It's Been Awhile...

So remember how in 2011 I made it my New Year's resolution to blog every day all year and then I quit by mid-April? Those were fun times.

But now that it's a few weeks into 2013 I've gotten to thinking about how much these daily posts helped sort out and process my thoughts and I miss it.

For example, today, while working at Build a Bear, I encountered a situation that I really needed to think through and I had to have a conversation with myself in my car about it on the way home, which I'm sure isn't healthy, although probably highly entertaining for the people in the cars sitting next to me at red lights.

So I bring my conflicting thoughts to the internet:

Today really got me thinking of human nature and how even when people are offered good things, no one is ever truly content. My example is this: If a company were to give handouts (like free coupons or free items) to every fifth person who came through the line, every four people who didn't get the handout would be extremely angry. But why is that?

Why is it that someone can do good things for people every single day but it's never enough? If someone goes out of their way to make someone's day, how do other people feel that it was their right to have their day made, too? Someone could be nice every day of their life and be hated for it because it was never enough. To me, that is the most heartbreaking thing about humanity. It's in our nature to want everything for ourselves, and we've come to a point as a society where if the handouts are for others, we don't feel truly pleased for anyone else. We might smile and say congratulations if our best friend wins the lottery, but on the inside we're jealous and filled with rage that they were right in front of us in line when we bought the lottery tickets and gosh darn it if I'd just gone first I could have won!

Busy times in retail bring out the worst in people and if one person gets a coupon, suddenly everyone wants a coupon. They don't take time to consider circumstances like that the person got the coupon because their visit went poorly or Build a Bear didn't perform to the best of our ability so we gave the person a gift on us. They don't take the time to consider that if we handed out coupons like candy, we couldn't give them the service they enjoy, and we certainly couldn't give out free gifts with almost every purchase... (for example, we gave out cookbooks in December and we're giving out valentines and posters now).

So why can't people just be happy for others or take the happy things that life does give them? Have we gotten so far from happiness as a whole that all we feel in times of prosperity for others is jealousy? Must our jealousy always carry us to the form of cruelty to other people or angry and impure thoughts?

I just want everyone to be happy and eat cupcakes and sing Kum-Ba-Yah...

(I want to track new things this year but I don't know what to track? Last time I did bowls of soup consumed and books read and times I lost my key, but I don't live across from the Union anymore, nor do I live in a dorm, nor have I finished any books yet this year... Wow. I got lame as I got older.)

A Letter to My Future Husband

Dear You,

Sometimes I wonder if you even exist. Usually I like to think that you do, but sometimes I'm not so sure. 

There is a part of every little girl that watches Disney movies and dreams of her own Prince Charming. At age 5 it's merely a man who can save her from her evil step family, whisk her away to a royal wedding, wake her from the deepest of slumbers, or even simply give her that first, real, foot-popping kiss. 

In elementary school, he becomes that one boy who you can stand to be around the most without fear of not having taken that crucial cootie shot; the boy who would gladly trade his fruit-by-the-foot for your gushers even if he really wanted his own snack in the first place. He is the boy who would brave teasing just to be your friend.  

By high school, it’s that boy you dance with at prom. It's the boy who stood with you through dozens of pictures taken by a camera-happy mother that both of you will cringe at twenty years later. It's the boy who brings you a corsage that you never want to throw away, it's petals pressed between the pages of some sacred book, fading memories of a night almost too magical to be truly real. 

Almost twenty years on this planet have been spent, and yet I'm still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. I often wonder why it has taken you this long to find me and sweep me off my feet, to whisk me away to happily ever after and never look back. But I know that it is probably because when I meet you, it will be more magical and more real than any of the fairy tales I dreamed of as a child. 

I sometimes question your existence. I didn't when I was younger, but now I seem to every day. Perhaps it's because I've yet to see fireworks. Perhaps it's because all my friends seem to be finding the answers to their dreams and I'm still here alone. Or perhaps it's even because you're out there doubting that I exist, too. 

