Today I was at work all day and I decided to wear a pair of gym shorts I haven’t really seen since summer. I realized there was something in the pocket, I pulled it out and found a token that we use for our swim board at camp.
Now I can’t stop thinking about camp and one of my favorite campers ever.
I keep having flashbacks, memories, of all of the lies you told me. I know I said that we should give it another try, but now I am second guessing myself. I was listening to the radio earlier today when the familiar sound of the song Keasbey Nights came on, I really enjoy that song, and listening to Streetlight Manifesto in general (especially when I’m studying). I forced myself to turn off the radio, and a song I used to enjoy because all I could think about were the lies that you told me, the lies I don’t even know about. Was anything in our relationship real?
Three months of a relationship. Down the drain. Almost two years of being friends, and “besties for the resties”. The thing that sucks the most is that this time you didn’t even give me an opportunity to be a good, loving girlfriend. The entire time you were giving me 50%. The lengths that you went through to protect yourself from your lie of a life. It must be so stressful.
Why live such a stressful life for that long? Why not fall in love, be happy, be loyal, be just, be ethical , be the you that I fell in love with summer 2012, be faithful and be true. I have faith that you can do it, if not for me but for whoever you may end up with in the future.
I really would love to know why in the end you chose me and not her. I’m worth it now, but I wasn’t worth it for the past three months?
People think I’m crazy, being with you right now after all you put me through. “How will you ever trust him again?” or “Could you really look him in the eye knowing he’s been with another girl?”, two statements that I hear frequently. I don’t think I’ve ever been this stupid in my whole life. But I know if I didn’t give it another shot I would have lived with that regret the rest of my life. I don’t know how things are going to end up, or if you are going to stay loyal to me. But at least I gave it a shot, and I’m going to put in 100% if you do the same.
I’m pretty sure that Katniss Everdeen is my spirit animal. I just saw the new Hunger Games movie on Friday with Robbie and OMG it was the most amazing thing of my life. I wanted to cry throughout the whole movie because everything was so emotional for me that day.
I love it.
I literally will not be able to handle when Finnick dies in the next movie. He’s such a great character.
Happy Birthday you badass betch!!!
This blog was started for the sole purpose of remembering things that happened to me in college. I guess I wanted to be able to look back at the memories when I’m older one day and remember all of the fun times I had. I NEED to start consistently writing about my weekends.
Yesterday was pretty basic. I didn’t have to work and Tara and I wanted to “drown ourselves in wine”. We went to Kroghetto and got some wine (pink of course), and ingredients to make homemade spaghetti and meatballs. OMG it was the best thing ever. Mason came over and joined us, and later Dave and KT stopped by for a few drinks.
I had a super fun time and was home and in bed by 11, I cannot complain at all.
One of my favorite tweets from last night was “oh oj #thebloodofchrist #cocaineandchampagne” I love getting drunk and doing stupid things with Tara, it’s literally the best #SOULSISTA #GLITTERTWIN
I was really really sad when my best friend Nina told me she was going to St. Louis this weekend to visit Mary and Foreign Friend Rauel (sp?). We were hanging out and then she was about to leave and we had the best “best friend hug” ever. The more I write this the more I realize why my parents think we are lesbians. The direct quote from my dad was “I can’t have a lesbian daughter-in-law named Nina (my last name *which rhymes with Nina* )”.
I told Nina I was going to take a picture of her in case she decided to run away to St. Louis and we needed to file a missing person’s report. Human Sex Trafficking is a REAL thing.
Have Fun in St. Louis, you classy betch. Love you!
I literally just remembered this (8 months later) and I wanted to write it down so I never forget about it. I don’t know what was going on with me at the time, or why I was so emotional but I cried on my 21st birthday at the local bar, HAPPY TEARS! JoDi came to surprise me for my birthday and I didn’t think she was coming so when she walked in I teared up/cried. I love you jods!!!!
And this is why I have the best friends in the entire world.
I got super annoyed this morning when I was in the car and the song “Lucky” by Colbie Caillat and Jason Mraz came on. First of all, that is one of my least favorite songs of all time. Second, I really dislike Jason Mraz he’s just never really impressed me his songs are so sappy I could die. Finally, isn’t the person you fall in love with supposed to be or become your best friend, love of your life? I mean, I guess I’m just assuming that. But literally, if I had to spend the rest of my life with someone I would definitely want to be that person’s best friend (just so I could apologize to them for having to deal with me for 50+ years).
I may not be able to explain what love is, or how we got here ’cause it was the worst experience of my life, a roller coaster ride this summer, I literally hated myself. But, I am happy and I get to talk to my “best friend” AKA my boyfriend every day! I get to see him and spend time with him and his family. He takes time to ask about the little things like how my day went and it’s just amazing right now.
I’ve never felt more loved.
This is it, the week before Thanksgiving break of my LAST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE! #glittercannon
I can’t believe how fast these four years have gone by. Nina, Tara and I always sit around and talk about different memories from freshman year. One time I made out with this guy with gold teeth at a really ghetto bar and I saw him the next day at IHOP.
Here’s a real gem from sophomore year, when I lived in Manor House. Nina and I had a Saturday morning class at 8:00 am (welcome to hell) and we got a really bad ice storm in Cincinnati. Literally every surface was covered in ice and we decided we needed a Subway Pizza. So we walk up this huge hill to Gallagher and ended up falling several times, flat on our asses. The good news was that class was cancelled that day anyway. (this may or may not have been the same night where we tried to mix hot chocolate/coffee with vanilla flavored vodka…. BAD MISTAKE!)
Oh my god we were dumb sophomores….. We also went camping with a friend Jamal and all of his friends from Saudi Arabia and NONE of them spoke english. They wouldn’t let Nina and I cook the food. It was an all around strange situation. But, we got to watch the stars and do best friend things so I’ll always remember that trip with semi-good vibes.
Junior year is when things got crazy and the gang inhabited the “Halfway House”. That house held some crazy good memories, and had a couple cases of disorderly house ( a couple arrests–oops). We would have fun drunk dancing playlists made by none other than Nina Bean. I moved into the Commons with roommates I didn’t even know! We had kickass neighbor Dave, and KT (duh!). Nina and JoDi had their rooms upstairs so that was the bomb.com, we got to hang out all the time. I think I slept at this house more than I did the commons. We can’t forget about the night where Tara stepped in glass and there was a bloody massacre all over the floor. OMG how could I forget the one time we went to Megan’s party in our pajamas and got hammered, and then enjoyed a feast where Tara puked up all of Mason’s last can of ravioli.
Now it’s senior year, and we have to see what else is in store. It’s been an amazing few months so far!
So this is how I get through my final weeks as a college student. Blogging about my college experiences and misssing the shit out of them.
Honestly, Mansbee 