serenbe (chattahoochee hills), ga.

Since my photography is not Facebook-worthy or professional and I usually take the same kinds of pictures over and over again, they will now be dumped here while I make the 30-hour drive back to the bubble of a community where I attend college. So... Enjoy.

the biebs.

If I hadn't sworn off those of the male persuasion who would choose to woo me with song, I would totally fall for any guy who sang this to me.

Just sayin'. And yeah, it's Justin Bieber. Judge me.

sing it, aretha.

Some friends will love you. Some friends will not. I had an experience with a "friend" a few years ago. We were hanging out late at night and his plans were to hang out with some of his buddies and bring me along. They weren't really doing something that was in accordance with my beliefs. And said "friend" spent most of his time doing this something instead of spending time with me. Maybe I was selfish. But the lesson I learned is that if he were truly my friend, he would respect my beliefs and would be okay with maybe taking a break from this thing for a night. Respect, people. The good old r-e-s-p-e-c-t. If someone loves you, he or she will respect you. 'Nuff said.

in which i discover that i need a life.

Man, oh, man. Oh, man. (This post has nothing to do with men so if that's what you're looking for... Sorry.) Remember when I came into my room to try and pack for my upcoming cross-country drive happening in about a week? The plan was to blast the Biebs (not literally, I mean his music) and get everything all packed up in the big suitcase so I can live out of the little one for a week. Yeah, not happening. That was thirty minutes ago. I have run into a problem over the past few days and it is this: every time I check my phone and there are no texts, I shout, "LOSERS," and throw it back down. As if there were people whose duty it is to text me and make sure I feel appreciated. Newsflash... There are not people who have this duty. It's been decided that I need a life. Thank goodness said life will most likely appear magically in about two weeks when I start school and have friends nearby who are not married or obligated to hang out with me because they are my mother. Hallelujah.

i am DYING.

Okay, a little dramatic. Really dramatic. But there is this nice little nagging pain in my chest that has been there since, oh, about May 25th at about 6 minutes past midnight. It will probably go away in approximately two weeks. This summer has been a little bit of H-E-double-hockey-sticks. (Yeah, dramatic again. I got you.) But seriously. It has probably been the longest summer of my life. Which is not to say that there have not been good times. I love hanging out with my mom, and we have gotten to be great friends this summer. But, nevertheless, it has been a long summer of waiting. In two weeks, it will be over. Hopefully, I will have some answers. Hopefully, I will be able to move forward with my life instead of waiting. I hate waiting. Waiting is not living life, so it must be dying. Right? Not so dramatic after all, hmm? So for now, while I wait, I am hoping. Hoping that I will go on adventures. Hoping that I will make good grades. Hoping that I will get better at... well, everything. Hoping that I will not be scared. But mostly, I am hoping that everything will work out, and I will be truly happy. Someday, people. In two weeks, I will not be waiting anymore, and I will be able to move forward. Two weeks from today will be my someday.

As a side note, I am officially fed-up with Pinterest. It's like it's flashing all those wedding dresses in my face just to haunt me. Cool, guys. Now I'm being haunted by an image-sharing website. I need a life. Two weeks, people. Two weeks.

i am embarrassed by...

Pinterest. There, I said it. I have never been a Pinterest supporter, but recently I got one. And I am embarrassed. Mostly because the only reason I really wanted one was to pin things for a wedding. Which is not in my immediate future, seeing as how I am dating no one, and I have a huge crush on this boy who will not date me. But I am excited for the prospect that every little girl has... The secret hope that someday, it will be me. This summer, it has not been me. It has been my best friend, my best friend's brother, three other childhood friends, four girls from my freshman hall, a teaching assistant I worked with, and a random girl whose reception I went to just to check it out. It's like they're waving it in my face. So many cat lady jokes were again brought to the table tonight, as my brother has made it his mission to infuriate me to the point of matrimony simply for the sake of ridding myself of his taunting once and for all. I think it's working. Know any single guys? Just kidding. Kind of.

If you are reading this, you are sworn to secrecy. I'm serious.

just one of those days.

Anyone else hate but also love looking at engagement pictures? I want to vomit and grin stupidly at the same time. Man. What a conundrum.

In other news, the cousins are here. Yes, THE cousins. I only have four, as my father grew up an only child and only one of my mother's siblings has children. Once a year, she invites them to stay for a week. It is during this week that all our knockoff-brand Fla-Vor-Ice pops disappear like wildfire (Can I use that?) and no DoubleStuf Oreo is safe. I'm off to guard my stash.

As a quick side note before I go, let's just appreciate how fantastically convenient these two ginormous hair clips are.

Dang. My neck is scrawny. That's it.