I may already know you, or I may not meet you for years to come, but whatever God decides, I know it will be perfect. Whether we've been friends for years, or whether we have years until our friendship, it will be beautiful in the end.  

I can’t even begin to give you hope that I would make the world's most perfect princess.  I might look the part, and I might even act the part someday, but I promise that I will end up keeping you constantly on the edge of your seat. I'll amuse you with my quirks—there are a lot of them-- and I’ll probably steal a bunch of your hoodies only so I can cuddle in them at night to feel closer to you you. I'll probably even drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar or tuck your tag in constantly.

What I can promise to be your best friend; that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you look for when you're feeling lonely, or the person you can text when situations get awkward. I promise to want to take care of you when you're sick, leave you weird voice mails when I know you're having a bad day, and make you a sandwich if you're hungry. 

There will be times where I might hug you for too long, mess up your hair, or say your name too many times in one sentence, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore every little piece of you. I’ll end up in your lap by the end of most scary movies and make you feel like a superhero every time you kill a spider. I’ll do my best to cook your favorite food on your birthday and I'll try to be friends with your mom and your sister.

I’ll respect your nights with the boys and talk you up to all of my girlfriends. I’ll watch football or hockey with you and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.

I'll learn the boundaries between giving you your space and showering you with constant affection even if it means sitting and playing video games with you for hours on end or making you hot chocolate when it snows.

We’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking silly pictures, eating awesome food, learning new cultures, and never running out of things to talk about every step of the journey. 

You will be the person I want to take silly photo-booth pictures with, get caught in the rain, or lie in a hammock on the beach staring at the stars and questioning the world together. And I'm not waiting for a magic carpet ride or any magical glass shoes because I know I won’t need any of that in the end because I will love you for who you are, not what you can give me. 

You’ll be the guy who accepts me for who I am, faults and all, and will laugh as I burst into random Disney songs in public places or squeak a little when I get excited. 

You'll be the one I want to plan a future with. Buying a shabby one-bedroom apartment, picking out our first dog and arguing about what to name it, or being the proud parents on the sidelines of our child's first little league game. I keep hoping that when we finally find each other, you'll be the face I fall asleep and wake up to every day for the rest of my forever. 

To the man I know is out there, a man I know exists to help me make sense of this world: I can't wait to love you. I'm waiting to spend every day of the rest of my life with you. I only hope that you're waiting for me, too. 

Love,
Me


Why today was awesome: I had unlimited Tetris energy! 

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 11

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 10

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 56

I CAN EXPLAIN

Okay, so I'm not going to lie... I've kinda given up my my New Year's resolution of blogging every day. But let me explain; I'm not giving it up because I can't handle it, but because the general quality of my posting was low, and this experience is supposed to be for improving my writing. What's the point in blabbing on about my mundane life when there's not much to talk about or I'm cramped for time and pumped out a few sentences at 3 AM? There really is none. So I'm not really giving up my resolution, but I'm modifying it so that these posts are higher quality and I feel better about what I'm doing here.

That being said, I'm stealing an idea from my best friend's blog. For Lent, he decided to list 5 things every day that he was thankful for, thus ending up with 200 things and a rather amazing list. Today, I've decided that I'm going to one-up him, and write out 200 things I'm thankful for in one day rather than 40. Excuse the length of this blog, because here I go!

