If you live above a Wendys.

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are. Confucius.

I am lacking any sort of creative way to lead into this entry. So we’re going to skip all of the fancy introductions and just catch you up on the most recent happenings.

1. Galveston. This was last weekend’s… for lack of a better word… adventure. It was your typical college trip that consisted of:

-10 irresponsible adolescents all trekking across Texas

-Clint forgetting most of what he needed to bring except for his bath towel that was monogrammed with his name, which later became the butt of most jokes. Ie: “Oh, Clint didn’t bring any sunscreen? Well, tell him to bring over his monogrammed towel to cover up my shoulders then.”

-4 stops at wendy’s. I don’t think I’ve eaten at wendy’s 4 times in my entire life combined, and I had enough wendy’s fries in 72 hours to put me into cardiac arrest, while Clint rattles off facts about wendy’s with his claim to fame that he, in fact, lived ABOVE a wendy’s his freshman year in college.

-finding out that the campsite that we were going to be staying at was an hour away from the tournament we were playing at early in the morning, so a consecutive 2am vote left me sleeping on the beach… on top of the tarp of a broken tent because..

-since the tents were set up with nothing more than moon light, the tent poles just “happened” to break, which of course, was none of the males faults that were trying to set it up. So, I bravely, and without a choice, slept on the sandy remains of a 5 person tent. And by slept, I mean laid awake all night beside Katie shivering all night.

-4 sleepless hours later, it’s time for our nappy heads to run around in 105 degree heat in our bathing suits in the name of Ultimate Frisbee. Try making your stomach look any type of attractive when you’re making sharp enough side cuts to make a model jiggle.

-But I’m a boy, and I put our matching team bandana around my head (which, I later found, to be the only 2 inches on my body that didn’t burn), laced up my Nikes, and made it my mission to be faster than whatever girl I was against (it didn’t really even matter if I actually made contact with the Frisbee, as long as I beat the other girl to it).

-The tournament lasted into the scorching hours of the day, and we survived off of luke warm water gallons that had been purchased at walmart the day before by one of the boys.. along with pickles, jumbo marshmallows, gushers, and cheese. Cough.

– We celebrated losing the tournament with delicious Mexican food at a restraunt called Salsa’s. I was happy to be venturing away from American burgers for the first time since we had left Dallas.

-After dinner, we only proved ourselves to be in college even more when half of the group decided that it was the second best idea they had ever had to go to a hotel lobby to take a nap and play chess, since everything we owned was now buried under the sand, and the other half resorted to sucking it up and taking a nap on a sand crisp that was formerly a pillow. As you can imagine, I was conveniently riding in the car with the people who sucked it up.

-The rest of the night consisted of losing one of the younger brothers of our friend, sending out a search party, only to find him at a highschool bonfire birthday party getting a piggy back ride from a girl twice his size. I didn’t ask questions.

– The rest of the trip was packing up, finishing off the nutritional gushers, stopping at sam Houston to take a picture with his big head, and slather copious amounts of aloe on our crispy bodies, all while listening to “Turtle neck and chain” on repeat.

Other events include:

-Getting my house carpeted. No, you don’t have a bad memory. Yes, this was done just 10 months ago, but DBU isn’t looking into saving money anytime soon I guess. Oh, and don’t worry, I didn’t mind getting a call telling me that I need all the furniture out of my house the night before they came. Just freaking get me to my own apartment already where I can live with my own personal mover. 😉 Sheesh.

– Playing cards for hours at our favorite hookah lounge with the dynamic double date group: me, Laura, Clint, and Cody. It was my first positive experience playing cards. This could be due to the fact that I won most of the time. For this reason, I have agreed to continue this tradition on Monday nights.. a decision I may rebuke the first time I lose miserably.

-Tomorrow I’m getting my wedding dress altered, and hopefully picking up my veil. I’ve been becoming increasingly stressed over this whole wedding thing, so any tid bits of excitement help.

-This weekend is wedding weekend with everything from a lingerie shower to picking out the perfect bow ties for the boys. (both of which I’m fairly excited about)

-I’ve been obsessed with Architecture Digest lately, and have been scanning all of their interviews for different designers that inspire/direct me. I also looked into Parson’s graduate degrees in architecture and interior design. Maybe I’ll be packing up my bags for New York some day. I would love to get a degree from one of the most well-known design schools in the world. Oh, to dream big.

-That is all. It’s time for lunch, and I don’t keep my stomach waiting.

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