sometimes awkward things happen in elevators. and by sometimes, i mean all the time. especially when you are by yourself and one other person is in there. uh...hi...you live here too? ok. what do you say? or when you are with a friend, and you are shaking your hand and making loud noises. because that's what you do. and two boys are outside and cannot see said friend. so you end up looking like you're having a spaz attack all by yourself. cute.
and this is what Bronte looks like after a shopping trip. not so awkward. but it did require another trip in the elevator. which i am now trying to avoid.
saturday nights. and dancing in the Hart. that means we're there.
don't we look fabulous? shiny faces and all.
there is just something about my ears being full of music and people all over that makes me want to dance. because i don't do it enough in normal life... point is, dance parties are fun. even in Rexburg. true story.
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