For Those Who Requested This Discombobulated Retrospective - - - (You Know Who You Are)
Did you miss me? No? Oh. Okay.
Well...I've still been writing. I'm always writing. But honestly, I just forget to share it with the invisible people of the internet in the same way that I forget to water my plants. Out of sight, out of mind, you know? So, for my three #1 fans out there, here you go - a deep and piercing insight into the transparent reality of being an almost-25-year-old YSA outside of Utah, in the throes of a quarter-life crisis, and how to deal with it in a mature, grown-up way.*
That one time I took a sick day for the first time in a year and a half and oh, oh, here I am, five weeks later, still sick, because I would rather spend 2 hours getting a haircut than coughing at the Urgent Care.
That one time I went to Utah for the weekend so we could go to brunch and someone could divulge that she is getting married!!!!
That one time Em and I went to the Oquirrh Mountain temple and I forgot my recommend but they still let me go all the way inside. (Because it was Valentine's Day and they could tell I was righteous.)
That one time we went out for Indian food, except I only ordered tomato soup because I wasn't hungry, and it was all very silly and inexcusable on my part. But at least I got to sit by my favorite sleepover buddy. (XO)
And The Squad was reunited.
That one time I dragged bae to the Renaissance Festival with me so we could hold the geese and be kissed by well-dressed carnies and and listen to the men in kilts playing the bagpipes, and then watch a beautiful bald man in tight velvet leggings (who, no, was NOT Brandon...) crack his fire whips.
That one time we went to a jousting match and it was so wonderfully overly-dramatic, and they gave Nicole and Me a really old knight who ultimately lost the sword fight that inevitably ensued, but who had the best hat.
That one time we went to a restaurant and the restaurant just gave us free pancakes for lunch.
That one time I found out that the six-year old boys at school talk about me on the playground and conspire to give me jewels.
That one time I spent a lovely Saturday with this Cutie Face (je l'adore!!), eating the best waffles in all the land, and then tried (and succeeded) to not get sunburned at the Spring Training baseball.
AAAAAAAND...for posterity's sake: that one time I skipped FHE to take a pole "fitness" class, just because this is our #YEAROFDOING and, well, why not. Here's to more sponteneity in all of our lives!
PS. I just finished listening to all of THIS last week, and if anyone wants to talk to me about Mirror Touch Synesthesia or about how blind people use echolocation, I'm riiiiight here!
Well...I've still been writing. I'm always writing. But honestly, I just forget to share it with the invisible people of the internet in the same way that I forget to water my plants. Out of sight, out of mind, you know? So, for my three #1 fans out there, here you go - a deep and piercing insight into the transparent reality of being an almost-25-year-old YSA outside of Utah, in the throes of a quarter-life crisis, and how to deal with it in a mature, grown-up way.*
(*eating cookies for dinner every night and living in denial)
Look! Look at how I'm distracting myself from my paralyzing indecision about the future!!!
Look at all the fun we're having!!!
Liiiiiiike:
That one time O-Baby came to town and we ate tacos and took a picture together that looks like I'm announcing my pregnancy to the world. Taco bout a food baby.
Look! Look at how I'm distracting myself from my paralyzing indecision about the future!!!
Look at all the fun we're having!!!
Liiiiiiike:
That one time O-Baby came to town and we ate tacos and took a picture together that looks like I'm announcing my pregnancy to the world. Taco bout a food baby.
That one time I took a sick day for the first time in a year and a half and oh, oh, here I am, five weeks later, still sick, because I would rather spend 2 hours getting a haircut than coughing at the Urgent Care.
That one time I went to Utah for the weekend so we could go to brunch and someone could divulge that she is getting married!!!!
That one time Em and I went to the Oquirrh Mountain temple and I forgot my recommend but they still let me go all the way inside. (Because it was Valentine's Day and they could tell I was righteous.)
That one time we painted ceramics together and it snowed for seriously only 10 minutes the entire weekend.
That one time we went out for Indian food, except I only ordered tomato soup because I wasn't hungry, and it was all very silly and inexcusable on my part. But at least I got to sit by my favorite sleepover buddy. (XO)
And The Squad was reunited.
That one time I dragged bae to the Renaissance Festival with me so we could hold the geese and be kissed by well-dressed carnies and and listen to the men in kilts playing the bagpipes, and then watch a beautiful bald man in tight velvet leggings (who, no, was NOT Brandon...) crack his fire whips.
That one time we went to a jousting match and it was so wonderfully overly-dramatic, and they gave Nicole and Me a really old knight who ultimately lost the sword fight that inevitably ensued, but who had the best hat.
That one time we went to a restaurant and the restaurant just gave us free pancakes for lunch.
That one time I found out that the six-year old boys at school talk about me on the playground and conspire to give me jewels.
That one time I spent a lovely Saturday with this Cutie Face (je l'adore!!), eating the best waffles in all the land, and then tried (and succeeded) to not get sunburned at the Spring Training baseball.
AAAAAAAND...for posterity's sake: that one time I skipped FHE to take a pole "fitness" class, just because this is our #YEAROFDOING and, well, why not. Here's to more sponteneity in all of our lives!
PS. I just finished listening to all of THIS last week, and if anyone wants to talk to me about Mirror Touch Synesthesia or about how blind people use echolocation, I'm riiiiight here!
That is so adorable that those little boys wanted to give you a jewel they found! How can you not love that? ; )
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