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.