I unofficially decided to take a break from blogging for a few days (maybe longer, I don't remember) but I'm back now! I haven't forgotten though. I just haven't known what to say until now.
I've been thinking a lot about the end of this blog. That's actually a really depressing thing to say/type. But this blog is about my amazing fantastic, totally radical...whatever, its about my freshman year. And technically my freshman year is over (OH MY GOD MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE IS OVER. Okay, done freaking out). I honestly considered just posting one post that said "THE END" but I decided that would be awkward and end up being more like a never ending cliff hanger. I also thought about posting a long post tying all the loose ends I've left over the course of the blog. Then I realized that really the year isn't over. I still have the rest of this month and the whole month of June because you obviously know I'm an OL and I'll have a lot of exciting things happening for a little while longer. So...
Ceeeeelebrate good times, come on!
So to catch you up, Kyla and I went down to Florida after I moved out of the dorm last week to help out my grandma. She broke her foot two weeks ago so she's had trouble keeping the house clean and taking care of my grandpa. Anyway, she paid us for our work, not to mention bought us pedicures and facials and bought me a Fossil crossbody (I've been DYING to own one for many moons now) and basically pampered and spoiled us in any way her restricted body movement could manage (it doesn't take a lot of movement to hand over the credit card). So we had a really nice time. I don't get spoiled by anyone else in my life like that. But that's what grandmas are for, really.
Yesterday and today we had transfer orientations going on at the school. We don't actually move in for the summer until next Friday, so I stayed with Taylor (another OL) because she has an apartment off campus. I like transfer orientation. I don't actually lead a small group, so that was less stress there. Plus all the people transferring in are at the very least sophomores. Which means all the girls on the team were gushing about all the gorgeous guys coming in. That was fun.
So I was talking to a cute guy today. He was flirting with me so hard. Like, every time he would walk past me he'd pinch my waist, we were playing around with each other the whole time during the advising session, he brought up what kind of phone I have just so I would pull it out and he could call himself from it and exchange numbers, and he was always looking at me. Always. And when I would make eye contact he would hold my gaze for so long I had to look away because...well I don't really know why, but I'm no good at staring contests. They tend to get awkward. But we would just be looking at each other for a good ten seconds at the time, which is actually a really long time to just look at someone across the room. He's kind of different though. He doesn't like Facebook all that much, and when he put his name in my phone he said, "But I DON'T text." I'm not sure exactly what that means. We have time to develop this further. The main thing at this point is that I don't overthink everything and rush things in my mind. I'm getting much better about doing that. I think that's what they call "growing up." I'm trying it out a little, you know, testing the waters and all that.
Well I'm off to call my lovely cousin Madison and update her on my life.
I'm glad I came back.
xoxo
