It's better than yours.

School is hard. JUST KIDDING. I only had yoga today, so I was going home to study for my science test tomorrow...and decided to randomly check our mailbox. Long story short, care packages from best friends an hour away are day makers. Nacho Libre: the only movie we absolutely need for our library, except maybe Mean Girls.

Cute notes, with specific advice for the two of us. She knows us, so well. 

And our favorite gum. Because obviously, we're all dating so much. Not really. There's a reason our Bieber board is empty. 

Hailee's a winner. And I get to see her tomorrrrrrooooowww! (And my family. And Terri. And Dave. Yay. :) ) It's been a good day. 

Finally, last night, Emi and I were the only ones up after 11. And all she wanted to do was play with PhotoBooth. I think she likes my computer more than I do. And she looked like a hipster yesterday--in case you were all wondering. 

Well. Nutella Banana Bread has their second volleyball game today, and I'm sure we'll get creamed again. But it's okay, because we have the best (and only) costumes in the league. And we have more team spirit than the rest of them combined. NBBOD. 

It's even better than we think.

Somedays, things just go exactly how you want them to. Go Radio, my favorite band on this entire planet, let their new album become available for streaming a week before it's release. I'm not ashamed to admit that I booked it home from class, ran into my apartment, yelled "IS ANYBODY HOME??" plugged my computer into the stereo when the answer was negative, and blasted every song on there at least 4 times. Then calmly put my headphones in and listened to it by myself while everyone did homework. And then I took a nap. College is exhausting. 

We joined an intramural volleyball team. And ladies and gents? We're fierce. Tropical shirts, glitter makeup, and funky hair. We're excellent. We got slaughtered, but it's definitely worth the laughs---and taunts--we get from the other teams. 

Here's our team in it's entirely. Nutella Banana Bread. Brought to you by Pope Benedict XVI, Charles Schwab, and Tia and Tamara Mowry. 

In celebration of our loss, the snitches of 102 went to IHop. We were the only people in the restaurant, and we all ordered the same thing. Poor waitress.

 After running a marathon from Old Farm, to Pineview, and back to Old Farm, we finally found Mitch and Josh and Matt and Jim and watched Taken. Which was not a good idea, at 12 in the morning. So we got home, and discovered we were absolutely delirious. While we were washing our football makeup off, I walked out to this. Night world. We're tired.