Has anyone else noticed how Instagram was infiltrated with high quality TBT’s today?
From fans’ football photos, to snaps from sororities’ bid day soirées, it seemed like everyone in the Baton Rouge area had a great moment captured on phone that they just had to share. There were far fewer “look I was cute baby” throwbacks, and quite the abundance of tb’s harkening back to memories from last fall.
Not that I have anything against babies or their photos, my opinion of them is actually quite the opposite, but when it comes to TBTs I do have a preference.
If I were to rank the most commendable throwbacks it would go in this order:
1. A Candid/hilarious/genuine picture of you, your friends, your family, etc. that brings back a memory to all of those involved esp. if this memory is something bizarre or one likely to have been forgotten since it was forged
2. An awkward middle school and/or preteen photo
3. Baby pics, duh -Even better if they are fat. Best if they have tiny legs.
So I guess what I’m saying here is that a lot of what I saw on Instagram fell into rank 1. From this information I have derived a theory:
Everyone is ready for summer to be over. Gasp!
While I know we all love summer, the sun, and less responsibility, and during the month of May it seems to be all anyone can think or tweet about, to me it seems that in Baton Rouge people are getting ready for our routine again. For football season to start, for the humidity level to get down at least to 80%, to live in the freedom of our cheap college-kid homes, to be up the butt with our friends again, for rush to be a distant memory hidden deep within the darkest places of our minds, and to have something to focus on other than the tv in front of us.
I know I feel this way. Tonight I “moved back in” to my college house. I use quotes because I only brought enough clothes for one day. But it feels good to be back with these not so perfectly clean floors under my feet and to be getting back to my normal way of life, as I look toward my senior year.
(Just kidding. The fact that I cannot get the floors at my house as clean as they are at my parents will haunt me until I have the means to get a maid. I hate dirty feet.)
( I am also horrified about starting my senior year)
FEST FURR ALL 