cleat chasers

I took forever to post this because I've been jamming to every single song linked up to pretty whitty's link up. You are welcome for my jam. It's not really a jam but that was my favorite Nsync song as I was CERTAIN that they wrote it for me. I am so embarrassed of my middle school life it's not even funny.

If you don't like that one, I hope you like this one. We have a sing-off obsession in our house.

I would say that we should get back to normal programming today, but I don't have any of that. Let's chat about the crush link up yesterday. I found so many new blogs and I LOVED it! I also noticed that some of the girls who were crushing on me (still blushing) mentioned they liked my college stories. So for today, I went through old Facebook pictures. It was REALLY hard to not delete them all out of pure embarrassment. I just didn't know any better...that's what I'm telling myself. 

Last weekend I mentioned that we went to some baseball games. At one point a group of ten or so girls walked in and they looked like they were going to a beauty pageant. Andre' immediately said something about how they were cleat chasers. I said something about me never being that obvious. 

I was wrong.

It doesn't get ANY more obvious than that, my friends. It helps a little that the one in the middle was sort of "dating" one of the players. And if you think she was actually dating him, you never had any fun during college.

I talk more about my time at LSU, but I did have some fun times at SFA for a year and a half. My hair and feet did not, however. WHAT is that hair-do and WHAT are those shoes?! And WHY did any of my "friends" not tell me to go to a fashion workshop?

If you look through most of my photos on FB (please don't), all of my sorority sisters are wearing skimpy little tops and I'm wearing a polo or a button up. Does it make sense now why no boy at SFA ever talked to me? Well that and I was scared of them. This is the one time that I decided to join my friends in their fashion sense. I am not joking when I say that I left that frat party terrified and never wore anything like this again. I wasn't lying when I said that I was scared of boys. FOR GOOD REASON - all the guys in the fraternities at SFA were huge creepers. I became unscared when I met nice boys at LSU. 

Just a cute little photo-shoot through downtown Nacogdoches during Christmas. In 2007. I feel so old.

And then one time we swept the row. Get it?! We were the only house at chapter quota and our adviser brought out this cute little broom. And I wore pigtails. And bows, duh. See also: why boys didn't talk to me. 

And now, obviously, I am going to spend the weekend getting inspiration for posts next week.