Oh, hey everyone!
Hope that you are having a great week.
Because let me tell you finals week for us has turned into "the week where the most awkward things that could ever happen, happen."
WARNING: Before you proceed, do so with caution, because besides pictures of two awesome roommates in the coziest sweaters ever, you will also be subjected to stories about a.) The Hunger Games b.) menstruation c.) general awkwardness
We have learned that we don't do well studying past midnight. Conversations like this happen:
L: (while writing a paper for Young Adult Literature) Ermahgerd, Amy! You know how the chick who wrote Twilight re-wrote the first book in the perspective of Edward?! Suzanne Collins needs to do that for the Hunger Games! I WANT MORE PEETA!
A: Oh my gosh, you are genius! She could split it between Peeta and Gail! That would be AH-MAZING!
L: We are so smart.
(5 seconds later)
L: Shoot. I forgot what I was going to type. This is why I never get work done.
Amy, here. I had an awkward-yet-hilarious lady moment while Laura and I headed to our room for the night. We had just walked into the stairwell when I made an observation concerning my Aunt Flo (sorry, gents, it's a girl thang). As soon I spoke, I felt this strange presence in the stairwell. Lo and behold, campus police came a-walkin' up the stairs, and felt the need to say hello with enthusiasm! Needless to say, as soon as I reached the door I ran all the way back to our room!*
*Laura's note: With me dying with laughter the whole way behind her!
Sweater - Thrifted
Jacket - Gabriel Brothers
Jeans - Forever 21
Shoes - Thrifted
As if Amy's announcement to our public safety wasn't bad enough, the same day I ended up dropping an entire plate of food on myself and SOMEONE ELSE. And not just any food mind you, it was pizza and milk - aka the worst smelling combo ever. My life.
We are so glad sometimes that no one has a glimpse into our dorm room. Because they would witness a lot of boot-ay shaking to Macklemore, freaking out over animal Youtube videos, wondering how in the world this could happen and being excessively giddy - especially when we talk to boys.
Gosh, finals need to be over so we can at least better hide our craziness.
Sweater - Yard-sale
Jeans, Flats - Hand-me-downs from friends
Laura + Amy
P.S. Amy's response after previewing this post: 'Oh gosh, there goes any hope of dating.'