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Spring quarter always has a way of rushing up on me. One day it's Winter and life feels chilly and well paced and then suddenly, I wake up one morning to find a layer of pollen on my car and sandals on my pale feetsies. I'm a winter person (nothing suits me better than layered clothing and bowls of hot risotto), but there's something about Savannah in the Spring that makes you want to drive for hours with the windows down and the sticky breeze on your face. That, and the flowers. You guys. The flowers. They're unreal. 

Also, what better way to welcome in warmer weather with a set of cornrows? Oli had those bad boy braids for a solid week after her trip to the Bahamas for Spring Break. She knows how to rock a row. 

Me and Susie at the Library. No one loves the fashion reference section of Jen more than this gal. 

Me and the bros on our front porch on Easter. We're all looking so ladylike, aren't we? Nothing calls for dresses and manners quite like Easter brunch. 

Our delicious Easter bounty. Some cherished family recipes. Some new ventures. But all ridiculously good. (I made potatoes gratin with bearnaise sauce). Eating meals like this gets me excited for days in the future when hosting holiday dinners will be my responsibility to tackle. 

 Spencer's turned 21! We celebrated with dinner at Local and I made chocolate chocolate birthday cupcakes with sea salt. Remember: the best way to ring in a new year of life is with mountains and mountains of salty chocolate.

Baille Younkman can be blamed for this pic. She's trained me to see accidental art on the walls of my own city. There's so much around when I take a second to look. 

I love these people. Even just hanging out on the couch watching marathons of Nashville is an absurd amount of fun. Sometimes I can't believe that I've only known them for three years. Sometimes I can't believe that I've already known them for three years. Can time just please slow down a little bit? Especially on weekends? K. Cool. Thanks. 

Back

Oh, dears. It's been a while. 

The cable guy paid a visit to our house today and we are now up and running with super fancy cable and Wifi in our house. 

I was trying to avoid complaining about not having internet/tv for the last couple of days because really, I never want to be that dependent on something so trivial. In a way, I was enjoying being  able to be somewhat unplugged for a bit, but I have to say, I am excited that it's back because I've had so much to blog about  ever since saying goodbye to KP on Friday at the airport. This little Bushka has been quite busy. 

The weather in Savannah is uncharacteristically wonderful for this time of year and I can already feel fall sort of rolling in. But, maybe it's mostly in my head because it still is about 85 degrees out here.  (It's because I'm just soooo sick of shorts. For goodness sakes!)

Lately there has already been plenty of cooking and eating and unpacking and exploring and laughing and hugging. 

Can you tell if I'm happy to be back or not? 

So far, this quarter is living up to it's great potential-- and it's only day 5!

OH PY GAwSH.

Can we please take a moment to talk about how freaking cool Spencer Malinski is? I mean. What? 

She's such a big shot on the West Coast this summer. Two internships. Modeling errywherr. Eating Cheez-Its with my dad and hanging out with my Grandma. Again: What? 

While we're at it, let's check in with the other inhabitants of the now uninhabited Fantasy Suite:

Claire and Frances are taking on Europe and doing it in style. These kids don't mess around. Classy as always, ladies. Classy. As. Always. 

And back in the heartland, Oli is changing everything you thought you knew about the high school graduation portrait. This player is reinventing the game and throwing it back in your face at the same time. Wa-wa-wa-watch out. 

About 84% of this applies:

A Letter To My College-Age Self

JUL. 3, 2012

By ALEXANDRA GEHRINGER 

Live. Wildly, recklessly, and with as much passion as you can muster. Make out with your RA during Freshman Orientation. Accept one last drink from the cute guy behind the keg at the frat house basement. Stay out after the bars close. Make friends with the cab drivers. Lay in the middle of the street laughing with your best girls. Watch the Notebook at 3 a.m. when you're all drunk and have a good cry over failed relationship attempts. Get up on the damn stage and sing some freakin' karaoke already. 

Recognize the true moments. Wake up in the middle of the night for the first snow of the season and watch the city turn white with your roommates. (You might even want to put on John Mayer’s underrated, though classic, “St. Patrick’s Day” and sway arm in arm while singing along.) Find “your” desk in the library. Watch Grey’s Anatomy every week because you never know when a good thing can turn bad (hint: third season). Sit on top of the washing machines and have life chats with that random girl from upstairs. She’ll end up being one of your best friends.

Be careful. Don’t use that fake ID you found on the sidewalk. You don’t look 28 and you’re certainly not a Pacific Islander. Observe Cinco de Mayo, but be cautious of the tequila… that one doesn’t end well for you. No private planes, no matter what. Study. All the men you’ll ever date will have the same name — run now from the first one in a curious line of many. Get mad, but don’t stay mad. Shopping isn’t always the answer.

Let yourself off the hook. So you sleep through your first exam of college. So you crush on a gay guy for an entire semester. So you have a blowout with your roommates. So you eventually do sing on karaoke night and it’s a train wreck. So you throw up Chipotle and Jose Cuervo on the basket of shoes under your bed. So you spend all your money. So you get a D+ in Italian. So you got on that plane.  So you dated him.

Go to class. Call your mother. You’ll be fine.

Workin for the Weekend

Yeep yeep yeep! We are going to Charlotte this weekend and I am so excited. It's going to be mid 50s and from what I hear, this beautiful tree covered city is starting to transition into reds and yellows. 

Maybe it's the latte I just downed, but my hands are literally shaking in anticipation. There will be food. There will be fall. There will be festivities documented in fotos. Alliterations galore.

In the meantime, we have a four hour drive ahead of us accompanied by a super playlist composed by Spencer and I of VH1's 100 greatest songs of the 2000's. It's amazing. Basically reliving the most conscious years of my life thus far.

Olivia

IT IS HERE.

As I mentioned the other day, I finally sat down with Olivia to ask her a few questions, have a ball of laughs and complete what has come to be one of my absolute favorite things I've ever done on this blog-- the getting to know you interviews. 

As you all can probably tell by any of my blogging having to do with roommates so far this year, Olivia is the absolute best. Even though her moving in with us was pretty much the start of our friendship, I literally already have grown so close to her and cannot imagine this year without her. Olivia is an insanely talented artist, terribly smart and a positively kind person.

I'm going to stop myself before I make the video completely pointless and give all the spoilers away, but let me just give a quick shout out to her budding photography skillz because you should all go check out her Flickr to see how legit she is-- and to get a good laugh at me trying to channel my inner faery (Didn't you hear? I'm a model now). 

Oh! And also-- let me just make a quick comment on the length of the videos. Sometimes, when people come up to me on the street and recognize me from the blog I make my friends watch the videos I make, one of their first questions is why in the world is this video so stankin long? Well, young squire, my answer is this: Because I like it that way. When these videos are first recorded they sometimes are up to an hour long (you know how girls are-- we just can't seem to stop gabbing about makeup and boys and cleaning supplies and what not). That means I have to cut out 45 WHOLE MINUTES of interview gold to really get down to the real hard hitting stuff that interview legends are made of. Therefore, a 15 minute video is really like a small glimpse in comparison to what I could be making you losers watch. Basically, what I'm trying to say is... be grateful. And just watch the whole thing! Everything Olivia says is super interesting, I promise. And if not for her, watch it for the eye candy on the left. I hear she's single and ready to mingle.