I don't think I'll ever come back down

Last semester we were told to find our niche. Of course I chose music. A niche is something you feel you know a lot about. But just like a new semester, my life in college is just as new. No, I’m not new to college, I’m new to the college life. So, if a niche is something you’re good at; this is it.


My life, along with the life of Bre Armstrong has shifted. For the better? We’re still figuring it out.

So this is the statement we are living by : Anything that could possibly go wrong for us, does.

Someday when we’re out of college, we will laugh. In the mean time, we’re just two young girls trying to survive ridiculously bad luck.

So here are a few things a college girl should avoid :

The James Building.
Let’s face it, as much as we all want to overlook the fact that our school has catacombs in the basement, it does not overlook us. On a random night, Bre and I experienced something no one should ever have to. Footprints, noises, flickering lights, and chains is not something you want to experience when there is no one else around.

Downtown Riverside.
Just because there is no one around, is not an excuse to park in a tow zone. The mean( and shady) tow people will try to take your money, and your car! A 10 minute boba run, could turn into a 3 hour license revoked dilemma that involves middle men, cops, and rap music.

Night runs through a drive-thru.
As much as we probably don’t need the calories; we most definitely do not need the car accident either. We don’t need the guy in front us to decide to go reverse and back into your beautiful car that is like a child to you. But, I could not be mad, accidents happen.

But there have not been two girls with worse luck. The only thing we seem to be good at, is laughing once the trouble has subsided.

So last night as Bre and I slept on the floor of my apartment( well more like I on the floor, and Bre the obvious former girl scout built herself a cot out of cushions and pillows) we tried to come up with solutions to our problems.

This is what our conversation ( at 3:30 am) consisted of:

“ Lisa, we have the worst luck any two girls could have”

“ why does this always have to involve our cars?”

“ I got an idea! Let’s write a book! This stuff is straight out of a movie!”

“ or we could just invest in some bikes”

“ I gotta learn how to ride on first”

“ wait what?!”

“ my friend fell off a hill in her bike”

“ uhhh”

“ man, I love when people fall…and hurt themselves”

In reality, this probably isn’t the best idea for us. We PROBABLY would fall and get hurt. Bushes, scabs, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids would be involved.

So until our good karma starts kicking in, we’ll continue …..whatever it is that we’re doin’.