Laugh til you're happy

It's fun

When your new friends come over for an afternoon of messy painting in your leftover college living room and making icy mojitos in the hazy heat of mid-July.

It's fun

When your best girlfriends get together on a Sunday evening to dress up in maxi fabrics and talk the night away over the city under lightning skies. 

It's fun

When your boy gets off work and comes straight over with puppy in tow to out-talk the stars until you fall asleep on his white cotton stomach. 

It's fun 

When you have no idea where your life is going or how you're going to survive on these no-experience paychecks, but for some reason no Thought Catalog article, no late night texts with best friends, no long hot showers with expensive designer shampoo you cant afford but the bottles would look so pretty in your bathroom can figure out, you decide you like.

Whether it be for my understanding mother, my unconditionally loving dad or my loyal little brothers, somehow I'm making it work. And for some reason, it's fun. 

Legs up, hair up

Recycling stale American flag-shaped pretzels as ice cream topping and doodling on my knee in blue pen in true preparation for Mistresses in 11 minutes.  Obsessed with the gorgeous white dress the Dez is wearing on the Bachelorette and pretending I'm wearing it instead of this purple cotton sheath. As if my hair isn't matted into dreadlocks right now from a day running around in the sun like a muddy dog. Work tomorrow for a delayed Monday on a Tuesday like I have anything to complain about at all. And as for commercials........... I'll be polishing my nails apartment search for a new downtown spot because OMG LIFE JUST KEEPS HAPPENING

"You should be kissed, and often. And by someone who knows how."

He makes me laugh harder. Smile happier. Hold closer. Love bigger. Hug warmer. Be better. Live lighter. He's like no one I've ever met and he's become my whole heart.

Saturdays by Summer

Lounging on the couch at C's watching Mistresses and drinking ice water out of oversized coffee mugs.

Monday morning no longer exists as far as we're concerned.

Oh and here's our new business idea because along with music videographers and wine tasters, we're also entrepreneurs.  We're so recent-graduate.

9-5 update

Life's been good. Mornings start early with mama's ice tea and a bagel and a peach and a handful of blueberries (I like breakfast) and the highway to work is sunny and fast. 95.3 FM, you are a breath of fresh air. The days are busy, but rewarding, and never the same. The only constants are the barbie-shoe blisters that I'm learning to endure as a result of wearing all the cute shoes from 9-5 every day. Evenings I get to spend doing pretty much whatever I want, which basically has been any excuse to be barefoot with my hair up. See: ice cream, gelato, frozen yogurt, etc. (depends on the day.) I still have my place in Chapel Hill, which no one really lives in anymore, except for the rare nights that feel like the perfect kind to dress up like hipsters. TRIVIA. My best friend is home. The other I've seemed to have lost somewhere along the way. One little brother's in Singapore and the other keeps me laughing from the second I walk in the door after work to the time we both pass out on the living room floor watching Game of Thrones, usually around midnight. E is in Europe for the month but I still get to see his puppy face every day on my home screen wallpaper (I'M SMILING RIGHT NOW hahahah ahhhh) and when he gets wifi, the whole world gets put on hold for a bit.      

I'm going to get on with my Friday so I can get down with it tonight! At the Superman movie with my brown shorty and his recent boy interest. But I've been told I'm not third wheeling because we're both blonde and will look hot on either side of him. BOYS! 

A prayer

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.

Amen.

Most likely to go wherever the wind takes her

I don't understand the present right now. I like it. But I don't understand it. WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE. WHAT AM I DOING. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. That's vague. It's unsettling. Basically I can't handle the anticipation of right now I'm just another college senior enduring the month of April. What do I do about it? Lock myself inside hours of music and just do one thing at a time.  Sound and patience. Two things I do understand.  They don't give me answers, but they must be good for something because I'm still here. Still working for it. My senior superlative was "most likely to go wherever the wind takes her." So yea, that.