I go to BYU. For those of you who are living under a rock, we have a pretty great basketball team led by a little guy named Jimmer Fredette. If you don't know who he is, just type his name in your search bar. Go ahead. Find out.
I really wish I were a BYU basketball fan so I could write a whole post about how amazing the San Diego State game was and how bad SDSU got jimmered. But I didn't watch it. And I don't believe in professing my love for a team I've never watched play. So I'll just fredetteaboutit. But I am proud to go to a school that is now getting nationally recognized. That pretty much makes me famous, which is really all I care about.
Anyway. I will, however, profess my love for the best friends ever. I think it's a pretty good sign that when you have to have a girls night because one of your girls just got her heart broken and the night ends in a fist fight, you've got yourself a pretty rockin' group of girls on your hands. That's tough love. That's true love.
"fist fight" eh? That's what you call it?! :)
ReplyDeleteoh no, who's heart is broke? and which boys legs subsequently need breaking?
ReplyDeleteNow was that foreshadowing of a post to come? Or is that all we get?
ReplyDeleteNo further blog post. And ok, maybe I just started punching her. But she was laughing. So I think that's a good sign.
ReplyDeleteuh oh!!!
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't me this time.
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