A whole new world

So here's the post I could never quite imagine myself writing. The college life. Well surprisingly (or not?), college has been everything the  movies have portrayed it to be. I've already found my "group," scoped out the professor and teaching assistants, and all the other whatnots of a college lifestyle. I know which times are best to eat at the (only!) dining hall to avoid the peak rush, where the best rooms to study in, and the shortest distant to class. And boy, I have loved every minute of college. I actually expected to miss home, my friends, and my parents, but I have just been way too busy to even think about being homesick. I barely had time to check my blogs, let along write a post. It's 2 am and I have class tomorrow...the things I sacrifice for y'all <--I've been saying y'all recently... ;).

Homework. More like reading; it has flooded my brain with ideologies of Plato, Socrates, Pierre Nora, and all other sorts of "notable" figures. I want to claw my eyes out every time I think about the foreboding 200 page assignment in The Republic due soon. So I'm just not going to think about it.

What about the social aspect you ask? I actually haven't been to any...you know...parties just yet. The great friends I have made just have fun on our own, with or without alcohol. And honestly, I like things just the way they are. I'm not writing anything off, but things don't look like they're about to change. Speaking of epic nights, living without my parents have changed everything. I've wandered through the streets of DC at 12:00 am, I've stayed up all night and early morning talking with special people (5:30 am? That's my first all nighter), and I'm never winding down. Sure, it's a bit exhausting, but you can only live once. C'est la vie!

White House @ 12:00 AM

One day I'm going to post the negative aspects of my school, and I'll rant about everything like this rambler used to do, but so far I'm happy just the way I am.

Dead Fish

There is of course no one I miss more than more dog, and because we obviously can't have dogs in the dorm my roomate and I thought it would be cute to get a fish! So last friday we went and got a betta fish at the pet store! His name was Enrique, and he was so cute!
Until he died on Monday. Yes three days later! So the pet store gave us another fish for free Monday afternoon and we named him Lobster Ravioli!
Tuesday morning?
Dead.
So that was an awkward weekend. We discovered now that what killed them was probably the water we used.
We miss them..and what am I going to do with all this damn fish food?

-B

Kappa Kappa Gamma!

After two long weeks of rushing, finally in a sorioty!
Kappa Kappa Gamma!
So excited! Go Blue and Blue! Our first event is next friday, it's called Kappa Cabana (cute right?). Oh yea and we need a date for it....see how that one goes!

-B

Welcome to college

My side

My view from outside my wall

Georgetown Cupcake Buffet!

Hello peeps! It's been a few days, but I'm finally acclimated to college life! It's still strange that I'm out at 1 in the morning standing in line for free burgers, but it's true. I just wanted to give an update, but my schedule is still jam packed with orientation events and parties (non-alcoholic! I swear!). Once classes start and things settle down, I'll give you the dl. 

Gtown 2015

Nothing like an earthquake and a hurricane to welcome the class of 2015. Just sayin'. Move in day has finally arrived!

Packing

I have approximately six more days left, and packing has been assumed in a frantic frenzy. My guest room has been turned into a FEMA disaster zone, and I better not even bring up the mess in my bedroom.

 One thing my dorm is lacking though (not a bathroom...Holla!) is a dresser. So I bought storage bins as a makeshift drawer to place under my bed. I think that's the key to a college dorm room. STORAGE. Bring extra bins, even if you don't think you'll need it...because one day you will. Especially in a room that is 198 square feet.

Cocks

Before coming to South Carolina I though "Cocks" was the stupidest mascot in the world. But I've grown to LOVE it, look how cute Cocky is! Awww!


Anyway, college has been awesome so far. Day two of classes, and already two of mine have been canceled so I'm just chillin. Round two of Rush tonight and probably some laundry!

-B
Go Cocks!

Room 800

So almost completely moved in to the dorm, and tonight's my first night sleeping here. It's amazing and scary at all the same time. Everyone is super sweet but it's very overwhelming, and I'm still really worried about Rush starting Sunday. Everyone else seems so comfortable already so trying to act normal. On the plus side our dorm is the biggest on the floor!
Here's me chilling at my desk:

More to come!
-B



P.S-Apparently South Tower (my dorm) has theme floors. Our floor is "SoTo girls are sweet" and there are pictures of cupcakes literally everywhere, lol cute?

