magic number

Tonight I'm sleeping in my bed for one of the first times since May. I might have crashed in here once or twice between Boston and Los Angeles this summer, but for the most part I sleep on the couch at home because my room is so hot. My time at home has been limited since May of course because of Boston, and college.

My laptop battery is slowly dying because I forgot to lug the charger home with me. The reason I'm back at home on a Monday night is because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Head cold? Stomach flu? No, I broke my wrist tumbling down the stairs at my dorm while running to get frozen yogurt. True story.

I had a whole thing planned for what I wanted to say, but typing in a dysfunctional arm splint (thanks ASU Health Center) isn't working out as well as planned. Maybe I'll skip the deep stuff and just say that my roommate brought home flowers a few days ago in a really pretty vase. I decided the vase was the perfect home for a fish, and planned on buying one as soon as the flowers died. Well, today I took out the flowers & realized that the bowl is way too small for a fish, so I hung the flowers upside down to dry & filled the bowl with candy.

That has nothing to do with what I'm actually trying to say. What I want to say is that I've learned (the hard way, as usual) that age truly is just a number. You may be surprised at what someone older, or younger, is capable of. For instance, maturity is impossible to gauge due to age. A 27 year old "man" might be just as -or more- immature than an 18 year old boy. and that 18 year old college boy might have a lot more going for him than the 27 year old without a house, car, or a real job. That's just a theory though.

Overall, I have some really great friends and a really cute tiny puppy that likes to snuggle, so I don't need either of those hypothetical immature boys. And I'm going to have to say that as long as the doctor takes off this stupid splint and replaces it with a real cast tomorrow, my life is pretty much perfect.

cheers,

lauren

different names for the same thing

So basically I've fallen off the map for the past month. I've been swimming in sorority stuff- last weekend was our first weekend since August 13 that we didn't have recruitment practice/recruitment itself. Basically my brain has melted into a slush of peppy songs and firm handshakes. Fortunately, it was well worth it because our new member class is smokinnn.

As most people already know, Cayla and I are very similar. We say we're going to do things differently, but end up being exactly the same. Case in point: college. I swore I was going out of state and getting as far away from Arizona as possible. Obviously I didn't do that, and ended up at ASU. Is this the best place ever? No, it's 300 degrees everyday and a lot of the staff/faculty have no idea what they're doing, but it's not the worst place in the world. I swore I'd never join a sorority because I wasn't a "sorority girl". Obviously that didn't work out either.

So, as Cayla started her senior year of high school, she insisted that she wasn't even going to apply to in-state schools. She was going to Boston, Chicago, Hawaii. Well, as the year progresses, she's made the same realization that I did: we can't leave our mommy. So, ASU it is for little Cayla as well. And guess what, she can't wait to sign up for recruitment!

cheers,
lauren

Hipster Sighting

Today, while at school, I heard these hipster phrases:

"Oh my gosh, you've never heard of them!? That's like saying you've never heard of The Doors! Here, listen to Stairway to Heaven."

"You have Kings of Leon on your ipod? I have no respect for you anymore."

"I love Cake, this is like, my dad's theme song"

"Modest Mouse is my one true love!"

"Ben Gibbard didn't look like what I expected at all!"

Okay, I'm not going to lie, these all came from one girl in my math class over like a 5 minute period. She is a super hipster. Like slochy sweater, fedora, red lipstick hipster. Also, I'm not going to like that I had to sing the song Respect in my head to spell respect, also those 2 times too.

Fall is soon and today was the first day that I could wear jeans and not physically melt. So I did. I am breaking out all the Vampire Weekend and Death Cab for Cutie (hipster alert) for the cold weather. Also some Owl City, yayayayy!!!
AND We are going to Disneyland in 25ish days AND Baby Andrew's cd comes out in October, this year RULES!!! 

Cheers,
Cayla