it is 10:13pm, why the fuck do I still have my bra on?
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HAVE AN APPOINTMENT TO LOOK AT AN APARTMENT TOMORROW.
Thank god.
One step closer to getting out of my parents’ house.
I love my parents. A lot. But I need to get out of this house. And yes I’ve only been home a cumulative total of 6 days (not even consecutive haaaa).
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A Brief Word
So the reason I haven’t been blogging about yoga lately is because it hasn’t been happening. The last time I did yoga (like, actually did it…not just a few poses here and there to loosen my back up, etc) was 9 days ago. NINE.
I’ve identified what the problem is:
1) I miss my studio in Harrisonburg. Desperately. It was tiny, friendly, and offered hot ashtanga yoga. The instructor was amazing and I worked with her exclusively and need her back in my life.
2) This studio is now 2 hours away.
3) I tried a studio up here in NoVA but it just didn’t cut it for me.
4) Also, yoga is really expensive here.
5) I’m not comfortable with my skill level yet to make a whole routine for home practice.
6) So instead, I’m blogging about not doing yoga
7) HALP
If you live in the DC area (more like NoVA), do you have any suggestions of places to go? I’m particularly interested in hot yoga (this girl likes to sweat, just sayin’).
This rambling, incoherent post has been brought to you by 2 hours of sleep.
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Except this actually happened to me?
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Today, I’m 22. And there’s no one I’d rather be dancing with.
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I’ve always been a bracelet kinda girl. (Taken with instagram)
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I don’t know
Hey pals,
Thanks for sticking with me while I instragrammed/instaSPAMMED the shit out out of my road trip.
I’m home now. Just in time for my birthday and to repack for Quantico. Oh and detox from all the disgusting food I ate and all the dranks I dranked.
File under: doing big thaaannngs.
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Awesome street art in Asheville. (Taken with instagram)
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Food and beer is good in Asheville (aka beer city USA) (Taken with instagram)
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Casual afternoon at the Biltmore (Taken with instagram)
