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It’s been 103 days.

103 days since I’ve seen my family.

103 days since I’ve seen my puppy.

103 days since I’ve seen my best friend.

103 days since I’ve been home.

and it’s finally happening.  I can’t wait to finally see everyone and physically hug them and feel them in my arms instead of just saying hello through text or facetime. Being away for so long has really changed my perspective on some things. I mean, i guess in the grand scheme of things 3 months isn’t that long, but for an 18 year old girl who hasn’t ever really stayed away from home…yeah it’s a big damn deal. Before leaving for college I was the typical older sibling that was always annoyed with her younger siblings. However, being away from them has really made me appreciate them even more.  I miss their nagging and the random outbreaks into song, and the weird questions, and even the little stupid arguments.  It’s part of family life and I’ve been missing out on it for 3 months.  It’s weird living with people all your own age or a little older (at least for me).  It’s not something I’m used to. I miss my mama’s hugs and my dad’s lectures and advice.  As much as they were annoying sometimes I loved them and living life without those small things is significantly different.  I can’t wait to be back living with my family even if it only is for less than a week.

Missing my best friend is difficult too.  We talk about it every time we post something on this blog but I don’t know how I’ve made it this long without seeing Bailey.  Like this shit is super difficult.  She’s basically like my girlfriend except not because we both like boys.  Yet, she acts the same way. We’re protective over each other and we get jealous and we want to spend all the time we have together.  It’s been so long since I’ve seen Bill and I absolutely cannot wait to Koala Bear her and just hold on forever. I’m looking forward to just sitting in silence and being on our phones…cause that’s what we do best.  But I also can’t wait to just see her face.  Facetime doesn’t cut it. Pictures don’t do it justice.  When I see my best friend for the first time in 103 days, I will cry and I will just look at her.  Cause can it be real? Are we really finally together? We’ve both been counting down for so long and it’s finally here.

I’ll be home in 8 hours 🙂

Hopefully by this time you’re over the fact that you’re not my number one on snapchat. Just give me some time to fix it. ily man, forever.


7 days

image1 (1)This is my countdown until Abi gets back home. I think it’s been going on for a good two months now, and it’s finally at 7 days. One week until I get to see my best friend again and words can’t even describe my excitement.

Being 491 miles away from your best friend for 96 days is weird, and it’s even weirder that when I do see her it’ll be 103 days since I saw her last. August 14th was the last day I saw Abi in real life. She came over in the morning, and when I answered the door she was already bawling her eyes out, and I’m pretty sure I shut the door on her, and then had to open it back up. That was a rough morning. We gave each other our gifts, and cried even more. After Abi and I hugged for the last time, I just cried. It’s not like she was dead, or I would never see her again. It was just hard knowing we weren’t going to be in the same state, that we may (or may not) make new friends that weren’t each other, that we would have to go into college without each other by our sides. I was also crying because I was seeing One Direction that night, and I knew I would only be able to tell Abi about it over facetime, calling or texting her. And you can’t really express the real emotions you felt over the phone, but I knew Abi would kind of understand because she just knows.

College has been rough. It’s been good, but it’s been rough. Not having Abi here to just give me a hug, or even cuddle with (even though I had to initiate it) kinda sucks. Because there are just those days when you need your best friend with you because you’re in a shitty mood, and you’re contemplating your whole life and future. And there’s no way you can do that without factoring in what your best friend thinks, and it’s hard when they’re a state away from you. We text, almost every day. We facetime, maybe once a week. But none of that compares to actually laying in the same bed and sitting on our phones and not talking to each other. That’s what I really miss, just being in the presence of Abi and sitting on twitter, retweeting things for her to look at without actually telling her about it. I miss laying in bed and watching Netflix documentaries with her. I just really miss Abi.

Now there’s only a week until I see her again. Seven days until I can run up to her and give her a huge hug and we can actually talk face to face and cry together. 168 hours until we can go to Sonic and get milkshakes and french fries just like we did before college started. And I know we’ll only see other for a few days, and it probably won’t be every single day, but that doesn’t matter. Because we’ll finally be in the same town again.

