The Reason Why Laura Didn't Post- in Three Acts (more or less)

*Laura please don't be upset or offended by anything I say, I promise it's all a joke and supposed to be meant in a nice way meaning that you're the perfect college student*

Good evening gurls. It is Tuesday. 

Today, I will be forwarding a letter I revived from our fellow blogger, Laura, and the reasons why she failed to post yesterday. 

Let us proceed. 

Dear Mercy, 

I know you'll be wondering why my shenanigans of my messy college life have not be posted to our little corner of the Internet yesterday, I do have several reasons as to why that is. 

Reason one- I was hanging out with my super awkward but adorable boyfriend that I love so much and I just lost track of time because he was helping me study and we were just having such an amazing time being smart and adorable. 

Reason Two- I went on a run that was really long because I'm perfect and manage to find time to work out WHILE at college like who does that?! Well, hehe, me! 

Reason three- I was too busy writing this letter. 

Well I'm off to hang out with my super cool college friends! Bye! 

:) - Laura. 

• • • 

Okay so honestly I almost didn't post today because I'm still not over this Zayn thing and Grace said we just shouldn't post this week (why, I don't know) but ANYWAY sorry this is crap but I honestly feel gross and I can't muster up anything and that's okay. I hope y'all are doing better than I am. 

http://youtu.be/ahQzTLqIAoA

LISTEN TO THE GLORY ^^ THAT IS THIS SONG RIGHT NOW!!!

Rosie, I'll hear from you (hopefully) tomorrow. 

xoxo, 

Mercy

In which Grace sits in front of Blogger and writes down all of her thoughts that pass through her small, random, and insignificant brain.

Thursday is winding to a close so Happy Grace is happy. Friday will bring sleeping in later and give me time to clean my room and do my laundry. Not very glamorous tasks or things I usually consider fun but I suppose it's better than measuring coffee, making sandwiches for (sometimes) annoying people and dealing with the endless bosses and the endless teasing. I also suppose I'll miss my cool friend Chris and his awkward conversations throughout the day, but I know Mercy's tired of hearing about him. 

ARG we're watching the food network show Unwrapped and they're talking about pizza and I just want some freaking pizza. I want some so much. Pizza is just so glorious. It's bread-y, cheese-y, and so saucy. 

(Don't google the word 'saucy') 

Anyway. Back to pizza. It's either circle or square and it's beautiful and delicious. The people who don't like pizza are weird. I honestly can't think about anything else right now. It might be because the only food I've eaten today is cookies and waffles. The guy I marry will take me out for pizza. And also sushi. And occasionally Italian but only when we're feeling fancy. Basically the guy I marry will love food of all kinds. From from bacon to corn bread to all Asian cuisine to pizza. Good ol' faithful pizza. The love of my life. 

Am I the only one who feels really gangster when they wear their hood? There's something about wearing a piece of clothing over my head that always makes me feel absurdly awesome but I guess that's just proof to my undying awkwardness. Somehow I wonder why I still have friends. 

Laura dear, your post was cute and happy and puke-worthy for every single girl on this blog but it made me happy to know that you're happy. Nothing is better than knowing you're friends are truely happy.

Mercy and Rose, I'm sorry about your loss and I know you're probably not thinking about anything else. Also I can't remember what your posts were about. Wait. Wait for itttttttttt.... Rose was complaining about the color yellow (which I totally understand. There are days when I hate nothing more than life and happy things like the color yellow make it worse) and Mercys was about Harry Potter? Yes I think it was really short and about our boy HP. Both were obviously fantastic. So fantastic that I knew exactly what they were about.... eheh. 

I'm gonna stop you're having to read this now. So goodbye. I hope all your weekends are the absolute best. 

<3 G

Rosetown Funk

What's shaking hot pants?

This is such a great movie.

I have many things to rant about today because this week has been beautiful and terrible and very rant worthy. But first I have two things:

1.  I apologize for this title of this post it was supposed to be clever, but then it just wasn't. I'm sorry.
2. I have a poem: 

No one's hangin' stocking's up, 

No one's bakin' pie,

No one's lookin' up to see 

A new star in the sky.

No one's talkin' brotherhood,

No one's givin' gifts, 

And no one loves a Christmas tree

On March the 25th

Because Zayn Malik left One Direction

And Rose is very miffed.

