I've become grossly aware that I have no friends. No, no, I'm not looking for pity. I don't want any sympathy texts or appalled gasps. This is life. You see, I have tons of acquaintances. I run around town and can almost always find a familiar face to exchange a hello with, but I don't have anyone (with the exception of my roommates) that will call me up on the weekends to go do crazy fun things. It's okay. I'm getting used to it. I always find myself feeling like a loner at the beginning of the semester. Anyway, things will change once the semester settles down. The moral of this story is that I've become a mooch. I mooch friends off of my roommates, which, bless their hearts, means I tag along on their fun adventures. This weekend we drove to a little town called Saint Anthony, or "San Antonio" if you served your mission in Mexico! Bowling with the whole place to ourselves? Well, don't mind if we do!
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We got some AWESOME bowling shoes to wear. Unlike the kind
given out at more ritzy establishments, these make you look like
a genuine clown. |
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| We are so cute. I'm wearing purple pants |
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| Mariah and I! Roommates for life! |
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