And 491 miles will finally turn into 2 miles.


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I thought introducing Abi would be easy, that’s why I came up with the idea. But I’ve realized its not. When you know so much about someone, it’s hard to decide what to tell others, because you want to keep certain things to yourself so only you know it. And that’s pretty selfish, but it’s true. There’s things about Abi that not a lot of people know that’s she told me. She knows things about me that I’m pretty sure I don’t even know about myself. She’s such an amazing person and to try to describe her to someone is nearly impossible. But here it goes anyway.

You see, Abi, she’s my best friend. I don’t have a lot of best friends, only two actually, so for her to be one makes her a damn special person. She’s incredibly selfless, and thinks about everyone else before herself. I’ve only been best friends with Abi since junior year of high school, but in the almost two years that she has been my best friend, I’ve learned that she is probably one of the most amazing people in this world. She could be struggling with school, with boys, with friends, and I could make one comment to her about how I was having a bad day, and she’ll automatically try to cheer me up. She could be having the worst day in the world, but she’ll always find a way to cheer someone else up.

I’m trying not to describe Abi the same way she did me, but it’s pretty difficult because we’re practically the same person. Just like me, Abi doesn’t really like when you bring up college to her. Don’t ask her what she’s majoring in, where she sees herself in a few years, or why she chose to go all the way to Ohio for school. Just don’t ask her. Instead, ask her “Hey, I heard you like One Direction; who’s your favorite?” or “Hey, I heard you like Harry Potter; what’s your favorite book out of the series?” She still might cry just as much as she would if she was talking about college, but they’ll be different tears, and she won’t want to strangle you.

That’s another thing about Abi. She cries. I cry too, that’s why were such good friends I think. She just has a huge heart, and things get to her easily. And that’s okay, because it makes her a wonderful person, just a bit sensitive. There are times that Abi and I just sit and cry, and we yell at each other to knock it off and suck it up. But we both know that it’ll never change, and at each other’s weddings, we’ll probably cry more than our moms.

She’s a firm believer that there’s nothing Netflix, donuts, and pizza can’t fix. Seriously, I think if it was legal to get married to any or all of those three items, she would. And she would have no ragrets.

Abi’s literally probably the most beautiful person I know. Her milkshake constantly brings boys to the yard and for that, I’m jealous. She also makes the most beautiful faces in snapchats (please refer to pictures above). No but in all seriousness, I’ve never seen someone take as many gorgeous selfies as Abi, and even though I despise them, she still rocks them.

Abi’s just my best friend. That’s how I would describe her. As my best friend, because to be that, you have to be weird, and sarcastic, and emotional, and a little crazy because who the hell would want to be friends with me. But I’m glad I have Abi. Because she’s just the cutest little ball of sunshine God’s ever made. And I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

(Okay, I’d trade her for Louis Tomlinson, but shhhh)


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This is my best friend Bailey. (also known as Karen, William, Bill, Billy, or Boll)

Friends with butterflies, wearer of a retainer, hater of selfies, drinker of alcohol, lover of many things like One Direction, whales, british people, and most importantly…me

I really should be studying for my Biology exam that is tomorrow but instead I’m writing this and listening to sad playlists. It’s setting the mood nicely considering the fact that I miss Bill so much and I just broke up with my boyfriend.

Where do I even begin? Well when you first get to know her, Bailey will probably be kind of shy but give it about a day and she’ll be talking normally. She hates being asked about college. So unless you want to piss her off don’t do that. Want to get her talking for awhile? Ask her what her favorite aquatic animal is.

She is out of this world gorgeous.  Like honestly my best friend is probably the prettiest girl on the planet ❤ Her lips are coveted by many black men, she looks good in a toga and our prom pictures are probably better than yours.

Bailey is driven and ambitious but at the same time likes to relax. Much like me she struggles with being motivated all the time to do the shit she has to do.  However, in the end it’ll get done and there will be (hopefully) a good grade.

