After sharing very exciting life changing news, Dekota and I had to go to our favorite frozen yogurt cafe to celebrate! It took me a long time to try Verry Berry, but when I finally went a few months ago, I was hooked. The first time I went, the only two things I could think were “Wow! this is amazing!” and “How depressing my life must have been before this moment” Right before we ate our frozen yogurt, we talked about how nice it was to do something fun and silly every now and then…
i was thinking about making a food blog similar to katharina’s but then i realized that i couldnt do that becasue it would be like: -shafer vegan biscuits with gravy (every morning) -mad coffeez -maybe an apple -pretzels -smoothies -peanuts -too much candy (hot tamales/goodnplentys/skittles/mikenike/sourpatchkids) -taco bell potato tacos if i can talk ashley into going with me
That STAY TRILL sculpture reminds me of Kehinde Wiley. He has a piece in the VMFA, which I think is funny.
Also, my Corin-Class blog is SCPT411.tumblr.com if you wanna hop on that train. We could follow each other, tee-hee!
ps. I'm writing this in the middle of class like a BAD GIRL
sometimes i say really inappropriate things- and it super catches people by surprise. and they just kinda look around like, “who said that”.. and then they see me just sitting there smiling and they dont know what to do so they smile and laugh, and it is really really funny inside of my brain.
okay. lets get something straight. i only know what smoothie you want because you order it every single day- not because i want to be your friend. no, i do not want to go on a date with you, text you my number or “decorate your office”. i am not impressed that you speak french. i don’t care how much you tip, i am not compassionate enough to listen to your daily life struggles with a smile on my face. aaaaah. honestly? maybe its time for a new job. pshh as if ecnomy. i will be working verry berry for the rest of my life
i just remembered this one time in middle school when my mom was getting so mad at me because i was late for school, and she was going to have to go out of her way to drop me off. and i just kept crying that i couldn’t go to school because i was “too fat” that day. and i kept trying to show her how tight my pants were on me, (though i probz weighed a maximum of 100lbs) and she finally just let me stay home from school that day because she knew i was bloated and getting my period.