Lately.

I haven't written in a MINUTE. My life has been crazy. I feel like reflecting this morning instead of writing about my embarrassing moments. I have been really into soaking up life lately. Living it up in my twenties. Experiencing a new city and the people in it. I have been reading blogs that I can relate to. The ones that are telling me it is okay to go nuts on the weekends and have those rookie mistakes and that it is okay not to have everything together because I am only 22. They have been making me feel a lot better. They make me feel great about making a decision and running with it. Everyone who is my age should be doing it. Here are some of my favorite excerpts:

"But your twenties aren’t exactly real life yet. Your employer finds it hilarious/expects you to be hungover most days. They always lament how they, “miss those days” of care free sex and rampant horrible behavior. If you have a job at all, people tell other people that, “Drew’s doing great.” You still wear halloween costumes with reckless abandon. You’re not quite ready to let go yet. And that’s the way it should be. Live out the glory days." -Rocket-Shoes


"Be really attractive. Your acne is gone, your face has matured without having wrinkles and everything on your body is lifted naturally. Eat bagels seven days a week, binge-drink and do drugs: you’ll still look like a babe. When you turn thirty, it’ll become a different story but that’s, like, not for a really long time."

"Move into an apartment on the corner of Overpriced and Dangerous. Sleep on a bare mattress with an Ikea comforter. Your mother talks to you about buying a top sheet and a duvet cover but feel like you’re not mature enough to own something called “duvet."-Ryan O'Connell of Thought Catalogue


Have a day of randomness. It always feels good. Not everything needs to be planned out. The days that are my favorite are the ones where I do not know what I will do, but whatever it is I know I am always having an adventure.

Did You Have a Nice Trip? See You Next Fall!!

I hate that joke.

It was a good day for a jog. My friend Jamie and I decided to go for one. (Jamie is ALWAYS there when I have a moment like this. Thank goodness she is in China for the next two years because every time I am with her something happens like this). We were running around campus, only a 1.5 mile loop, nothing serious. We turned the corner onto College Ave. This is the stereotypical college street where everyone is walking or catching their bus on. We were getting towards the front of College Ave Gym which also serves as the main College Ave bus stop. There are about 7 buses which stop here to unload and reload. As we were passing this area a really crowded bus had stopped to let all of the riders off. I was not looking down and the sidewalk was a bit uneven. All of a sudden I was flying through the air and then I slammed on the ground. I fell straight to the ground and laid there for at least a minute to figure out what had happened and how it happened so fast. When I realized where I was and what had happened I realized that people had been getting off the bus to see me tripping and falling straight to the ground. I was mortified. BUSES WERE UNLOADING and I was lying there covered in gravel. Jamie was hysterical laughing at me. When I got up I realized my knee was bleeding. I was a hot mess and everyone was watching me.

Code Red.

So I had just gotten out of class at good ol' RU. It just so happened to be one of the middle of the day classes so you would have to rush to the bus stop to try to squeeze onto a bus like a sardine. You also have to strategically place yourself on the sidewalk to try to be right in front of the door when it opened. It takes a few semesters, but by junior year....you are usually an expert at getting a spot on the bus. So there I was, standing, strategically placed on the sidewalk, talking on my cell phone to a friend. I saw my bus coming in the distance. I held my ground. No one was getting in front of me. I was so close to the edge of the sidewalk that if I had taken two steps forward I may have been run over mean girls style. The bus slowed right in front of me and I heard a loud POP. About a second later I felt all wet. It was a sunny day and there was no way I could have gotten so wet so fast. There were no hoses or sprinklers around. I looked down and I was covered in a red sticky substance. What the hell? It smelled really sweet. I looked down and saw a Mountain Dew Code Red bottle right under the tire of the bus. The bus had ran over a bottle of Code Red and it had exploded ALL OVER me.

The doors to the bus suddenly opened right in front of me, just as I had planned. Standing on the other side of the door was a close friend of mine staring at me and wondering why I was covered in red. I climbed the stairs of the bus and told him what had happened and I was laughed at the whole way back. I went through the rest of the day and my 3 classes smelling sweet and feeling sticky. It was the worst.