whutevs.

oh hey.
it is i, sara.
i want to prove to bekkahlove that i WILL be posting. it's just...sometimes, life is very demanding of a freshman. but i'll get it together, i swear. especially since i just realized i have a blogging app on my phone.....



that is all. xoxo

true life: this is an awkward week for me.

clearly sara is uninterested in posting, so i'm going to have to carry this thing. also there are two funny stories i wanted to tell her, but they're are too long for texts and i don't have time to call her today.

dear sara,

1. yesterday i pulled a smalls. it was shameful. i was on my way back from running an errand and happened upon a dyadic soccer game between two students with unidentifiable accents. i was trying to figure out if one guy was from ireland when the ball rolled right up to me. naturally, i thought i'd help them out by kicking it back. so i did...and it traveled approximately 5 1/2 inches. that in and of itself was embarrassing, but so was the determination with which i kept trying because i kept thinking of just how epic my soccer skills had become towards the end of my time in canada. eventually, the non-irish guy came over and was just kind of like, "...thanks..."

as i walked away awkwardly considering the fact that i should have been using the inside of my foot instead of the tip, i realized that my fly had been open the whole time.

2. after taking a shower this morning, i went to pull down my window slash close the blinds so i could get dressed. just as i reached up to pull down the window, my towel fell off leaving me fully exposed to the {thankfully} empty courtyard just outside my window. it was one of those moments where i could feel how horrendous my face must've looked and i literally lol'ed for about 5 minutes.

3. i just want us to be friends. also, i love you {name that sitcom!}

whomp.

dear hbm,

today i texted you. you didn't respond. i had a lovely conversation with gabe-mike {see what i did there? like justin-bobby}, but when i called you hours after the aforementioned unresponsed text, you didn't answer.

whomp.

imagine my short-lived horrification when i get on twitter to see that you'd posted a simple "help." that got our older siblings all riled up.

naturally, i called lass who informed me that you were seated safely at the dinner table.

i'm glad you weren't tied up in an alley somewhere.

call me back, yo. 

sifting through old pics.

gabe & hbm can make some pretty ferocious faces. 

but at least they clean up good. 

ps - happy new year.