1. My health. It's not completely perfect, but it's getting me by so far. 
2. My mom. She's my best friend and my greatest role model. 
3. My brother. I love him more than anyone else in the entire world, no matter what I actually say about him. 
4. My papa who is easily my favorite person ever. He raised me and he taught me to read and do math and appreciate nature and to be my own person. And he made me goofy. 
5. Books because without them, where would I be? 
6. Jesus. He's the rock on which I stand. 
7. My cell phone that keeps me in constant contact with everyone I care about. 
8. The internet... which has the same uses as my cell phone. 
9. Kelsey, the best roommate in the entire world. For life. 
10. Kayla, the best best friend I could have ever asked for. I'm lucky I found her. 
11. Kacie, the most colorful person I've ever met and a truly great friend. 
12. Matt, the reason I'm making this list, and the biggest goober I know. I misseth him. But I'm excited to live with him next year. =]
13. I'm thankful for this number because it's lucky and awesome. 
14. Jacob's Porch, my wonderful church community. 
15. Caffeine. Who needs sleep? 
16. Deodorant. 
17. Frozen Girlscout cookies.
18. Band-aids. 
19. Glee. Not only because I love that show but also for the hope it gives the LGBT and nerdy communities around the world. 
20. LOST for keeping me sane while it makes me insane. 
21. Grey's Anatomy for helping me overcome fears. 
22. My hair straightener... especially because of my newly acquired bangs. 
23. Shoes. Lots of shoes. 
24. Boys gym shorts because they're SO comfortable. 
25. Stickers. 
26. Crayons. 
27. Oval beach: One of the magical properties of Spring Quarter. 
28. Ohio State. I'm lucky to attend such a great university. 
29. Amanda and Alex, my future roommates. They're absolutely wonderful. 
30. Josh, Phil, Christian, and Adam, my other future roommates not previously mentioned. They keep me on my toes already. 
31. Ron Sutter, for all his tutoring that helped me graduate in the top 1% of my class. 
32. Toe socks. 
33. Fuzzy socks. 
34. Pictures. Just in general, I love pictures even if I'm not in them. They're great!
35. All the dogs that come to campus because they're so cute, even if they make me miss my dog. 
36. Honeybear. MY dog! =]
37. Peanut, my guinea pig. =]
38. My Boss Zefron poster. It keeps me young. 
39. YouTube musicians like Luke Conard, Jason Munday, Mike Lombardo, Kristina Horner, etc. Their music gives me hope in more ways than one. 
40. Dresses. I collect them and I love them. 
41. Disney movies that remind me of my childhood. 
42. Soup. Clearly since I'm counting how much soup I eat in a year, I kinda like it. 
43. Kelsey's hair brush. It works so much better than mine. 
44. Tank tops. I never leave the house without one. 
45. Headbands. 
46. Water. So many people in the world don't have this luxury. 
47. Fruit snacks. Mmmm so good!
48. Midnight pancakes at Sloopy's. 
49. The color green. It surrounds me and I love it. 
50. Road trips. 
51. Facebook notifications. They make life easier. 
52. The Quidditch team. They make being a nerd at Ohio State much more satisfying. 
53. My new-found Drackett family. They're awesome. I love being their adopted little one. =]
54. Baker love. 
55. Cute underwear. When you wear it, you feel better. Trust me. 
56. Funny hats. 
57. My stuffed hippo. When he's on my head, I automatically smile. 
58. Harry Potter. Where would my life be without that book series? Certainly not here. 
59. My hundreds of followers on my other blog. You guys give me something to live for every day. 
60. The Hunger Games. I needed it right when it came to me and it made me better. 
61. My theatre class because it's the only reason worth getting up on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 
62. Skype so I can see my grandparents more often. 
63. Electric lights. Without them I'd be surrounded by candles, and that wouldn't end well... 
64. My microfridge. I enjoy having ice cream and pizza rolls at my disposal. 
65. Lotion. 
66. Shampoo and conditioner. Particularly the kind made for dyed hair. 
