You may have noticed I haven’t posted in the last few days. While I made it safely to college, I have now been swept up by the training tornado. It starts at 9 am and doesn’t end til 8pm, with breaks pretty much only for meals (which I’m using as business lunches for club meetings) and then I bring home “RA homework” afterwards and have simply had zero time for ECE. Super Sad, I know.
I promise as soon as this storm blows over I will be giving ECE all the attention she deserves. Posts of my dorm, trials and tales of RA life, as well as any mischief I get into will be reported soon enough.
You may have noticed my glorious little counter in the bottom corner that excitedly proclaims only two more days til I’m back on campus! “What does that mean for East Cost Elegance?” You ask. Never fear my dears! Although my J. Adler Agenda is packed to the brim with meetings, appointments and to-do lists, I am beyond excited to transfer some of my École enthusiasm to ECE.
Now, I want your opinion. What types of posts would you like to see this Fall on East Coast Elegance? Here’s your chance! I’m listening! Help me keep things fabulous and relevant.
This morning we decided to take a trip to Charlotte to visit with my sister and nephew. I may not get a lot of WP time, so here’s a video to enjoy in the mean time. Although it’s Jenna Marbles and not me, it was basically the same situation when I was packing.
I won’t deny I know what I’ve done. I attended his family gatherings in the sweetest of disguises. I positioned myself perfectly in the crook of his arm and laid my head on his chest on numerous occasions. I let him kiss my forehead and hold my hand. I let him cook me dinner, sipped his beer and listened while his little family secrets slipped into conversation here and there.
Maybe we used each other? No one wants to watch the fireworks alone. We wouldn’t be the first. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that right about the time I decided on having a summer fling, he casually took the seat next to me, cheersing our drinks without permission. I believe in fate after all.
I hadn’t planned on him though. I expected an absent-minded jock type. Not much more between the ears than whiskey and baseball. Of course I knew he was beautiful. I didn’t know he was sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. I never would’ve guessed he cared. I didn’t know he was such a hard worker, or that he laughed so much. I didn’t know he had bad vision like me, or intense road-rage. I never considered where his Mom might be, or how important his Step-Mom’s opinion was. I didn’t hear about his back injury. I sort of figured he got into Chapel Hill on extracurriculars and a couple good math tests. I didn’t know he was so fascinated by geography. I didn’t know he was kind of lonely. I didn’t know him at all.
It’s plain to me how lucky some girl’s going to be. He’s going to be someone’s “The One“. Not mine, but hopefully some worthy girl, somewhere floating below the mason-dixon. He’s not perfect, who is? He made a mistake or two, that’s for sure. Still, I hope we all find someone like him in the end, because my God, he was good.
Now I’ve never been one of those crazed fan girls with t-shirts, posters and tickets to every concert, but damn. This kid. Phillip Phillips. He’s freaking beautiful, in that boy next door sort of way. And hells bells he sings too. Please enjoy an assortment of photos I’ve creepily curated for your visual pleasure.
If you’re listening world, cue the soaked t-shirt GQ pics. You know the ones. I bet those curls look perfect drenched. K Thanks.
P.S. Here’s his music video. Perfect for college season if I do say so myself.
You may have noticed a peppy little counter in the bottom corner of ECE that exclaims (currently) 8 more days until Move In Day! I am pumped. I’ve started packing, Do It Yourself-ing, and making to-do lists galore. What I haven’t prepared for is that one freaking girl that gets on my last damn nerve.
She’s outwardly perfect, of course. In her vineyard vines frock and madden girl wedges, not one hair is out of place. She’s also one of these types that doesn’t need an invitation to come and have lunch/dinner with you. She comes, plops her tiny ass down, and starts probing into your life. Asking questions and then chuckling to herself after your every word. Imagine that scene in Mean Girls when Cady considers how things would be handled in animal world and she launches herself across the table at Regina. Yeah, that’s how I feel about this one.
Now Finally I know how to handle her. :) Enjoy my friends, enjoy. Also, beware of adult language and topics.