My weekend kind of started on Thursday. My very last day of school-ever. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry-in front of anyone at school. And I did pretty good throughout the day except for when I went to turn in my internship "i passed" packet the lady at the desk congratulated me and I got all emo. She didn't see me and thankfully no one else was there to see me turn into a big baby, but I stiffened up when I got to the elevator because there's allllllways someone on the elevator.
My classes were in downtown Phoenix, the buildings that I had classes in were tall and the buildings surrounding that were taller-it was kind of fun and definitely made me feel extra trendy. So every day when I walked to my classes I would pass a Starbucks at least twice and I throughout my four semesters down there I never once gave in. Sure when I walked by I could smell the aroma of the wonderfully brewed coffee-I don't drink coffee but there's nothing wrong with liking the smell... riiight?! (Let's just say, if they had a wallflower with the smell I'd buy it all.) But, the very last day I broke. At the beginning of the semester I had promised myself that I would go there one time-for all the times I stayed away I think I earned it.
The celebratory you're done with school you did it dinner was celebrated later that night at five guys. And Brand bought me grad balloons, yummy treats, and made me a sign that said I congratulate you. He pulled a Dwight.
Thursday ended quickly and then friday, saturday, and sunday rolled around. I went through all my childhood toys, donated some of them, gave some to family, and of course kept the sentimental ones for whenever I have kids. Saturday was our typical day-Brand was studying, I volunteered and I found some new cheetah flats from jcpenny, mine were getting quiiite gnarly.
Sunday was family and church day and we watched home videos-boy was I a brat when I turned 12.
Happy Monday Friends!!
oh p.s. starbucks is having their half day frappuccinos now through may 10th from 3-5 pm (no they didn't pay me to say this!)