darlin' I need you like ships need the sea

Sweet sweet summer is finally here. 

Exams are over. 

Indianapolis was wonderful. 

2nd day of work down. 

"I can see it in her Cherokee eyes 
Those baby browns and the golden thighs 
What you doing for the rest of your life? 
Cause you don't want, don't wanna go"

Eating peaches that I picked up in South Carolina for dinner.  

So much to blog about. So much to think about. I wish I could just stop time right now and bask in the glory of summer for months and months. With sunburnt lips, a freckled nose, and a pinkish brown glow from too much, or perhaps the perfect amount of sun. 

My roommates are all moved out. It feels empty, especially without Marie's laugh filling the house. She's the only person I've met that laughs as much and as loudly as I do. I wouldn't be the slightly bit surprised if our neighbors secretly despised us or at least were dumbfounded about how that many things could be THAT funny at all hours of the day. 

After a year of meowing through the wall to the cat next door, I'm officially giving up on ever hearing a response back. Perhaps, I overestimated my abilities and I actually sound nothing like a cat. I do have other talents. I'll be okay. (I hope everyone knows I'm completely kidding about this) 

I love empty rooms. I've been hanging out in Marie and Crystal's bare, furniture-less room. To me, empty rooms are magical in a childish, spontaneous, whimsical way. So full of potential. So capable of transitioning to anything. I remember moving into Pope St. and cooking my first meal and eating on the floor with plastic silverware from wendys while watching a movie on my tiny tv (also placed on the floor). 

Waiting to get picked up to go play frisbee golf. I thought it was ultimate, so I was excited but I'm quite horrible about frisbee golf. But it's on north campus so I'm thrilled about that. Hanging out on north carmpus at night time is my favorite. It'd be the perfect night to wade around in the fountain. 

Who knew that with every passing year, life would wind up being more and more fun?

I thought adolescent was the peak of childhood bliss and carefree joy. I'm pleasantly surprised to report that each day winds up having new adventures, new joys, and new smiles. It's such a charming, mysterious, and sometimes even whimsical adventure.

I'm committed to challenging myself each day to try something new, broaden my horizons, think outside the box, and push myself beyond what I think I am capable of. I know I sound cliche and cheesy and that drives me up the wall- but in a real way. A way to transform the way I see things and the way I relate to others.

It's not a radical change. This isn't a new year's resolution. This isn't 4 days going to the gym and then a 4 month hiatus, or a new organizing system that is never utilized, or a fitness and health food kick. Nope. This is a slow, gradual, I'm-still-going-to-lounge-on-my-couch-frequently type of change. I'm not trying to move mountains or be revolutionary here. I'm not even intending to "motivate" or "inspire" someone. (Let's be real, we all secretly blog because we imagine others being moved by our lifestyles and choices and that will be impart such great wisdom upon a post one that that the core of a reader is stirred to the point of change and action). No, not one of those posts, just a record for me to write down that I appreciate my life exactly the way it is...it's one of those moments where I couldn't dream up anything that would make it better, nor would I change anything about it.

I can't stop time. I can't stay in college forever (even though I am really good at being in college). So, cheers to living up my fifth and final year.

Just got back from an absolutely delicious lunch downtown. I've climbed back into the fort-- which by the way, makes you feel like you're camping in the middle of your living room. It's incredible. It surrounds the front windows so during the day we pull up the blinds and pull back the curtains. The inside of the fort is transcended. The christmas lights are also the perfect touch.

I'm reading through a tumblr bucket list made by a girl who graduated a few years ago. Goodness gracious, I am so thankful I am not graduating. Despite this being finals week, it's been so adventurous. Adventurous, in the simplest way possible. The choice of deciding that joy is limitless, boundless, and exploding from the smallest things in life.

Bacon peanut butter burgers from clocked, all day study seshs in ECV dining hall, magical study forts, golden pantry candy trips, athens festivals, georgia theatre roof top bar, the uga chapel, birthdays, guacamole, ....

someone hopping out of their car without putting it in park to give a friend a hug.....okay, I confess. It was me..... but thankfully someone else hopped it and stopped it. You're a superstar.

Lite N' Luscious smoothies, banana peppers, booking flights, david crowder band, the blue book, motown music, swing dancing, american flag painted cut off jean shorts,

let it go

"I'm there in the storm.
My love I will keep you, by My pow'r alone.
I don't care where you fall, where you have been.
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.
It never ends."


Sometimes I love staying up by myself until it's almost sunrise. Here, at ____ Street, we've built two forts. I've been settled into my little one by the kitchen window since midnight. It's so cozy under here with a lamp, almond joys, coffee, spotify playlists,  cognitive neuro notes, peace, and  joy. 


"I've been holding on so tight
Look at these knuckles
They've gone white
I'm fighting for who I wanna be
I'm just trying to find security

But You say let it go, You say let it go
You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control
You say you will be, everything I need
You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul
You say let it go"