I love it when Emmy and I argue over text messages. Enough said.

Collegiate Conversations

Above you will see my neighbors and roommate discussing the cell bodies on the cover of this physiology book.  No we were not having a study session, just casual conversation.  I have noticed this happens a lot.  Saturday morning over a breakfast of doughnuts there was talk of acid and bases.  And just tonight while having an ice cream cone party I was taught about hydrogenated oils.  Got to love collegiate conversations.

on those rare occasions i fall asleep fully dressed, without brushing my teeth, in someone else's bed.  my intention is a pre-bed nap.  but then i am awoken at six fifty three in the morning by the actual bed owner.  normally i would feel terribly for thieving her bed the entire night.  but my excellent night of sleep removes all guilt.

"You won't do it at the right time. You'll be late. You'll be early. You'll get re-routed. You'll get delayed. You'll change your mind. You'll change your heart. It's not going to turn out the way you thought it would. It will be better."

Kate Moller

sometimes it be that way

i'm sorry i didn't always have a match

that could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch

thoughts as i take a quick study break

dear good-looking,

if only i had woken up on time. if only i was feeling bold and confident.  if only i could say i was not still a teenager.  i would walk right up to you, write my number on your hand in purple ink, look you straight in the eyes, and with a playful smile i'd leave.  no words involved.

but i am not that gutsy.  

love,

the girl who will only live once

Saturday in Logan

Study. Eat. Repeat.  With a quick snuggle-break.

Organized

What is the difference between me and a calendar?

A calendar has a date.

Obsessed

As I walk through campus, the first thing I notice about any male figure is his socks.  Who knew long, black, nike socks would knock my own right off?

Recently, I left the security of my roommates to sit by a lone boy on the back row.  Although he may or may not have been attractive and tall, my motives were purely friendly.  As I caught up to my roommates their gleaming eyes proved obvious snoop-age.  The first thing that was said to me upon my return was, "you really do love long socks."  I laughed out loud.  Yes, that explains my abnormal bravery.

During another recent occurrence I was dawdling my way to a much-needed shower.  In attempts to speed up the process my roommate said, "Aubrey, what if a boy walked in right now.  And he was wearing long socks.  And he wanted to cuddle with you."  Way to capitalize upon my two weaknesses--long socks and snuggles.  Let's just say, a hop, skip, and a trail of clothes later . . . I was clean.

Dear Emmy,

Once you said this to me, "you are moving away from me. you don't deserve to know about my dates. or lack thereof."  But I know you were only speaking in the misery that comes when a best friend moves away.  Thank you for coming to see me so soon.  I loved having you.  So much.