I actually did not write (most of) that poem. It was (originally, before I stole it for my own purposes) written by Sir Shel Silverstein (What? Shel Silverstien isn't knighted? WELL HE'S KNIGHTED IN MY HEART!) For those of you who don't know (I assume the people who don't know this live under a rock. You know what they say about assuming, Also, how do you get WiFi under a rock?) Zayn Malik left One Direction. Now I know that you (being Laura and Grace, certainly not Mercy) think this is a silly thing to get upset over, but here I am, upset. I don't even like One Direction as much as I used to. But they used to mean so much to me and it still hurts. Those 5 boys with their pretentious tool hair cuts got me through a really tough time once. I suppose it's for the best that Zayn leaves. I'd hate for him to be doing something he hated just to make other people happy. Because that's what Kurt Cobain did. And then Kurt Cobain killed himself. So good luck to him in whatever him (Zayn) in whatever he chooses to do, but One Direction just won't be the same without him. Whatever, I'm done with feelings. (Haha I'm actually just getting started.)

I'm going to reply to your posts now. 

Grace: Your post was lovely. I think we should get everyone in the world into a giant cinnamon role hug, because that would solve all the world's problems. Actually that's what I think heaven's like. A giant hug.

Laura: Your post was full of feelings. 

Mercy: Your post was short and still beautiful. And oh honey, I'm sorry for all the crap that's been going down in our fandom lately. We need to talk. Call me maybe?

Anyway, yesterday (actually very early this morning) I wrote an entire blog post in a notebook, so I probably shouldn't waste the rant I had prepared, so it goes.

President William McKinley (born January 28th 1843, died September 14th 1901, succeeded by Teddy Roosevelt, in case you were curious), was married to a lady name Ida, I believe. Ida had epilepsy, which (for those of you who aren't nursing students) is a neurological disorder that causes seizures. I'm not certain if this has anything to do with her epilepsy, but when Ida McKinley moved into the White House, she ordered all yellow furniture to be removed. When I first read about this, I couldn't understand why she would do this, I mean, what's wrong with yellow? It such a bright, cheerful color. But recently, I've been in an anxious, ADD, angry funk lately. Suddenly, I found myself utterly loathing the color yellow. Not only the color yellow. Leaving the house, other people talking, animals, winter, spring, summer, fall, food, kittens, everything I hate everything. I don't know what brought on these emotions, (certainly not lady problems I assure you). The grumpy stew that had been swirling around in my innards had just about reached boiling point when...

This arrived in the mail. (I'd like to point out that it's yellow, and I've gone back to thinking that Ida McKinley was wacky for hating such a lovely color). My darling dearest mother pre-ordered it for my birthday and OH MY GOD! I read the whole thing yesterday because I'M A GEEK WITH NOTHING TO DO WITH HER LIFE BUT I DON'T CARE BECAUSE THIS BOOK WAS MAGNIFICENT! It's set 5 years after the previous book, so it's widely from Batty's point of view, which I originally didn't like, but then grew to love. The author does a great job of making it a kids book, but still interesting for the people, like yours truly, who grew up reading the other books and now have to finish the series. I almost started crying while reading it. I was so angry when I finished it because I have to wait 3 years for the next book, but I also don't care because it was wonderful.

Okay, so that's my little commercial for the Penderwicks in Spring.

This has been a very emotional post...weird. I should go because I have stuff to do. 

Grace, I'm looking forward to your post tomorrow, I'm sure it will be lovely.

Gurl please. -Rose?

Hairy Podder

Good evening, gurls, it's Tueaday!! 

I am currently sitting in my kitchen (I'll probably move to the living room soon) and I'm listing to Tyler Oakleys podcast that came out today, and drinking tea. 

To reply to your posts...

Laura- your post was adorable and I decided your ship name for you and Joe- actually I haven't. Never mind. 

Rosie- your posts was perfect and I understand what you're saying 100%. 

Gracie- I actually haven't read your post yet, not gonna lie. I needa get around to it though, because it looked 

F A N T A S T I C !

So, I read a buzzfeed artical this evening about a movie/documentary/tv episode/I don't even know that Tom Felton made about Superfans and they interviewed Rupert Grint, Dan Raddcliff (not Daniel Boringcliff) and J.K.Rowling, about some of the Superfans they met and honestly it just made me so grateful that I'm a Harry Potter fan like honestly I just love Harry Potter and as ridiculous as it sounds, Harry Potter as helped me in small but meaningful ways, like you should listen to your friends better judgement and that love can conquer anything and I dunno those books just make me so happy. 

