house of Laine

I haven’t written in a while, not because life has been boring. If anything, life has been giving me a little too much material.

Since my last post, I’ve moved back home (for the time being), survived my freshman year of college, and learned that “summer break” is a very generous term for whatever it is I’m currently doing. Mostly I’ve just been tired.

Now, onto the topic everyone secretly wants to hear about: the boy situation.

Unfortunately, I cannot provide a satisfying update because I don’t even know what’s going on myself. It’s confusing, mildly concerning, and has become the emotional equivalent of finding a tangled necklace in the bottom of your jewelry box. Every time I think I’ve figured it out, somehow it gets worse.

Don’t worry, though. There will absolutely be a separate post dedicated to that disaster because even my very small audience deserves the tea.

I’ve also added a more recent photo of myself because I realized this blog is beginning to suggest that I own exactly one outfit.

The yellow dress remains adorable. However, it’s one of those stretchy strapless dresses that requires a level of confidence I simply do not possess. The girls know exactly what I mean. One wrong move and suddenly you’re spending the entire evening adjusting your outfit instead of enjoying yourself. Cute for pictures, stressful in practice.