TGIF!

Ahh it's Friday!!! That means it's time for a new addition to my blog called 'Flashback Friday'. Basically every Friday I'm just going to take a nice drive down my lovely, tree-lined, Memory Lane and see what I can come up with :)

I'm flat on my back on my bed, too tired to move except for my fingers along the keyboard. I just started thinking about this one time I hung out with Jordan and we went to the store and bought stuff to make brownies. Then we went to block-buster and rented The Darjeeling limited. After that we went back to her house and ate delicious brownies with chocolate frosting and I almost spilled milk on her couch. Or maybe I did spill it. I don't remember. But let that be a lesson, never let me eat anywhere except for the table. I may seem grown-up enough at seventeen to handle the responsibility of eating on the couch or the floor for instance, but I'm not. I still make a mess. I'll beg and plead but stay strong, just tell me "no." and kindly re-direct me to my spot at the kitchen table, tying on my bib as you go. So anyways, spilled milk or not (which there's no use crying over. Sorry just a small joke) we watched the movie. It was a good movie. I was ignorant at the time that I had actually just seen my first indie flick. All I knew at the time was that I'd never seen any other movie quite like it. Fast-forward to now and indie films or foreign films pretty much dominate my dvd collection. Wow. I've come so far. Almost makes me smile to think of that silly, ignorant girl from a year ago that had never watched, let alone heard of 'Moliére' or 'I've Loved You So Long', or any other movie that wasn't playing at a local movie theater. Now of course I have to go into D.C. if I want to see a decent indie or foreign film. No art houses or cinema arts theaters in this area, that's for sure. Speaking of good movies, I'm so so so so excited to see "Where The Wild Things Are". It's going to be so spectacular. I haven't been this excited to see a movie since July when Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince finally came out. Ok well I'm feel slightly more energized now. I'm going to attempt to tackle some more español homework.

Have a splendid weekend loves.

Forget and not slow down

I did something good today. I also did something really hard today. I'm just gonna tell the story as I remember parts.

Ok so basically, I needed Pete (my swim coach. yes, I know I'm not swimming but he'll always be my coach) to sign a form that I was sending in to the league so that I could receive my Scholar-Athlete award for last school year. A coach's signature is required. Well I thought it'd be really tacky to just be like, "Oh, hey Pete, I know I quit swimming and haven't talked to you in about two months but, would you sign my scholar athlete form?" So I sent him an e-mail asking if I could stop by to just talk with him about my life and where I am with my swimming right now. I did mention that I needed him to sign the form. But I figured he wouldn't mind. He e-mailed me back right away and said that would be great. So off I went to "practice" this afternoon. I don't know why, but I purposely scheduled my meeting with Pete to be at 2:15. I guess I figured we'd finish around 2:45 and then people would've started arriving for practice so then I could see my friends. On the way there, I was excited to see Pete and everyone else, but I was afraid I might start crying. I always cry in my meetings with Pete. Ha. Do not ask me why. I have no idea. I guess I was also afraid that, oh I don't know, that maybe walking into the club I might become overpowered by the smell of chlorine and want to leap into the pool and start practice right then and there. So it was with mostly excitement and a little trepidation that I walked into the club. The first thing I noticed was that there was someone new at the front desk. Nina and the other grouchy ladies weren't anywhere in sight. I swiped my card and walked through the locker rooms onto the pool deck. I figured Pete was probably in his swim office. (The one on the pool deck) Sure enough he was in there. It was great seeing him and we had a good talk about swimming, and just college in general. I didn't even feel the urge to cry at all. So that was nice. We finished our meeting and I walked out into the main part of the club. Kendall was walking in, so I gave her a hug and we walked to the locker room together. It was strange because being in Pete's office, the pool deck, and the locker room, I honestly felt like no time had passed since I'd last been there. Anyways, I got to see Kate, Mandy, Hannah, Christina, Tori, Ben, well basically everyone. You get the idea. And it was really great seeing them. After a few minutes of visiting with them it was time to go. I stepped outside and my heart gave a little twinge. But it wasn't a twinge of regret, more like a twinge of nostalgia, of what used to be. I'd always known I would miss the people waaayy more than I would miss the swimming itself. I guess I didn't realize just how much I'd miss them, even Ben, until I saw them again. But it was good. Because as I climbed into the car, their was no regret for my decision. Only fond memories. And through all of that, I found some closure.

I don't know what God has in store for my swimming in college. I'm just trying to stay open to whatever. I wish it was as easy to do as it is to say.

Trash the Dress Photo shoot!

For those of you who have never heard of brides "Trashing the Dress" just google it. I'm too tired to explain what it is . . . BUT here are a few of my favorite pictures from my TtD shoot with Em :)

Enjoy! (Hopefully)

Keep Your Eyes Peeled!

Hey there, I have awesome news! Two exciting things will be happening in the near future! Firstly I will be posting an entry with a couple of shots from Em's trash the dress photo shoot! I'll write about that later :) another exciting event is a new blog to keep an eye out for! It will be called 'The Pudge Chronicles' and it will give a glimpse into the inner workings of the mind of my 6 year old sister. It may be scary, or hilarious, or both at the same time. You'll just never know. She will be writing, as dictated to me so you can rest assured, this blog will be 100% unadulterated sass! Can't wait to get started!

Anyways, have a lovely day! I'm off to study as I'm now up to my ears in Spanish vocab flash cards.

A rant of exhaustion. p.s. it's been a while . . .

I was hoping that if I just started typing, inspiration would strike and I'd finally have something to say. I should have quite a lot, I mean, my last post was what, June yeah? Pathetic. So many things have happened since then and I can't find two seconds to talk about it? Maybe I just need to think of something completely useless to blather on about right now . . . Um, well actually I was quite ready to talk about Saosin's new album. Jake burned a copy for me today. Except there's a mosquito somewhere in my room so now I'm too creeped out to really offer a decent album review. Ok so I know what you're thinking, "How can she be typing this if she's so distracted by the mosquito?" But I'll have you know I'm slapping random body parts every other second or so in the hopes that I may squish it if it has indeed decided to suck my blood. Also, I realize that were I to give an album review it wouldn't actually inform you of much because I don't have any actual experience as a music critic. Ok well, now that my original topic is trashed I guess I'll talk about something else. But see now the inspiration is gone. I don't know what to write. I'm too tired to be sarcastic or witty, and I'm just not feeling the serious side of myself right now. (It does in fact exist by the way.) To be honest I feel completely lazy and lethargic. I think the lethargy stems from my poor diet though. I'm trying to not be a fat ex-swimmer. But it's difficult. I don't think people quite understand just how gigantic my sweet tooth is. Some people hate soda. I envy them that. I haven't met a soft-drink I didn't like. With the exception of Mountain Dew of course. Vile, repulsive stuff. Hang on a moment, I just had a brilliant idea. This is what I will do: I will ask my mother to stop buying coke, cream soda, root beer, sprite, pepsi, grape soda, orange soda, and birch beer, and buy only mountain dew instead. I'll have no option but to stop drinking soda as I refuse to let that cursed liquid touch my lips for even an instant. Perfect. I will also take up pilates I believe. Except I don't actually know how to do pilates. But I'll learn! Anything to keep from . . . running *shivers*. Wow, amazing how a rant about mosquitos, soda, and pilates can lift me from my state of lethargy to an absolutely energized mood. Perfect timing since I need sleep . . . let this be a lesson kids. No blogging before bed.

Goodnight! <3