Anyway I know this post was short and lame but it's getting late so I gotta go. I love y'all, and Rosie, I'll hear from you tomorrow. 

xoxo, 

Mercy

All Too Well

Good late evening, ladies.

how I felt when I got up at the intergluteal cleft of dawn today.

    Can I just say that I am beyond thankful that you gurls got to visit Sacred Heart on Saturday? I know we couldn't have our picnic outside, and Becca was in rare form, and you had to leave before the end of my concert, but it was good to see your beautiful faces all the same.

basically me when y'all were at SHU

    Today was long and exhausting but it ended on a good note because I got to talk to Joe. I'm a cliche girl and he makes me so happy and is so careful with me and takes leaps and bounds to make sure I'm comfortable with him, because he knows I'm scared of the great unknown. He is a part of the unknown, whom God is revealing to me for some crazy, supernatural reason that can only have to do with His glory, just like everything else in this beat-up, broken-down, beautiful mess of a world.
   Ironically enough, I just spent the best of times with my awkwardly charming male suitor, and I'm listening to this song on repeat:

    I know this is a breakup song- it's haunting and nostalgic and deeply personal. But I love it, and it makes me think about all the good aspects of growing fond of another sack of human meat- the hysterical laughter and long conversations and that look in someone's eyes when they're deliriously happy.
    I know I'm getting sappy. I can literally hear Rose retching as she reads this post. But I'm not trying to brag about my love life or prove that Joe is safe and normal. What I want the world to know, is that it isn't a bad thing to completely adore someone. I grew up being taught one thing about dating, and I received all the wrong messages about it- from my own deviated understanding, not from the people who tried to influence me. I overthink everything.
    What I know now, is that letting someone hold you in their arms is lovely. Kisses are weird at first, and thankfully not life-changing. Holding hands with a boy does not make you impure. What corrupts chastity and purity is your thoughts and motives behind each and every action- are you trying to glorify God, or yourself, in your life and in your love? That question must be asked every day and applied to every aspect of your life.
    Everything Pastor Mike said about dating was basically right. I know that now. And for all the eye-rolling I did during his youth group lessons, he gave some good advice.
    Well, since it's late and I have a class in 8 hours, I should probably start my homework. Bye kids! Mercy, I'll hear from you tomorrow<3
--Laura :)

Peace, dude

Okay Blogger isn't letting me post the Paper Towns trailer but I'm sure you've all seen it. Maybe I'll just link this entire post to the trailer. Yep. That's a good idea. I'll do that.

Anyway.

This is how I feel every Thursday because it's my last day at work, making Friday the start of my weekend. Even though I still have school on Fridays, it's better than working again. Also this particular Thursday means only one more day until our epic Rosie's-birthday-sleepover-weekend-thing. I'm so excited. I miss you Backus girls a crap lot and I can't wait to eat yummy food and hangout and go see Laura's school and possibly watch her concert and meet her friends. It will be glorious and exhilerating and possibly exhausting but most definitely fun. And I can't wait.

So I feel like I had something pressing to write about today but I, for the life of me, can not remember. Maybe it wasn't so pressing. Instead I'm gonna rant about something wort ranting about because I feel like Rose or Mercy always rant about things and I never do. Anyway, I hate how different people can be when they're on the internet. It's almost as if because there is a screen protecting them, they can be whoever they want to be. Or maybe they're so insecure, they can't be themselves except online. I'm not sure. But it makes me mad! Why do people do that?? Why do they decide to personify themselves? Like I realize that internet life is easier than real life but c'mon people. Grow up. Be true to yourself on and off the screen. It'll make the world a better place. It will also make the internet a better, more believable place. AND BASICALLY WORLD PEACE IS WHAT I WANT. And this would be a good start. 

Um when I searched pictures of "world peace" I found this picture. 

And at first I was like "ALERT ALERT MR BAG WEEOOH WEEOOH." And then I was like 'awww it's just so cute' if this picture was passed around on the internet then there really would be world peace. #toocutetofunction 

Anyway I'm gonna go. I'll see all of you tomorrow. 

<3 G

Crapsicles, I have to title this thing, don't I?

It's hump day!

