For the last hour and a half I've been telling myself how impressive it is that I'm up - being that with jet lag my body feels like it's three hours later than it really is. Don't worry, Internet, I just figured out that I'm actually quite unimpressive. See, when you move from the west coast to the east coast you lose three hours - not gain them. This means that I shouldn't be tired, at all. Not even a little bit. Staying up 'til nine is nothing to be proud of (no offense, dad). I've been busy, though, editing away on Andrew's pictures. Remember when I said cool boys intimidated me? Andrew scored three touchdowns and made roughly a hundred tackles in last weekend's season opener. This makes him the epitome of coolness and may or may not have totally mortified me. How was I supposed to take pictures that reflected the cool that oozed from his veins?! In order to prepare I called Colton from Andrew's driveway and asked for a pep talk (no joke). I can't remember an ounce of what Cole said but somehow he managed to get me out of the car, off the phone, and into Andrew's house. I was tempted to play the Space Jams mix from my high school basketball warm ups, but sadly it never made it to my iPod. Maybe that's for the better...
Then this guy wanted to join us and I couldn't have been happier. No really, I actually don't think I could have been any happier.
Hannah, I know we're friends and all, but you have a very handsome brother.