kings, ice cream, and the olsen twins.

the glory days of consuming mass amounts of bidet coke. 

so i'm pretty sure everyone has that one friend. the ashley to your mary-kate. the free bar water to your bar dancing. the "ditto" to your "wanna just watch a movie and eat ice cream." if you don't, i'm so sorry. but this is the story all about my bffl, and how sometimes, #friendsarethefamilyyouchooseforyourselves.

moving out of quinn. sad dayzzz.

rylee and i met freshman year at cua and her posse kind of adopted me towards the end of october/early november. we were going over another friends house to bake christmas cookies and went to the eddie j  beforehand. ry sat across from me and i remembered being really confused as to whether or not i was a contestant in the game of 20(thousand) questions or what. seriously, homegirl gave me the third degree.

grunchy brunch.

fast forward to senior year, and after living together for a semester and a borderline ridiculous amount of sleepovers (considering our buildings are on the same campus) we are still besties. lady is getting married this summer and i am so excited for her and the future hubby but also secretly slightly melancholic that we'll never live together again (unless tim okays me moving in. tim?)

but essentially, rylee is the type of friend that every girl needs. she scolds me when i'm being stupid. we enjoyed heated debates that reach no conclusions cause we're stubborn (literally, i was totally unaware that this wasn't normal.) ry forgives me for ruining so many surprises. she invited me to hang out with her and her mom in florida over spring break. then she let me drink too much wine and forgot to tell me to stop talking. whatever. and when we say we're actually going to go out this weekend, we both are secretly happy when we resolve to mix drinks, eat ice cream and watch a movie. basically, sometimes, we're barrels of fun. and even when we're not, we are. so there.

when people text us to ask what we're doing and we respond with a picture of us to tell them we're lying and bed and watch a movie. the usual. 

i'm super lucky to have such a friend as rylee and to be able to count her as a part of my many "families." I'm ultra jazzed to witness her journey into this next phase of life with her timothy, but please all, cross your fingers and say your prayers that we'll end up in the same city so i can steal her from time to time for some much needed raising helen and coffee heath bar crunch.

side note. we're actually the worst at getting pictures together. because its usually one of us behind the camera. awkward.