what happened here

I’ve never understood people that are busy—too busy to answer texts or that come away from weekends more tired than less. somewhere in the last six weeks I’ve started having a life [read: I can’t sleep as much as I want to] and suddenly…I get it. spoiler alert: having a life is not all it’s cracked up to be. friday at work I sat down and made a thorough list of everything I might want to accomplish this weekend. I think I got through about two percent of it. luckily I’m not at the maturity age level where things like that bother me. I just run around like a crazy person, not sleeping and trying to keep everyone fed and entertained {and I mean everyone}. it was a grand ol’ weekend anyway.



today I drove to church in my truck LIKE A BOSS. I pulled in, tried to back into a parking spot, and realized that I don’t really know how to park such a long, wide, beast of a vehicle. I swung too wide and then not wide enough and then I was up on a curb and then I was stuck. stuck. like I couldn’t pull forward or backwards because I somehow managed to wedge myself between two curbs. yep. my truck also happened to be blocking off the entrance to the parking lot, so I just sat there like a helpless fool {dying of shame} while a boy who couldn’t get in sat and laughed at me and some sweet, sympathetic lady tried to guide me. my face was flushed and I was burning up with embarrassment. and then boy-who-i-blocked told me I was a girl and therefore I have a handicapped exception. that was the cherry on top.


{jace and the cowboy checkin out the dusty engine}

I made eight dozen cupcakes yesterday. frosted, decorated and delivered them. {more on that later} I took some leftover, plain boring cupcakes to my neighbors across the street. they’re just some college boys, so I thought cupcakes would be a big-ish deal to them. like, “hey, we’re boys and we don’t make cupcakes, so thanks” kind of thing. wrong. they headed back into their kitchen and came out with a bag of oreo truffles that they’d made for me. they have no idea what they just started, but this means war.


early saturday morning I woke up because I just couldn’t get comfortable. I woke up and realized that the discomfort was that I couldn’t breathe. my throat was closing off and my whole body felt like there were microscopic scorpions clawing their way out. sometime in during the night I had some sort of allergic reaction to something. the good news is that I’m alive and [after a groggy, pajama wearin’ run to walmart] am fully re-stocked with life savin’ zyrtec.

I finished reading the fault in our stars by john green. and now I’m experiencing that sinking, empty feeling of ending a story—I still feel like I’m living in the book and that I’ve just lost contact with my good friends {who are actually fictional characters}


it rained this weekend. if I were a normal girl, I’d probably put a little heart thingy here. cuz I love me some rain.





here’s to having mondays off. I will either have a wildly productive day or I will finish another season of how I met your mother. it’s gonna be a toss up.

[title from skinny love—the beautifully haunting version by birdy]

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