67. Hair dye. It's therapeutic. 
68. Receipts that tell me how many meal swipes I have left so that I don't need to wonder. 
69. Kristen and Brooke, my other favorite lady friends. I love them for very different reasons, but I don't like thinking about how life here at school would be different without them. 
70. Tyler and Spencer, my favorite not-sassy and sassy gays. 
71. Toilets/Indoor plumbing. 
72. My dorm pets, Joe, Cynthia and Row-Bear. The room is brighter with them. 
73. Team Starkid. They give me hope for theatre nerds. 
74. My window fan. Especially now that it's getting hot out. 
75. Air fresheners. Kelsey and I need them. 
76. Lucky Charms. 
77. Nail polish. 
78. My network of close friends in Germany who I miss very much. 
79. Buckeyes. They're filled with spirit. 
80. Pooping. It feels so right. 
81. Wolves because they're really pretty. 
82. Mirrors. I've always been attracted to them, even when I don't look the best. I'm glad there are so many of them in the world. 
83. Remotes. They promote world laziness. 
84. Libraries. They house books. 
85. Magnets. I collect them and they hold up my pictures. 
86. Musicals and the joy they bring me. 
87. High heels... minus the blisters. 
88. Pillows. I love them so much. Body pillows, fluffy pillows, squishy pillows....pillars. Ya know. 
89. Professors that actually assign homework and tell you about it before it's due.
90. Bold Party Blend Chex Mix. It taste so good. =]
91. Toothpaste. 
92. My futon. I don't understand how college people survive without them. 
93. Nerd glasses that enable self expression. 
94. YouTube videos for many different reasons. 
95. My dad because even though we fight, I know he loves me. 
96. My truck because it gets me places even though it's junky and little. 
97. Colby because he was my best friend for seven years and that kinda bond is hard to break. 
98. Music because it calms, soothes, and makes me otherwise happy. 
99. Hoodies because I like to snuggle in them and sometimes they smell good depending on whose hoodie you're wearing. 
100. Bible studies at the Porch because they teach me more than I could ever learn on my own. 
101. Other languages because they're fascinating and amazing.
102. Religions other than Christianity because all beliefs are beautiful, even if I don't agree. 
103. The word "Trollin'" as it infests a majority of my vocabulary. 
104. John and Hank Green. They are beautifully inspirational. 
105. Book titles... in your pants. 
106. Tetris even though it makes me angry. 
107. ZOOTeens because they molded me into the person I am right now, even if they made me overly eccentric. 
108. Laundry fresh out of the dryer. 
109. The smell of a campfire on a summer evening.
110. Summer rain.
111. My dimples because I get complimented on them almost every day.
112. Old Disney channel shows that make me realize why growing up in the 90's was awesome.
113. Cedar Point and roller coasters in general. 
114. When someone takes time out of their day to make me food. 
115. Being able to stand in the shower at school for a very long time with no fear of the hot water running out.
116. Being able to walk barefoot in the grass again soon. 
117. Really good hugs.
118. Chivalry. It's not dead yet. 
119. Piggy back rides on tall people.
120. High Street. It's so close, and it contains so much adventure. 
121. Frogs. I can't wait to go searching for them again. (Hurry up, summer!)
122. Markers that can be easily made into swords. 
123. Pillow and blanket forts that bring back the feelings of being a kid. 
124. Sporks. Why do you need to use two utensils when you can use one awesome one?
125. Glee radio. Though it sometimes ruins my memories of an actual song when the Glee one infests. 
126. Sports bras. Comfort no matter what else I'm wearing. 
127. Missionary teams that are willing to go to the rural parts of the world and spread love and service. 
128. Jewelry. You can spice up any outfit easily. And they're shiny. 
129. The Union Market because it's so close and so tasty. 
130. Disney internship programs. 
131. The oceans and the fishes... even though I dislike fishes, they're pretty and awesome and Kayla loves them. 