*High fives self for scary the crap out of all of you*

Well gurls, I have nothing to write about today...BUT! AFTER AN HOUR OF PROCRASTINATING ON YOUTUBE I FOUND SOMETHING TO POST ABOUT! MY PROCRASTINATION ACTUALLY LED TO PRODUCTIVITY! TODAY IS A MAGICAL DAY! OH MY GOD! I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY!

On that note, I'm gonna reply to your posts.

Grace: Your post was lovely. Spring is coming and Rose is much excite. I'm so sick of Winter. The pictures in your post were beautiful. (Like your face ;)

Laura: The frickin' cat pictures in your post made my life. ALSO! HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO FOR DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND?

OH MY GOD IT'S PERFECT! I FREAKING LOVE HER!

Mercy: Your post was absolutely wonderful! I bequeath you with infinite gold stars!

So I'm going to rant about being an introvert today. (Because of this youtube video I watched:

It's no secret that I hate leaving the house. I mean, not only do I hate putting on jeans, but the social aspect of leaving the house frankly just offends me. I don't hate people...well actually that's not true, there are definitely some people I hate. But I don't entirely loath all strangers that pass me on the street...usually. My point is I like sitting at home and reading books, and that's just me so whatever.
But I'm friends with a bunch of extroverts who have spent to last 6 months slowly eating away my weekends, and now have the audacity to demand to spend time with me on weeknights. Like, I don't hate my friends or anything, but socializing makes me feel awkward. And I have so many books that I want to read. So I just want to stay at home in my pajama's and celebrate all the presidents birthdays and not have to spend time with people that make me uncomfortable AND I DON'T THINK THAT'S TOO MUCH TO ASK OKAY?
I JUST HATE PEOPLE SOMETIMES AND I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE AND JUST I KNOW I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT THE SILLIEST THING IN THE WORLD BUT IT REALLY BOTHERS ME AND I JUST HATE EVERYTHING SOMETIMES AND I DON'T THINK THAT'S A PROBLEM AND I DON'T KNOW I JUST REALLY HATE PEOPLE SOMETIMES OKAY?

*Changes subject entirely*

Oh my God, the freaking Paper Towns poster made my week. Not because I thought it was particularly interesting or anything, it was kinda boring, but it made me think about how soon it's coming out AND I'M JUST REALLY FREAKING EXCITED FOR IT AND OH MY GOSH! That it all.

I have to go. Grace, I'm sure your post tomorrow will be lovely.

Gurl please. -Rose?

Blogging Awards

My My Good evening gurls, it's Tuesday! 

Aye it's also Saint Patrick's Day, so happy SPD! 

I loved all your posts from last week- they were all so happy and about spring and I too am very excited for the season that's waiting just around the corner. 

ALSO, I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE Y'ALL THIS WEEKEND OMG 

Yeah I'm kind of excited. 

SO for today's post I'd thought it'd be cool to like award type things and I award y'all on what I think you do BEST in your posts. 

So here we go. 

To Laura, the sunshine to my rain- you get the award for *drumrooooooolllllll* 

Continually Inspitational Posts! 

All your posts make me smile, or rethink my life, but either way they inspire me and make me want to better myself as person, so thank you. Without you, I'd probably have shriveled up and died from not enough motivation. 

To Rosie, the tiramisu of my life, you get the award for *DRUMMMMROOOooOooLLL* 

Being the Best Friend!

And by that I mean- you consistently reply to all our posts and not just like "oh I liked it" nO 

You put in EFFORT and make us (me) feel special. Which is a beautiful thing. You could probably be a profession post-replyer-to. 

Finally, to Grace, the egg to my frying pan, you get the award for *DRA-RUMMMM-ROOOOOLLL* 

Keeping Us All Together!

You have a great way of ending the week of blogging and just being so calm and writing so nicely and hippie-side-of-tumblrsque-ish, it just is such a nice way of closing and your posts are always so beautifully mellow just like you. 

So CONGRATS GIRLS!! You may all give thank you speeches now. 

