where i got it: blazer & belt-forever 21 // shirt-downeast basics // pants-gap // shoes-nordstrom
Current Happenings-Dental applications opened for Josh. Which means I've had the equivalent of an over-emotional five-year-old on my hands this past week. Love that guy, but when he's stressed, he's stressed like there's no tomorrow. Staying up into the wee hours of the night working on... "dexterity skills" and "extracurricular activities". There was lots of, "Should I put the trumpet on there? I haven't played since I was in marching band in high school." "Wait. You were in marching band? Oh my gosh. Why did you never tell me this?" Followed by, "Ooookay! I'll just put this together on my own. And yes, I will put playing the trumpet down."
Oh, and have I mentioned it'll cost $2,400 to apply to 15 schools which really isn't a lot of places to apply. And that doesn't count plane tickets, hotels, and rental cars for interviews. Moral of the story. Josh and Lauren=broke. I'm banking on Florida though, stars please please please align so we can go to LECOM, where the beaches and water look like Mexico.
-There was this one time I was cutting my nails at our kitchen table, because it stiiiiinks clipping those over a trash can when there was a knock on our door. Thinking it was someone trying to sell us cable or something I left the little pile there. But no. It was a group of people from church that all squeezed their way into the messy apartment, and sat down at our table. I awkwardly watched as each of them noticed my pile of nail clippings. Which they all stared at for a very long period of time.
-I have an infinite love for Zumba, but this semester I've been so busy with school it's hard finding a time to go when my favorite instructors are teaching. But last Tuesday I finished my homework, rounded up my married girlfriends and we went to my favorite instructor's class. Only she wasn't teaching. Instead it was the university sponsored zumbathon, which only happens once a semester. I didn't even notice until they turned off the lights and brought the disco ball down. Then cue strobe lights. Oh my goodness, I thought I'd seizure right there on the dance floor. Zumba should never ever be paired with strobe lights.
-I always imagined registering for my last semester of undergrad would be the best two minutes of my life. I mean, I waited 3 and a half years to finally get the first pick. But noooo! The day I've waited for since my first semester when I ended up with 10 credits I'd never need, is the one time there's a "glitch" on my account, not letting me register. Don't worry though, I got it all worked out, I'm just still a little traumatized.