You wanna know what's weird? Standing on the sidelines of a football practice field wearing a band tee, a thrifted (and below-knee length) vividly patterned skirt and deteriorating Keds is weird. Feeling like an "artsy outcast" and staring at sweaty, muscular men is weird. Listening to Butch Jones shout in a secret language which is projected across the field is weird. It's all very, very weird, but I loved it.
So, here's evidence that I one) have no idea what I'm doing and two) forgot a fundamental practice. My lovely pal Dargan rolled his eyes in disbelief when I smiled and said "Oh, uh, no. I did not take a picture of Butch." Let's hope that I get better. xoxo//hc
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