Anyway, these were weird and lame (just like me) and I need to post this or else, so Rosie I'll hear from you tomorrow! 

xoxo, 

Mercy 

It's time to try defying gravity (this song has been stuck in my head all day)

Greetings friends.
    I'm studying for a very important test at the moment and I can't guarantee that this post will be any good. I can't even guarantee that it will get published before midnight. But I promise I'll try, and I apologize in advance.
    Grace, your post on Thursday made me really happy and anticipatory towards the season known as spring. I love transitional seasons- not the stoic cold of winter, nor the endless heat of New England in August, but the rusting of the foliage in autumn and the grass turning vibrant green again come April. Give me unpredictable thunderstorms in October and windy spring afternoons, anything is better than heat waves and blizzards.

I miss this.

    Have y'all ever seen a picture of a cat with its tongue out? It's quite adorable and makes me squeal like a little girl. I just followed this cat on Instagram named Walter and LET ME SHOW YOU HOW CUTE HE IS:

    I just love ugly things.
    Speaking of ugly things, the three people I'm about to talk about are not ugly.
    I am so excited to see you gurls this weekend. You get to see the Sacred Heart campus and meet a few of my friends and see me sing, and I get to laugh with you about all of our private jokes.
    WHICH REMINDS ME. Rose, I found the DiCaprio face in my Nikes. After I went for a run. It was a gross yet hilarious experience.
     Speaking of gross experiences, I have to go now.
     Yes, I know that isn't a gross experience, I'm just bad at segues.
     Mercy, I'll hear from you tomorrow!
  --Laura :)

Spring??

I've been waiting for winter to be over for all the months that it's been here. Much like a dementor, it sucks my soul and almost kills me but somehow I manage to get through, usually with more chocolate than necessary. I spend all winter whining and moaning about life and contemplating my sad and poor existence until the sun decides to peak her face out. And then when she does it's... purely amazing. I've spent all week at work, but I've been watching the sunshine through our windows and wondering in awe how it can make the dining room seem so much larger just by putting some light on our dusty little booths and tables. On Wednesday it was actually warm enough to open the garage doors over at Bart's and I spent as much time at the grille as I could just to feel the breeze come through that space and look out into the parking lot and Palisado Ave (though I'd never admit to my boss that he was right about it). When I'm home, I'm itching to write, or read, draw, sing, play piano, walk the dog, anything but school. But I've been pushing through and actually finishing my anatomy module. Basically, I've been happier this week than I have been since December. And it all has to do with the weather. Driving home from work is way more fun when you can have the windows open and Got7 loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. 

But anyway. I sincerely loved all your posts. I can never get over how different all of your writing styles are and yet how we'll try go together. It's just magical. Something else that's magical is that the Paper Towns trailer is being released soon and I might be a little bit excited because John Green is so excited and I love him a lot. I also love Hank but this is a different blog post for a different time.

<3 G 

Here are some nice tumble pictures to look at. 

"Weird loves better than no love at all." This quote made me think of you gurls so now it's the title of this post.

It's hump day!

As much as I hate talking about the weather (because it's everyone's fail save conversational topic), I'm going to start this post talking about the weather. IT SO FRICKIN NICE OUT TODAY! THE SUN IS SHINING! THE SNOW IS MELTING! PEOPLE ARE WALKING UP AND DOWN MY STREET WHICH MAKES FOR GREAT PEOPLE WATCHING! (Please tell me I'm not the only person who creates back stories for every person that walks down my street? I am, aren't I? *Sigh* I should have known). ALL IN ALL TODAY IS A FANTASTIC DAY TO BE ALIVE! I'm going to talk more about the glorious weather, but first, I'm going to reply to your posts.

Grace: I, unlike Mercy or Laura apparently, really liked your post. Even though it was super short I mean, at least you tried. I bequeath you with a gold star for effort.

Laura: *Goes to blogger* *Looks at your post because I entirely forgot what it was about*  *Glances at post* *Remembers* I liked your post an awful lot. It was Alaurable, if you will. Oh, you won't? Okay then....it was good. It made me miss your stupid face. As much as I want my own room (and believe me, I really, really want my own room) I'm grudgingly excited for when we're roommates again next fall. Well, that's kind of an overstatement actually. I won't entirely loath being your roommate in the fall. I just really, really, really want my own room, okay?

Mercy: Your post was literal perfection. First of all, screen tests are the best thing in the entire world. Second of all, the way you fangirled about Willy Shakes brought tears to my eyes. IT WAS JUST ALL IN ALL A BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL PERFECT POST! YOU GET THE GOLD STAR OF EXCELLENCE!