She fantasizes and dreams mainly about sugar daddies and teacups but also just wishes Augustus Waters was real, alive and well (but foreal like who doesn’t wish that).  She wishes that college was easier and that we wouldn’t have to be living so far apart.

She cries a lot because her emotions run high.  and One Direction probably did a thing. We give each other reality checks quite often though. *sadness* She sleeps a lot and doesn’t like to get out of bed. She only has a few enemies and will do virtually anything for the people she loves.

The best part of Bailey is that she loves to have fun. Her sense of humor is sarcastic and perfect and makes me smile. No matter what the situation is, there will always be something to laugh about, at least that’s the way it is with us.  Then again, what Bill and I have is special. I honestly don’t know how it all happened but when you find someone who is this similar to you…just don’t give them up. Because they’ll be there for you til the end of time and then some.  You’ll bond and do the most ridiculous things together. (trust me) And don’t be afraid to be yourself because you’ll never know what will strike up the first conversation with you and your future soul mate.

“Wait, do you like One Direction too?”

we’re just the daddy long legs of life.


If you haven’t downloaded Daddy Long Legs onto your phone, don’t. If you have, then you’ve experienced a day in the life of Abi and I.

It wasn’t until 185 falls into the game that I realized that my life was completely mirrored by this stupid game. The object of it is simple; just get the daddy long leg to walk as far as you can by tapping on the screen. But the unnaturally long legs and large, square-ass body of the spider just ruins everything. You fall flat on your face, on the back of your head, and sometimes in very unnatural split positions because you can never quite get the timing right. You basically can’t move without failing and getting hurt. And that my friends, has been Abi and I’s college story so far.

It hasn’t been easy, and we don’t know what were doing. It seems like everyday, new things are thrown at us, and we’re just trying to stand tall and get through it, but we end up falling. Flat on our face, so many times we get a concussion award. Sometimes you’re playing and you’re doing so well. You get a few steps in, and you’re like “Man this is going to work out, I’m gonna break my record”, and seconds later you’re on the ground. Again. They even start celebrating early, throwing down confetti, and then you don’t beat your record and they’re like “fuck you, no more confetti”. And then it’s just sad. Once I feel like I understand what I want to do in life, and where I think I’ll be in 5 years, something happens. Someone brings up a situation that I’ve never thought of, I start to doubt myself, and I think to myself if college is even the right place for me to be. You lead yourself on so much, imagining the real world working out completely right- thinking you’ll beat your goal and making that spider walk a certain distance- and then you just fail. But, just like in the game, persistence is key (how corny is that shit). You have to keep trying, work harder, and even if you’re on your 434th fall (yes, I play that often), you get up and you try again. College isn’t easy. I never really thought it would be that easy, but I definitely did not expect crying almost every night out of frustration or stress.

But that’s why Abi and I have each other. Because we can text each other whenever, call each other whenever, and we’ll both tell each other to knock it off and stop crying. We tell each other that we’ll be able to get through these four years, and it might be a rocky beginning, but we’ll get used to it.  It might take us 1000 falls until we meet our goal and we finally get confetti thrown at us, but we’ll get there someday.

But for now, we’re just daddy long legs.

so we made a blog….?


Two best friends wanted to make a blog…so they googled how.

We don’t know if we’ll be famous from this blog. We don’t know if we’ll post all the time. We don’t know a lot about grammar (even though we’re in college). We don’t know if these posts will be good. and to be honest, we don’t even know how to blog.


We do know we’ll be friends forever. We know nothing will ever come between us. We know we can’t wait to see each other in 28 days. We know being at college 491 miles away from each other won’t change anything about our friendship. We know we’re basically the same person. We know buzzfeed articles know us too well. We know we don’t have a generic friendship.  We know we’re in love with One Direction. We know whatever happens we will always be there for each other.

“Though we might not always be physically with them, we are never spiritually, emotionally, or mentally without them. We carry them everywhere, through everything.”

Here’s to a new blog between those two best friends that miss each other very much, that have no idea what they’re doing with their lives, and that wanna have some fun in this world.

pass the fireball.