The time has finally arrived for our parting. After 5 years of constant bickering and bantering, we will no longer be just a ten minute drive from each other. B is leaving for South Carolina tomorrow, which will be a good 9 hours away...too far to hop on over after school. It's sad to think about, but at the same time we'll still be together. With skype and facebook, nothing will change that much...just no more chats outside Starbucks gossiping about boys and scandals. 

Here's an interesting fact. B did not like me when we first met. I transferred from a different middle school, and she...well she was a bitch. She continued to be rude and sassy, until I...what did I do again? Something about PE class, and timing her run. True fact. She's a sassy one to new people. Good thing I'm so friendly ;)

2008 Spring break to Italy. Glad we learned about appearances in high school.

The Excellent Timing That is My Life

I leave for USC this Friday at 5 in the morning. THIS FRIDAY. What the heck.
Amongst disturbing amounts of packing and seeing some friends for likely the last time, my life has turned into a very obnoxious soap opera.
I got into a fender bender a few days ago, bye bye $1000 dollars. Did I mention money doesn't pop out of my ass?
I cannot even begin to get into the guy drama. Because I'm still wondering what the heck is going on.
Save me!

-B

Bonjour mes amies!

I know you haven't heard from me in a while, because I'm doing this all the time.

While secretly I am loathing our customers and being pathetic in my mind. 

Why you give me no tip??

Oh and we say hello, and goodbye as J & B embark on our last week together :(

New Adventures of Old Teens

So today, we decided to be adventurous and try new things. First on our list:
Make a Starbucks Coconut Mocha Frappicino. ...checkish...
Sure, we eyeballed the ingredients, and possibly burned the coconut while we were "toasting" them in the toaster oven. B was mocking the toaster oven the entire time, but hello! It's called a toaster oven. For toasting! We also didn't have the whip cream to top it all off...but it was still a half success (according to my sister though, it looked "like barf").

Watch Big Brother? Check for me. Who knew this show was so strategy orientated instead of the showmances on Real World?! I was born to be on that show!

Our next adventure? Looking for a thrifty, authentic place to eat. And the local Panera didn't cut it. We almost stopped at a BBQ stand in the middle of a parking lot (Sketchy) but the prices scared us away. Do you know what didn't scare us away? A taco bar, located in a beer convenience store, located in a gas station!

YAY for grungy, authentic Mexican food! Surprisingly the food was very good for the price we paid (2.69 for a taco? Hell yes.) We'll definitely be back...during our school breaks together.

And to top off our adventures, we got 7-Eleven slushies. It was obviously a crazy day. I know you agree.

 J & B

Correction: My Dog is my Only Friend

Just a short follow up to the dog blog (lol).

This is how much I love my dog:

My friend bought it for me at beach week!
Of course I can never use this!
;)







B

Girl's Best Friend

How are we going to leave behind such beautiful puppies? 

Say hello to Charlie the superhero. You'll be seeing a lot more of him.

This Bella here already looks like a southern belle. 

More importantly, how will they leave us? I can only speak for Charlie, but his favorite place in the entire house is my bed. That giant bastard will even sleep on it when I'm not home. But I know he secretly loved cuddling with me...even though he would crush me in the process. A 75 pound dog doesn't bode too well for a 105 pound girl. But his adorable puppy face is too sad to look at when I leave...let alone imagine what it will look like when he figures out that I'm not coming back. 

J

Table for One

At the beach with the fam this week. We went out to dinner last night at this beautiful restaurant. As we get situated I notice a woman in the table next to us sit down. The hostess takes the other place setting away and I realize, she's eating alone. First I think my god this poor like 60 year old woman must be so sad all alone. But she couldn't seem happier. Even stranger she had no novel to read, laptop to play with or cell phone to pretend to use.
           
That got me thinking about college. When you really think about we are probably going to be eating alone a lot. I mean we all have different class schedules and different activities. If I want to grab a bite between classes do I stroll over to the nearest campus eatery and just..eat? I’ve done my fair share of “reading” or working on my computer at Starbucks or a library but that seems different.

What’s nerve racking as an incoming freshman I don’t even know who the heck I would 'hit up' to have lunch with. They say your first two months of college are the worst socially. I don’t know why this surprises me. I guess I assumed (or hoped to god) that people would just come up to me and start chatting, and hopefully these mysterious ‘people’ would all be really hot guys.

What’s better? Eating alone? Or pulling an awkward: “Hey I’m Beverly! Is anyone sitting here?” Too which I'm sure I will get an icy stare and a dismissing laugh.
I guess we'll figure that out, here’s hoping college is nothing like Mean Girls *fingers crossed*.