Anyway, LOOK AT THIS SUPER COOL PICTURE I JUST FOUND ON TUMBLR!

"There’s a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador. It has no safety
measures and is called the ‘Swing at the End of the World’."

On to what I intended to post about.

Spring is (hopefully) just around the corner. The world around us is changing. Soon we will shed the blanket of snow that has covered us for these last few months, and replace it with glorious green grass. Well, because it was such a snowy winter, we'll replace the snow with mud, but whatever. Anything is better than snow. I've noticed in this last week that as the season begins to change, so have I. I turned 16 on Friday. I'm growing up. Well, I'm getting older at least. The fact of the matter is that I will never grow up and no one can  make me. I seem to be exchanging this season of life for another. I don't want this season to end. I wish that I could live in this little infinity of happiness forever, but I don't believe that is possible. And that's both terrifying and exciting. As much as I hate change, there's no denying it's exciting.

Anyway, I have stuff to do.

Grace, I look forward to your post tomorrow.

I bid thee ado.

Gurl please. -Rose?

In which I rant about Shakespeare

Good morning, gurls, it's Tuesday.

so, I've been watching actress screen testings for the past forty minutes and I literally regret nothing..

She is perfect

this is the girl who is playing the MC in Paper Towns, I love her.

Okay, okay but I'm gonna reply to your posts now. 

Laura- your post was wonderful, just like you face. I especially loved the J.K.Rowling quote you posted. she's queen.

Rosie- I still feel terrible we didn't come the weekend we were supposed to come. I'm a terrible friend. 

Grace- .........

so, I honestly have no freaking idea what I'm posting about, aaaaaaghhhh...

I feel like Shakespeare is so unappreciated in today's world. 

I mean like, the stuff he writes about is crazy and so deep and like WOW he really knows his stuff. 

Like Macbeths little speech/monologue 

"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterday's have lighted fools the way to dusty death..." Ect, Ect. (I have it memorized, Rose, aren't you proud??) 

Like that whole thing is entirely about death and how life is meaningless and how people make a huge fuss and drama about life when it literally means nothing and everyone is gonna die in the end anyway. 

Of course, there is a meaning to life (aka love one another as Christ loves us, serve God, and eat, drink and be merry) 

But still, that's pretty deep. 

And like, a lot of his plays have really deep meanings/morals like "hey people are stupid and make big mishaps about nothing." OR JUST THE FACT THAT THE HUMAN RACE IS STUPID AND FLAWED AND SELF-CENTERED AND SHAKESPEARE TELLS US THAT BUT NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE KNOW/CARE AND IT SUCKS. 

okay I'm done. 

Hmfmsnsjsjsjajajs I need to watch 19 Kids and Counting now, and procrastinate and read fanfiction.  

Rosie, I'll hear from you tomorrow. 

xoxo,

Mercy. 

My life is a hot beautiful mess.

Hi friends!

#same

    I didn't think I was going to have time to post today but then I did because all of my regular classes were basically cancelled due to midterms. So now I'm hiding in the library with Rachel and glancing over anatomy review and anticipating going for a long run after this.
    But first, let me reply to all of your lovely posts:
    Mercy-love: your post was hot. Much like your face. I love that you're becoming so grown-up. Sometimes I look at people my age and think, in the words of my dear friend Becca, "who let you adult?" You are not one of those people.
    Rosie-Posy: WOW YOU'RE SIXTEEN AND YOU HAVE A PHONE AND YOU'RE GETTING YOUR EARS DOUBLE-PIERCED AND YOU CAN LEGALLY GET A JOB AND ELOPE AND CONSENT TO STUFF. I love that I can text you all the time. It makes me feel really popular.
    Grace:
    (I'm responding to nothing because your post was so infernally short and sad. Like me).

