The Den! Is Back! ...and other great things

Last weekend we went back to campus to watch the Purdue-Notre Dame game amongst a friendly crowd. None of us had been back in a few years, so we pretty much played tourist all day. It was basically awesome. Words fail to do it justice, so I will just give you pictures.

(Oohh, except I don't have any pictures of the adorable 21-year-old shirtless fraternity boys we played with. Yup, shirtless and adorable.  And I still chose not to become a fairy godcougar. So let's all take a moment to appreciate my willpower, and then we can move right along to the pictures.)

Without further ado...

Smoochin' Marty J.

Boom Boom Phi Mu!
PS It was recruitment. There was actual Boom Boom-ing going on!

Carey Quad + Ross-Ade = Boiler Up!

Mackey Arena. Home of the Baby Boilers. (Call me, Chris Kramer!)

Purdue University! Home of this super fancy new sign!

Neil Armstrong is a badass. Thus, this building is aptly named.
PS - There's a book about him called First Man. It is fascinating. Read it.

This is John. See John run.

Run John, run!

See the fountain. See John get wet.

This is Mere. See Mere look confused.

See John and Mere be freaking adorable!

Hovde Hall? Maybe? (Maybe not??)

A little slice of awesome.

This picture just screams "Hipstamatic"

Don't walk under the bell tower! You won't graduate!
You already did? Too bad. They will take that shit back!

Hmm, I didn't hear any roaring...curious.

John claimed the water was supposed to be super-clean. We requested he test this theory.

This is what college is supposed to look like.

But seriously. Did I mention? The Den! Is Back!

Pink lemonade + Jimmy Johns = yum.
(Yes, I took a picture of my Den Pop. Shut up.)

See John and Mere be adorable. At Harry's.

Dear Tom, pretty sure you have a Purdue shirt you should be wearing!

Pour one out for our dearly departed friend, Stacks.

Like it's 1999

For reals.

I found my journal from sophomore/junior year of high school. Literally - 1999.

It is awesome.

And if you are lucky, I just might share it with you...

Bored now.

So I know that I should have more to say now that the Bar is over. But I mean, it's not like I have a job or anything to do with my life. My parents are out of town, which means the past week I have spent laying out, watering the flowers, watching trash TV and hanging out with the dogs. 

And don't be jealous, it is actually not nearly as awesome as it may sound...I can practically hear my brain cells gasping for life.

Although, I am taking advantage of being home alone - not by throwing parties, but by taking this time to completely reorganize my parents lives. They are so going to hate me when they come home and cannot find anything. (Because I threw it all away!)

My first task was the freezer. It was completely full, like literally could not fit a single thing in there full. Check it out now...

Obviously I kept the ice cream!

Post-Bar Reading List

Don't look too closely or you will notice that half of these are YA novels!

I need to get a hobby*

So you know that I am like super-yuppie, right? Except when it comes to my nails? (And boys...but that is so not the point right now!)

Yeah, the nails...it's getting out of control. And I've taken to photographing the extra-outrageous manicures, just so you can all appreciate the new levels of ridiculousness I have reached this summer. 

Enjoy! :) 

I mean, this color? Come on!

Green glitter in honor of Crabbie Open

Yes, there are stars and red glitter on my blue nails. Patriotism, yall!

Ok so these are a little bling-tastic, even for me, but it was a holiday!

You know how I love to mix metallics.

Funny story, I had a gymnastics leotard that looked just like this. When I was 6. 

The 80s were awesome.

This is my current manicure, and I cannot stop staring at my nails. L-O-V-E.

Although, now that I think about it they kind of look like a figure skating costume. Hmm.

*Team Bethenny. That is all.

Spoke too soon...

Of course, the minute I finish bitching about being at home...

My Mom sends me this picture - they are celebrating A's half-birthday (6 1/2!) with Arni's pizza and cupcakes. And then A calls to tell me "I love you and goodnight" (and that he is winning at Uno, of course).

Three comments:

1. Silly Bandz...taking over the world. He usually wears 40 - literally.

2. His shirt says "Western White House Crawford, TX" Awesome.

3. He has this adorable "face dimple" under his eye when he smiles, 

it makes me smile every time I see it. 

Peace and Quiet - and old pictures!

I retreated to B-town today to sequester myself for a few days in hopes of avoiding the distractions that come with being at home. (Sure, Mom, of course I can let the painters in and watch the dogs and have a family dinner, not like I have anything else on my agenda...oh wait.)

It is blissfully quiet here. I can hear myself think and everything. (Not that the sound of wheels spinning is too encouraging)

I needed a study break, so I'm posting some awesome pictures I found from a post-grad return trip to Harry's!

First, a great picture of M&J to prove that they are actually adorably photogenic: 

Told you so!

Because, having said that, we sure do manage to take some ridiculous pictures when we get together:

Well hello, Mystery Hand. Peace be with you too!

22 oz. Corona = L-O, L-O

Well hello to you too, Mystery Male Body.

(M, am I correct in thinking this one belonged to your sister at the time? 

Because he certainly wasn't mine!)

And if this picture wasn't enough proof, let it be noted: the Green Dragon is nobody's friend.

And finally: just when M returns to being photogenic, I decide to go all paparazzi.

Tangent:  That guy in the background? We've been tailgating together since about age 6.

Yet I never noticed him until right now. Oops!

My new haircut*

For all you impatient ones -

*For those of you who don't recognize the reference, please remove the the rock under which you live and YouTube it. And to think - it was pre-Jersey Shore!

A letter to my hair

Dear long and brown,

It's been fun. But I'm in the midst of a quarter-life crisis, and thus it is time for you to go.

You're being replaced by short and blonde.

Catch ya later,
B

So long!

Astrology sucks

So I get my horoscope emailed to me every morning. Yes, I know it's cheesy. But sometimes they are eerily accurate. I read them to my friends who also happen to be Geminis. Delightful fun.

This is what my horoscope told me today...

"You may be locked into the wrong career path." 

Wow. Really? Considering that I'm locked into taking a bar exam - that I am totally going to fail - in 25 days? On top of graduating with tons of debt, no job and living with my parents? Not exactly the encouragement a girl needs right now.

Horoscopes?

NOT DELIGHTFUL. NOT FUN.

Can I quit being a Gemini now??