Fresh.

As my friend Angela says when she's excited, BE STILL MY HEART! 

What a fresh and fantastic weekend I've had. 

This is pretty much exactly what my Friday looked like. 

It is so good to be back. Like, brand new socks-cozy blanket-french bulldog-hot chocolate-and-acoustic John Mayer-good. 

Classes started on Wednesday and my week ended Thursday because this girl doesn't have class or work on Friday. Lucky me, I know. 

I think since it's my last semester my friends and I will be more determined than ever to make plans and actually go through with them. Time is of the essence people. 

That being said, when Allie and I woke up Saturday we rounded up some of our fun friends we've been missing some quality conversation with, and had brunch at one of the tastiest little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, Big Blue Bagel. The restaurant is filled with weird, old paintings with the remaining decor of Auburn memorabilia from football and basketball season's passed. Oh, and all of their sandwiches are served on the bagel of your choice. 

One of my favorite's is the Tiger Melt; Chicken salad topped with melted Colby Jack cheese on top of what I choose to be a Honey Wheat bagel. Say it with me... Y U M. 

After putzing around town, Al and I decided to go to Ulta to get some nail polish (Cocktail Bling), which then led us to the bookstore, which led us to a small Christian bookstore. 

The two of us have been looking to get back into a routine, not just with school, but with our Faith as well. Leaving with a Bible and devotional in our hot little hands, we decided not to waste the BEAUTIFUL day and busted it over to Chewacla State Park for a little (long) hiking adventure. 

I can say this, without a shadow of a doubt, that Allie is one of those friends I don't really ever get sick of. Sure, we do things that bother each other, but it takes a LOT for me to need alone time from this one. She is one of those friends that is truly good for my soul, and her soul is one of the kindest I've met. Al has been blessed with the ability to have an explosive and charismatic personality, while managing to be one of the best listeners I've ever encountered. She is always hoping for the best, looking for the best in people and thinking of others. On paper you wouldn't necessarily peg us to be friends, but I am so thankful for that surprise. 

 

I feel like I say this in most of my posts lately, but every time my friends and I get together I learn something new about each of them. It's just astounding to me how much more I have to learn even after almost four years with most of them. Saturday night some of the boys cooked us dinner and I would have never guessed the conversation would have drifted to where it did, but it's amazing what you learn about people after a few beers. 

It's one of those weekends I'm going to keep close, and am really glad I'm documenting it now while it's fresh on my mind. It was just such a nice weekend and I very much felt that I was where I was supposed to be for the first time in a while. Don't you love those days? I sure do. 

Xx, 

Lo. 

Change.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I'm not a fan of change. Most people aren't, it's natural not to like it. But I didn't realize the severity of my dislike until I really thought about it last night.

When I was in middle school and high school, back when the CW was the WB, I liked to watch One Tree Hill. To this day it's still one of my favorite shows, and thanks to Netflix I am able to maintain my character attachments and pick up wherever I want to with them. And I mean attachment! When they laugh, I laugh. When they cry, you can bet I'm crying too (don't even get me started on my love/hate roller coaster of a relationship I have with Dan). I am that girl, and I'm not even afraid to admit that.

I've watched Seasons 1-8 at least twice in my life. Season 9, the final season of the series, was a half season and I have been able to get through all but the final two episodes for reasons that I am now able to admit are none other than the fact that I don't want it to end.

I think it's my way of attempting to take control of change. I can control when I decide to move on, not the other way around. I know it sounds so strange and probably pathetic (mostly because it is) but when I finally put it all together I was almost amused at just how badly I deal with it.

We all know the (literal) sob story about my move to college... and one might think that moving 700 miles away was really brave, and in retrospect it was, but I think it was my strange way of coping with the change. Almost as if I wanted to go so far away that I wouldn't notice that people and things that I knew and loved were changing.

So since it's a new year, filled with changes that I can't just pause and ignore and return to when I'm ready, I'm going to try and get better at this.

I've only got three more episodes left in Season 9...and I'm laughing as I say this, but I am honestly a little tight-chested about nearing the end.

But alas, it is time. Wish me luck ;)

-Lo.