132. The price tags that have a ".99" on the end and make me feel like I'm saving a penny. 
133. Purses. Big purses. I like my stuff. 
134. Nerdfighteria. My internet family. 
135. The words "Once upon a time..." It's like magic waiting to happen. 
136. That both of my parents have great jobs. 
137. Search engines that make me feel smarter. 
138. Gifs that can express my feelings better than I can. 
139. Puppy-sized elephants that will one day actually exist. 
140. GIMP that makes me feel photographically inclined. 
141. Prezi. Cooler than PowerPoints. 
142. The ability to use my words well, because lots of other people don't even know the difference between your and you're. 
143. Earrings that make me feel classy even when I'm not. 
144. The same goes for lipstick. 
145. The candy nerds that are delicious and promote cannibalism. 
146. Perfume. It makes me smell nice even when I don't look nice. 
147. Darren Criss. Everyone should be thankful for Darren Criss. 
148. Chris Colfer. Everyone should be thankful for Chris Colfer. 
149. Dry erase markers and their many uses. 
150. Killing time. Because right now I should be doing my homework, but I'm having far more fun. 
151. Love handles. It's taken me three years to earn these bad boys. 
152. Bikers who are considerate of the people walking on the sidewalks. 
153. Cars who stop to let others cross the street even when they have the right of way. 
154. Warm days with no wind. 
155. Hot days with a nice breeze. 
156. When it rains while the sun is still shining. 
157. Frosting. Right out of the tub. 
158. Duct tape. It's one of the worlds best-kept treasures. 
159. Card games that reduce boredom. 
160. Facebook chat... as long as it's working.
161. Wet wipes that can get pop out of practically anything. 
162. Days when the room doesn't smell because we've actually taken out the trash. 
163. Having a trash room in our hallway so we can steal the trash can making emptying ours all the easier. 
164. Elevators. 
165. Getting mail. It makes me feel loved.
166. Mushroom Ravioli from the RPAC. 
167. Strapless shirts that show off my fantastic collarbones. 
168. Zit-free days. When they happen.
169. Having a roommate that understands all the crazy things I do. 
170. Febreeze. 
171. Scarves that make winter outfits feel warmer and look nicer. 
172. Boots. Ugg boots. Nice, soft, wonderful boots. 
173. Refund checks.
174. Living near two different Barnes and Nobles.
175. Sing-a-longs. 
176. Having a view of Hale Hall Lake when it rains. 
177. Nail polish remover that does it's job quickly.
178. RPG sites that let me remove my nerdy urges in secret. 
179. Having a printer in the room. Especially when I do my homework very last minute. 
180. Translator sites that make understand my German professor easier. 
181. Any video player besides Megavideo. 
182. Tweezers that make my eyebrows look well kept. 
183. Automatic windows that make converting hands into dolphins all the easier. 
184. Hot cocoa when it's cold. 
185. Striped sweaters. The best time to wear them is all the time. 
186. My little journal in my room that has my entire wedding already planned inside of it, thus saving me many hours of work in the future. 
187. Upside down name-tags that make remembering my own name easy.
188. Pockets. They're like purses...but attached. 
189. Ticket stubs that allow for easy memory access. 
190. Movie nights.
191. Buttered popcorn.
192. Sony Vegas that makes editing my vlogs a cinch. 
193. Pandora because it expands my music appreciation. 
194. Google Chrome which automatically spell checks for me. 
195. Toilet paper. No one likes using leaves!
196. Free Verizon to Verizon text messaging. 
197. Squirrels that make my hyperactive personality look slightly less hyperactive. 
198. Flips flops and the weather to wear them in. 
199. That I have so many things to be thankful for in my life that I can call to memory without really giving it much effort. 
200. Being able to come up with this entire list in less than 45 minutes. Which kicks Matt's butt. Sorry, bud. I still love you. 

