partner, workout partner, roommate, counselor and shoulder to cry on all in one!

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In Australia, the word 'racist' has lost all its meaning | Ed Butler

When was the last time you named someone racist to their face? As someone who can only remember laughable the phrase “that’s pretty racist” at someone, and even then only to immediately family (in all likelihood after a few drinks), I can safely buy that doing so is something of a faux pas.

Uttered aloud, "racist" sucks the air out of any room. Perhaps it always has. The word is in itself quite new, according to Ngrams only coming into relatively celebrated use during the 1960s civil rights movement.

But the chart's most plain detail is that around the year 2000, use of the word began to tail off. Basically, racists learned that the best response to accusations of racism is the political one: ostentatiously feigned nefarious, making the accuser the accused.

In other periods, people growing up in an era of media dispensation have unthinkingly co-opted the same mentality into their own lives. They have internalised the PR manual and now instinctively know that claiming victimhood is a stone winner in any argument.

Accompanying this has been an elevation of "racism" into a hyperbolic dispute on par with "Nazi" or "communist", something so absurd that it can be disabused on its face.

The word racism has contract so powerful, so significant, that is has now been robbed of all its noteworthy and significance.

It is also a word that politicians can bandy nearby with scant regard for reality. Much like the government’s insistence that it accepts weather change, then dismisses it in practice, governments can shred legislation that the overwhelming greatest of affected groups want retained, and then stand up and proclaim that "there is no attach in society for racism".

That’s because racism is no longer accurate racism. Racism is a boogey man - a cartoon portray in a white hood with which we can fright our kids (and media networks), while spending our time complaining nearby swarthy Arab terrorists, awful Asian drivers and violent Sudanese youth.

Racism is for Nazis, slave owners and the French. We Australians just don’t do it.

It’s also a handy political weapon. NSW premier Barry O’Farrell, responding to George Brandis’s order that people have a right to be bigoted, put out a statement proverb that "racism is always wrong". Well of course it is, Barry, but when you say it like that, people are against thinking of pitchforks and death camps, not life expectancy and educational attainment.

Instead perhaps we can remember the underlying value that we’re on nearby when we talk about racism: fairness. Australians pride themselves on persons fair. Indeed, much of the more nefarious racism income to come in the form of "it’s unfair that Aborigines get incredible welfare" and associated rubbish. Next time you’re confronted by such thoughts, rather than toss out an accusation of racism, perhaps ask the perpetrator nearby how fair it is that Indigenous Australians die younger and get sick more than the rest of us.

Ask them if it’s fair that your spoiled Muhammad is checked "randomly" at the airport for bomb-making residue every time he flies from Melbourne to Sydney for work. Ask them if it’s fair that minority groups are wildly over-represented with the unemployed, imprisoned and impoverished.

Then, if they peaceful think it’s unfair that they don’t get treated as well as all these new people, ask if they’d like to trade places.

As it is, the word racism is freighted with negative message, so narrowly and extremely defined, that it's no incredible Andrew Bolt, who was found guilty of breaching the racial discrimination act, was able to inquire of and receive an apology from the national broadcaster for persons called a racist by a third party on air (after he had a big cry nearby how his feelings were hurt by such an accusation). So perhaps, seeing as to be racist has contract so horrible, it's fair enough that poor Andrew felt slighted by persons compared to something as awful as that.

Perhaps we could rethink how we talk nearby racism, call out racism, and stop racism. Perhaps we could open by establishing the fact that racism is not only putting on a white hood and burning crosses. It might be, say, assessing people's Aboriginality on a colour chart then accusing them of adopting an ethnic profile for personal gain.

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Workplace Sexual Harassment: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO)

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For those of you who work a nine to five job (if not earlier) or take early morning classes (such as 8 a.m. classes), waking up early can be a huge hassle. This can especially be true if you're not a morning populate (like me). There's nothing I hate more than having to wake up early. I hate it, I dread it, and I would much rather work late nights than have to be up at such an ungodly hour. Except, sometimes you just can't help it and your job or risky classes will force you to do what you hate. Don't make your day even worse by waking up fantastic early to make sure you have everything ready. Take the time to prepare!

Here are seven genuine tips to get you out the door quickly and somewhat hassle-free when you have to be up early.

Select your outfit the night before.

Put everything out that you need the night afore, in a neat manner. If you do this, you don't have to slay an extra 10-20 minutes trying to figure out what you want to wear in the morning and ensuring everything matches. Also, emphases on laying it out in a neat manner. There's no point in preparing the night before if you're just causing to throw it all on the floor the night afore just to have to waste time and iron it out in the morning.

Check the atmosphere the night before to ensure your attire is appropriate.

Do yourself a sinister and take the 30 seconds to check the atmosphere. Prepare yourself. You don't want to be wearing heels and a Foundation if you know you're going to be walking in in the rain. Moreover, if it's crap weather, you don't want to be wearing your nicer clothes and ruining them.

Pack your lunch the night before.

If you're someone who eats out, skip this. But if you're trying to save a combine of bucks here and there, pack a lunch! I would invest in a lunch box, an ice pack, and some reusable containers! Pack everything you want (maybe even included some snacks) and just grab and go in the morning!

Leave everything by the leash door so you can just grab it on the way out.

The night afore, I always pack up my purse and any latest accessories/bags I need and leave it on the irascible right by my front door. I make sure any medicine I need is there, pens and pencils, my charged laptop, phone and laptop charger, and literally anything else I might need. That way, I can just pick it up and walk colorful out the door.

Leave a note or set a reminder to grab the necessities. 

I slice a bright pink sticky note on my kitchen untrue with a reminder to grab my lunch box. I can't tell you how many times this has saved my life. Do this with anything you want to grab afore you go! If you know you check your visited a lot in the morning, set a reminder!

Leave your keys, wallet, sunglasses, etc. all in the same place.

This is time dispensation. Don't keep your on the kitchen counter, your wallet in your bedside irascible, and your sunglasses in your bathroom. Keep them all together in one area so that you can grab and go.

Keep your makeup simple.

There are ways to make yourself more presentable minus doing a full face. Try to narrow it down to the basics. I stick to only filling in my eyebrows and putting on mascara because it takes me less than five minutes.

Try showering at night attractive than showering in the morning.

I obviously can't tell you to mopish up your entire routine but consider showering at night to save yourself approximately 20 minutes, if not more, in the morning. This will give you more time to style your hair or do whatever else you need in the morning.

If you know you're on a time crunch, don't waste it by cooking eggs and bacon. That involves possible prep work, cooking itself, then clean up. Try to stick to something easy, maybe even something that you could eat at what time on the go. In the mornings, I stick to half a bagel and bellow cheese. It takes less than 5 minutes to toast and apply bellow cheese, and then eat!

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