Summer is coming to a crushing end. I love the beach and rooftop bars and bathing suits and jorts and I BEYOND love flip flops (as if I won’t wear them well into fall), but I also love fall. I love scarves, plaid shirts, crunching leaves, and I LOVE FALL SPORTS! I’m in my last year of being able to enjoy collegiate sports on a leisurely basis, so let’s break down why everyone should love fall sports. FALL SPORTS!
Having just come back from the Olympics, I have some fab advice to share with you even though asking me for advice in the first place is a complete fool’s errand. I am the person that walks by the croissants for about five straight minutes before not committing to one and getting hummus because that’s what I came in for in the first place. So, here is your Olympic advice!
After a 6 week gig in the UK packed with craziness (and some interesting Olympic stories, jeah), I’m back on American soil for good. Since I don’t forsee another long hiatus like this one, let’s all buckle down and get to what important in life: our friends, lax, funny things, news, and Hey Girl: some Gosling sprinkled in around the site. My invitation to you, my readers:
To see the song that is currently stuck in my head for no reason in particular, follow that jump, birches.
For the second time in 6 weeks, I’m packing whatever I think I’ll need for life into one giant suitcase. I’m heading over to England to work on the Olympics (!!!!!!!!!!) and I realized that my packing routine is…sad. It’s terrible really, and lasts over 3 days like some kind of horrific religious festival. So, instead of actually getting that packing done, I’ve decided to outline my routine! With bonus packing tips! (Hahahahahaaaa can you imagine? It takes me 3 days to pack but I’m giving other people advice? Can’t. Stop. Laughing.)
Did we all have good weekends? Good, great grand, excellent. Moving on.