Why today was awesome: Someone really surprised me, and it made me feel pretty good inside. 

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 9

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 35

I'm Hungry for the Games

So, I'm in love with a book series. I know what you're thinking, but it's not Harry Potter (although I'm in love with that one, too). I am in love with The Hunger Games. I am in love with Peeta and Rue and Gale and Haymitch and Cinna... I would be in love with Katniss, but I have this complex instilled in me that makes me hate all main characters of novels, but I digress.

The point of this blog, however, is not that I love The Hunger Games novels, but that they finally are starting to announce the cast for the movie franchise! I'm going to say my thoughts, and if you disagree with me, I want you to look at all the cares I give: ________________________. That being said...

Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss: At first I hated this. I am a Hailee Steinfeld supporter through and through to my core. I realize that you can change her hair color and do some alterations with makeup and costumes and stuff, and most people are arguing that once she's in costume she'll be fine. I still disagree. It takes more than hair and costume and good acting to pull off a role. You need the attitude, the build, the demeanor, the correct age, and so many other things to pull off a role completely, and Jennifer Lawrence hasn't shown me that she'd make a good Katniss. I will support her in the role until she proves that she shouldn't be supported, but I think it could have been casted more appropriately.

Josh Hutcherson as Peeta: I'm okay with this casting. Josh has the right build and the right attitude to play Peeta. All he needs are some contacts and a bit of hair dye, and I think he'll pull off the part well. Again, I think it could have been casted better, but Josh will do the part justice, and that's all I can really ask of my favorite character.

Liam Hemsworth as Gale: No.  Just no. There is no amount of disgust in this casting that can be properly discussed. He is not Gale, nor will he ever be Gale in my mind. No amount of makeup, hair dye, or even plastic surgery would make him Gale. I have no idea what Lionsgate was thinking, but he bares no resemblance to the beautiful boy that Suzanne Collins wrote about; none whatsoever.

These are my thoughts and they may be proven wrong when the movie actually comes out. But for the first time I'm going to follow one of my fandoms through to the very end no matter how awful the movies are. I didn't give the Harry Potter movies the chance they truly deserved, so I'm going to try to be different with The Hunger Games. The problem is that I have to wait so long, and having to wait to see how these actors portray the loves of my life is agonizing.

Why today was awesome: Kelsey and I caught the giggles.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 34

Death by Professor

My German professor is going to kill me. I swear. It's only a week into the class, and she's already killing me slowly.

German is not a hard subject for me. I understand it, I can speak it, I can write in it... But the problem is usually the teacher. And most people say that as an excuse because they're doing poorly in a class, but my teacher is actually the problem! I've already missed a homework assignment because she failed to mention it in class, posted about it on the class website a few hours before it was due, and then expected all of us to hand it in. She assigned us an essay, but failed to give us a topic for that essay. She tried to give us homework but didn't print off enough copies yet expected us all to magically do it.

As if college isn't stressful enough, I don't really want to have to deal with a professor who's head is not fully screwed onto her neck. Honestly, I have enough to worry about what with feeding myself, bathing, remembering to read for class, cleaning, and attempting to keep up a social life so my friends won't think I died, so I really don't want to have to spend an hour just finding my homework assignments every night. None of my other professors seem to have an issue with it, so I'm not sure what hers is.

/endrant

Why today was awesome: My hair looked cute.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 34

Pretending this is April 2nd.

So, I wrote a blog last night, but then I forgot to hit "Publish Post" before I fell asleep, so it sat open on my computer screen while I snoozed. Please forgive this late entry and accept it as yesterday's.

I went to this huge dinner thing tonight where I had to wear a formal dress, and they gave me an award where they called my name and read a biography of my life all while some man in a tuxedo escorted me to the main stage. After that, they talked about how amazing I was, gave me a plaque the size of a microwave, and then expected me to make a speech. Apparently I did a good job because I think almost every person in that room stopped me afterward to tell me how amazing my speech was and how poised and elegant I was and how they were so proud that the future of our country was in hands like mine.

Do they know me at all? 


I think it's scary that the country is going to be left in the hands of a generation with people like me in it. People who only brush their hair three days a week, who eat anything with Ranch dressing and shredded cheese, who wear mix-matched socks only because they're too lazy to search for the matches, who stay in bed all day long because they have no motivation to get up, and who spend an entire evening at a dinner given in their honor texting their roommate about poop.

Yeah, the future sounds like a scary place to be. I'm glad I'm not in it yet.

Why today was awesome: My grandma told me that my new haircut made me "too sophisticated". Cool.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 33

B[log] E[very] D[ay] in A[pril]

Well, for the first time in my internet existence, I suppose I'm doing BEDA: Blog Every Day in April.

But haven't you blogged almost every day all year so far?
Why, yes I have! Very astute observation. I suppose this means that I've spent 78 days so far this year in preparation for BEDA. I'm just that into my work. After BEDA I will be participating in BEDM and BEDJ and then BEDJ again... etc. (I mean, I'm sure I'll miss days here and there like I have so far this year, but usually it's my roommate's fault, or something outside of my control. I don't think I've ever sat in front of the computer and thought to myself, 'No, I don't think I'll write a blog today,' so I feel accomplished nonetheless.)