-B
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Froyo Fenzy

Froyo Frenzy...or lack thereof.

The only real "work" I've been doing this summer is my cashier job at my local self-serve frozen yogurt store. Nothing gets better than being paid to eat unlimited amounts of froyo and toppings. Oh wait, it does. Since no one really comes  in the store in the morning, I can spend my time eating and reading. Seriously, this is my job.  Be jealous.

I have two flavor combinations. A fruity kind, consisting of Pomegranate Tart, mochi, NY cheescake, and strawberries.

But when I'm feeling particularly naughty, I go for birthday cake, hot fudge, peanut butter sauce, and NY cheesecake.

YUM. 

J

Nail Swirles

Just spending the morning with B over here, and we decided to venture into the nail art business. A drop of polish in a bowl can go a long way. We're trying to be frugal and cosmopolitan.

It seemed like a good idea at the time....but by the look of B's nails, I don't think is was successful.  Glad we wasted two bottles of nail polish. 

Summer is flying by, and we can count the weeks left on our hands. So what better time than now to experiment new things? Throw on some shape ups and hike up a mountain or crack open Paula Dean's cook book!

P.S. Finished school shopping yesterday. Who knew how many different varieties of comforters and pillows there were?

J

Love, Lattes, and Lunatics

Anyone who knows me knows Starbucks is like my second home. So much so that the people that work there know my order ("Yes I'll have the usual" sounds very posh doesn't it?).

A few weeks ago I started flirting with this maybe 21-22 year old cutie that worked there, and after chatting awhile my friend as a joke gave him my number. Assuming that he would just laugh it off, or be like "hey what's up?" like any normal human being i get quite the opposite.
A week later I get this text saying he has a "couple of things he needs to explain and apologize for" to which i naturally respond "ok what are they?" Of course i get no response. Dismissing the whole situation I visit Starbucks a few times after that, we see each other and he doesn’t attempt to drug my coffee so assume all is dandy.

Until i get the most ridiculous text on earth today:
"It's not you. I'm a colossal fuck-up about all things emotional. I push people away whenever there's a chance they could get close, or if i can't avoid them, I construct a story for them. You must have been hurt waiting for a response. I can't make that better and I'm immensely ashamed of my actions. I'm sorry. I'm probably the last person on earth you want to hear from, but you deserve at least that much by way of explanation; nothing in this was your fault. Rather, it was the fault of my own personal damage, or deep flaws, if damage connotes some external event."

No, I’m not kidding.
I'm sorry, but WHAT THE HELL? Now I'm just sitting here thinking three things:
1. I've talked to this dude maybe 6 times…
2. Who uses a semi-colon in a text?
3. I can never go to that Starbucks again!

All i can say is cannot wait for move in on August 13th and those college boys!
-B

A musing from J

While B is out there in the pouring rain enjoying DC with her future roommate, I'm at home thinking about the next few years, and the beginning of our lives.  Most people will eventually have to deal with this thought, but for me, it's now.

I am leaving home permanently. Ok granted, I'll be back for holidays and summers, but unless I am an utter failure at life, I probably won't be living back at home. No more comforting words from my mother, annoying lectures from my father, summer shows with my sister, and cute cuddles from my dog.

Hopefully i'll create a new family at school, but until then, I can only miss the one I have.

Hey There

On June 1st 2011, two 17 year old girls graduated high school. These two girls (obviously us) stared at the blank summer ahead, and the foreboding fear of college in the fall.

Ok scratch that. My name is J and B and I have been friends since 7th grade. Those were dark days, when B hated my guts for my immense beauty [That's a lie.] And being awkward was a way of life. These days we've grown a bit, finally pased 5 feet, started our period, dated boys (HA), and taken disturbing amounts of AP classes all to be shoved into the real world "prepared." By whose defination neither of us are sure. I'm going to Georgetown University in Washington, D.C only an hour away. And I'm to the deep south, 8 hours away at the University of South Carolina. Although completely different schools we are bound to encounter the same things, horny freshman boys, ridculous amounts of  reading, and cafeteria food we're sure to get tired of in a few weeks. In addition to all that, let us not forget we are basically starting fresh. All the friends we made in high school? We'll lose touch with all but four of them. So as we fake our way through making friends, possibly crazy roomates and redbull becoming a main food group, we tell our story.