A Beautiful Life.
Finals feel like a constant battle between my head and my heart. Sometimes my brain says, "study hard, finish strong, you've worked too hard all semester to give it up now" and other times my brain is like, "nah, imma watch Netflix, eat food, and play with my friends because you only college once."
My heart, on the other hand, is more consistent. It wants to be free from school. It has loved this semester, but it is ready to move on to the bigger and better things that await. It longs for summer -- bucket lists, advanced friendships, checking books off of my reading list, and all of that jazz.
Buuuuut maybe my heart isn't quite so sure after all. My heart can sense the bittersweet of the end of the semester. So for the sake of my mushy heart, a list (yes, another list) of things that my heart will miss about this semester once it is dead and gone.
1. Our open-door policy. The word has spread like wildfire and everyone in the ward knows that our front door is almost always open. All you have to do is knock and enter (but remember to push really hard because it's stubborn). We also always have some sort of treat.
2. Our 'dancing in the kitchen' Spotify playlist. Especially all the times we have jammed hard core with the blinds WIDE open.
3. Our nickname as the Holy Trinity.
4. Our random initiation traditions for people to be accepted into our friend group. Like the time we convinced someone we needed a resume that included a picture of them doing something inordinately fun, a friend they could invite, and a song they would add to our party playlist. Or the time we forcibly encouraged people to get into our car. Or the many times we have blasted the Parallel Universe version of 'A Child's Prayer' in the car and expected any friends of ours to join in.
5. Our post-date recaps and other random demonstrations.
8. Our community lotion.
9. Our snapchat repeats -- most noticeably "come at me peasants" and "bless you my child."
10. Our parties and their ability to morph from a small gathering to a full blown mom-blogger soiree
11. Our potentially annoying habit of making up songs about anything and everything that's going on.
12. Our decision making processes -- pro/con lists, flipping quarters, agonizing, and eventually drawing from a bowl or picking a hand.
13. Our wing woman successes and mishaps.
14. Our multiple group messages -- #pinningwithpaultherealhustler, The Beard Fund, Chatham Towne Heathens, The Holy Trinity...you get the idea.
15. Our spots in the car. Our spots at the table. Our spots at church. Our spots.
16. Our dramatic vent sessions, followed by rational conversations and deep insights.
15. Our hours and hours and hours and hours of laughter (due mostly to our ability to find the humor in situations).
As Always,
Alesha
p.s. and lest we forget the quote fridge, the quote fridge.
My heart, on the other hand, is more consistent. It wants to be free from school. It has loved this semester, but it is ready to move on to the bigger and better things that await. It longs for summer -- bucket lists, advanced friendships, checking books off of my reading list, and all of that jazz.
Buuuuut maybe my heart isn't quite so sure after all. My heart can sense the bittersweet of the end of the semester. So for the sake of my mushy heart, a list (yes, another list) of things that my heart will miss about this semester once it is dead and gone.
1. Our open-door policy. The word has spread like wildfire and everyone in the ward knows that our front door is almost always open. All you have to do is knock and enter (but remember to push really hard because it's stubborn). We also always have some sort of treat.
2. Our 'dancing in the kitchen' Spotify playlist. Especially all the times we have jammed hard core with the blinds WIDE open.
3. Our nickname as the Holy Trinity.
4. Our random initiation traditions for people to be accepted into our friend group. Like the time we convinced someone we needed a resume that included a picture of them doing something inordinately fun, a friend they could invite, and a song they would add to our party playlist. Or the time we forcibly encouraged people to get into our car. Or the many times we have blasted the Parallel Universe version of 'A Child's Prayer' in the car and expected any friends of ours to join in.
5. Our post-date recaps and other random demonstrations.
6. Our late night (literal) runs to the Creamery/JDawgs/Taco Bell/In N' Out/Pizza/Elmer's (Stan's)/we eat out too much.
7. Our tendency to sound like we have rehearsed every line of the Gilmore Girls and endorse wit like it's water. Multiple people have informed us that we need to start our own reality TV show. We're seriously considering it.
9. Our snapchat repeats -- most noticeably "come at me peasants" and "bless you my child."
10. Our parties and their ability to morph from a small gathering to a full blown mom-blogger soiree
11. Our potentially annoying habit of making up songs about anything and everything that's going on.
12. Our decision making processes -- pro/con lists, flipping quarters, agonizing, and eventually drawing from a bowl or picking a hand.
13. Our wing woman successes and mishaps.
14. Our multiple group messages -- #pinningwithpaultherealhustler, The Beard Fund, Chatham Towne Heathens, The Holy Trinity...you get the idea.
15. Our spots in the car. Our spots at the table. Our spots at church. Our spots.
15. Our hours and hours and hours and hours of laughter (due mostly to our ability to find the humor in situations).
As Always,
Alesha
p.s. and lest we forget the quote fridge, the quote fridge.
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