So it all begins with a day long ago in April... a day ridden with tension, stress, angst and every other synonym in Webster's for those words. Why, you may be wondering? Because the hunt was on.
....for the perfect grad dress.
You may think I am over dramatizing this. But if you are not a girl/already have your dress you COULD NOT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND. There were 2 months left and counting and Linnea and I had no dress. What were we to do? Simple. We hopped on a ferry and headed to Van where we prayed to the lordy jesus that we might find something.
We got up at 4.
Linnea is kind of not ugly before she puts on her make up. I'm jealous.
RIGHT BEFORE WE FOUND THE WICKED DRESSES AT LAURA PETITES. (lol at the fact I am not a petite)
This is the smile of the happy dress having girl.
This is the frown of the unhappy couldn't find shoes on sale girl.
Linnea decided to have the nastiest shawarma of her life. Of course she didn't know it was nasty before she tried it. I knew, obv, because it was a vegetarian shawarma and those can only end badly. (I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE VEGGIE I AM JOKING)
You should take note that we were so extremely tired from watching veggie tales (how appropriate) until 2, waking up at 4, and spending the day walking around a strange city in winter jackets when the sun was clearly shining, that we began to lose all semblence of sanity.
So I decided to be "artsy".
Did it work??? Did it work???
Linnea's turn.
Okay. Moving on. Some of us went to the beach awhile ago.
The guitar. Always. Esten serenaded me with Wonderwall. Ooooo shivers.
Disco Feverrr
Burying Laura.
Gnarly Jesse foot.
Vater.
Shit son it's Sophie's big ass. RUN
FIN