Coherent

So here's what happened. Contrary to former belief, there was no influence involved in my "blog" last night. Quite the contrary. It was the influence of a sleepy girl who had just squeezed into a twin bed with her sister when she remembered she didn't blog. Well, folks, I didn't come this far to give up at that moment! So I decided to blog from my phone. Except blogger literally wouldn't let me type anywhere but the title. Therefore, I told you that via the title. Except when I pressed published, I realized everything was misspelled.

I thought about fixing it for a split second.

But that thought didn't last long.

Anyway, like I said... my sister was over, and we went to a band concert of some of her good friends. And we had delicious pulled pork and tots. And froyo at midnight. AT WHICH I parallel parked. In Chicago. For the first time. This is how badly I was craving froyo. The other Alyson came as well, and well... whenever it's time to go out, this simultaneously coincides everyone raid my closet time. So, we all went out as... me. I've gotten much better at taking about 2 minutes to decide what to wear. Two simple steps: 1. Which skirt and 2. What top is clean/weather appropriate/at least semi matches. Matching is not a requirement, however.

Anyway, there was my evening. Um... 

Oh, this happened while my roomie and I were playing Pottermore. I was a little behind her, and there was a point where I got to this...

... and squealed. Jeananne laughed. I said, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME OLIVER WAS GOING TO MEET ME?!" She said because she wanted me to be able to discover it myself and hear just that reaction. Oh Oliver, you can meet me anyday.

So that happened. Hmm...

OKAY. Church tomorrow! Car wash tomorrow! Target tomorrow! Sleep well. Thanks for reading. :]