Allow me to elaborate on how great Sundays are in college:
-Despite waking up at the butt crack of dawn, I actually look forward to going to church to see my buds and creep on hot boys...well, as hot as Mormon boys get. YOU, Mr. hipster with the skinny jeans that accentuate your chicken legs, you are such a hottie hot hottie.
-Student speakers are either really good or they make you feel really uncomfortable (A Philipino who is emo = Philipemo?) I feed off this stuff.
-Having post-church brunch with aforementioned buds. The food is just a little bit better when you're with them, I tell ya.
-"Family" dinner with my little loved ones. Cooking chicken aka "Messy Face" in the mini kitchen with no supplies. It's like primitive living with good laughs.
-Random conversations in the laundry room with the boys next door.
-Studying. Just kidding that was probably only funny to me.
On a side note, I went to the Speed Skating World Cup with my momma this Saturday. Speed skating is actually super fun to watch in real life. They have very muscular butts; don't act like you wouldn't look.