    I learned all the words to this song over spring break.
    LIST OF THINGS LAURA DID OVER SPRING BREAK:
    1. Cried for two days straight.
    3. Ate and slept nonstop for three days straight.
    4. Worked out (Leg. Day. Ugh).
    5. Learned all the words to Uptown Funk.
    6. Arm-knitted four scarves.
    7. Shoveled some New Hampshire cocaine.
    8. Studied at Starbucks all alone like some white girl from a paranormal teen romance novel.
    9. Went out to breakfast with Opera Rachel.
    10. Drank two green smoothies (110% recommend to the universe at large).
    I was supposed to be in Delaware last week with Habitat for Humanity. But I basically had a mental breakdown because of midterms, so my parents convinced me to stay home and take care of myself. Now, I'm back at school, and I've accepted the fact that my life is a hot beautiful mess filled with much laughter and many tears and a lot of awkward moments.
    My grades will never be perfect. Nursing school is always going to be really freaking hard. I will never have a perfect thigh gap. People are always going to make fun of me for being a Christ follower and not partying or drinking or sleeping around. Having a male suitor does not complete me. Sometimes, I smell funny. But it's all a part of life, and I'm thrilled to be a part of it :)

Our Queen

Because Hunter Hayes.

This quote reminds me of every member of the Foursome.

    I heard a rumor that you Ege gurls are visiting the weekend after next and I could not be more excited. Even though I can only be there for some of the time, I cannot wait for our shenanigans which usually involve bruschetta and aisle runners to begin ;)
   

The basis of our friendship, really.

    I really must go now and learn things. Tata my fine lady friends! 

--Laura :)

Oops (by Super Junior + f(x))

Once upon a time, there was a super lazy lil girl who didn't think about blogging until it was almost too late. She was jealous of her cool friends who could stay up and blog 5 minutes before midnight but unfortunately, this lil girl wasn't hardcore enough for that. So she went through her life never really writing decent posts because she was too forgetful and lazy. But mostly just forgetful. Thankfully (read: hopefully) her friends were forgiving. 

Until next time,

<3 G

This post is really ranty and rambly, so basically it's like every post I've ever written ever.

Well gurls, it's hump day!

Literally me.

You know what I love more than anything in this world? Angry, bitter people on the internet. In fact, I wake up every morning and pray that I will find another idjit on tumblr who wants to break through the walls of the internet and strangle another person for making an incorrect statement about their fandom. I would go so far as to say this is what I live for. 

Anyway, enough angry ranting on the internet for Rose today (Hahaha just kidding, y'all know I'm just getting started), I'm going to reply to your posts.

Grace: I've always had this sick desire to tell one of you gurls that I hated your post because everything about it was wrong! However I cannot say that today because I actually really liked your post. As much as I love to make fun of  people who use YOLO obsessively, I don't think the actual meaning of term is wrong. I mean heck yeah, we should all take more risks. All this aside, you definitely don't need my opinion to validate yours. *Takes this opportunity to get up on a soapbox* I JUST THINK EVERYONE ELSE ON THIS PLANET SHOULD KNOW THAT SOMEONE ELSE'S OPINION SHOULD NOT IN ANY WAY AFFECT YOUR OWN OKAY? BUT THAT'S JUST WHAT I THINK AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO THINK THAT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO OKAY?

Laura: Your post was beautiful, like your beautiful face.

Also the entire time while I was reading all I could think was "Leggings are not pants."

Mercy: I loved your post because you wrote it. Also because I related to it. It also caused me to have a weird moment of panic where I'm like "Holy crap, did I write this...?"

I'm sick again. So I spent all day watching movies in my pajama's. I'm still sick though. SOMEDAY WHEN I'M PRESIDENT I'M GOING TO MAKE IT A CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT THAT ALL SICKNESS CAN BE CURED BY A DAY ON THE COUCH IN YOUR PAJAMA'S! I DON'T THINK THAT'S TOO MUCH TO ASK!  I also think that's it's perfectly logical to assume that I will be president one day because

1.  I celebrate all the president's birthdays and 
2. I celebrate my birthday 
3. Therefore I will be president some day. 

And Misha Collins will be my VP.  

And my campaign slogan will be "Vote for me or nah your choice brah."

I could go on for hours on this subject, but I won't.

I will talk about the fact that I will be 16 in 2 days. It's been a year of 44 historical figures birthdays, and now it's time for mine. More importantly, you're going to be at my house for the entire weekend, AND I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED! I COULDN'T CARE LESS THAT I'M TURNING 16, GRACE AND MERCY ARE GOING TO BE AT MY HOUSE! I JUST

It's weird to me that I'm going to be 16. I always thought that I would have a boyfriend at this point. I also thought that that boyfriend would be Nick Jonas so....yeah...I guess that's not going to happen any time soon....

Well I should probably go, This post probably didn't make any sense, but

Grace, I'm  looking forward to your post tomorrow!

Gurl please. -Rose?