The sun shone, having no alternative, over nothing new.
It was a celebration of awkwardness.
And by that, of course, I mean my awkwardness.
I am guilty of liking him a lot and not being able to speak. Losing any "charm" I may have to a stuttering, twitching little beast.
Anyways...more pictures of the snowday...mostly courtesy of Angela.
Leetle Lucy
The mastermind Angela, and her roommate...moi
And by that, of course, I mean my awkwardness.
I am guilty of liking him a lot and not being able to speak. Losing any "charm" I may have to a stuttering, twitching little beast.
Anyways...more pictures of the snowday...mostly courtesy of Angela.
Leetle Lucy
The mastermind Angela, and her roommate...moi