I am currently at home again, and tomorrow night there will be a huge dinner given partially in my honor in which I have to give a speech and wear a formal dress and attempt to socialize with people who are four times my age and three times as whiny... and that in itself is quite an accomplishment.

I am, however, upset by one aspect of my arrival home outside of this super spiffy dinner, and that is the fact that I have been living in Columbus for seven months, and I still haven't been able to drive myself home or back. Today I was supposed to drive from school back home so I can get the feel for the route since I'll be having to travel it myself after this June, but no. Of course my father drove my grandparent's car down to get me, and of course, they don't allow me to drive their car since I'm 'inexperienced, young, and not covered under their insurance.'

Personally, I think I'm four times a better driver than my grandfather, and when he completed the last leg of the journey today, my dad made me sit in the front seat to babysit him and to make sure he obeyed all the traffic laws. And for the record, I am covered under their insurance. They just think that because I got my license after my cousin that I'm no good at driving when in reality, I have no tickets, I've never been in an accident, I can parallel park like a boss, I'm confident, and I think I'm a pretty darn good driver. So when I get lost next year on the way home and they never see me again, I'm blaming them.

Why today was awesome: I survived April Fool's Day having only fallen for one joke.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 33

April Drools

I hate April Fools day on more levels that I can even begin to express. I hate it because everyone is trying to think of ways to hurt feelings and scare their friends into thinking awful or ridiculous things have actually happened. I hate it because if something big actually does happen on this day, it takes hours to convince anyone that it actually did happen. I hate it because it's pointless and not funny. I hate it because even though it happens every year at the same time, people still allow themselves to fall for the lamest of pranks. I hate it because I was raised to believe that lying is wrong, and it's a holiday that embraces lying as an art form. Most importantly, I hate it because I can never think of good stunts to pull.

This year, it's only just midnight and already I've been sucked into the dumbest of pranks. A guy that I've been best friends with since seventh grade fake asked me out, so I fake said yes, and now I'm actually wishing I hadn't  because stupid people are stupid enough to fall for a relationship status change that is so clearly fake that I'm surprised facebook hasn't stepped in and told us that it's against the rules of the site or something. I find the prank to be mediocre and foolish, but I couldn't say no when he was desperate and begging me to do it. It's only 24 hours, so I doubt it'll kill me, but it's going to take everything in me not to make sarcastic comments to all the well-wishers. I can't help it that I'm full of sass and sarcasm.

In conclusion: Happy birthday to Fred and George Weasley. Remember the reason for the season.

Why today was awesome: I almost put myself into a sugar coma from eating too much chocolate. That's always exciting.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 7

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 33

Dead to Me

I've done this a couple times before, but it's time again to talk about my roommate.

Kelsey Norton is one of the most irritating people I've ever met. She sleeps more than should be allowed, she manages to talk me into getting her things when she's too lazy to walk across the room and get them herself, she's cluttered, she texts more than she talks (and she's quite the chatterbox), she complains about everything under the sun, she's forgetful, she's got different moods for every day of the week, but most importantly, Kelsey Norton is my best friend.

When I'm having a bad day, she's always there to giggle and tell me about her bodily functions. When I'm bored, she's the one who comes up with some outrageous thing for us to watch (unless she's whining about being just as bored as I am), and she's the only person I've ever met who has just the same amount of nerdy about the same exact things that I do (with the except of a couple TV shows). There have been times when I've lost her to her emotions for a boy, but she always comes back. And hopefully she's here to stay for a long time now, and we've had one of the best weeks of the year with each other. (This is also the reason I haven't blogged every day. Just when I'm sitting down to write one, she comes up with late-night shenanigans that have involved ruining my happy-to-just-sit-in-my-warm-bed-and-type moments.)

But Kelsey Norton is also dead to me currently. Just within the past 24 hours she has forced my just-gotten-out-of-the-shower self into warm clothes, marched me halfway across campus to hang out with her ex-boyfriend and his friend (who, by the way, happens to have an awkward crush on me), then made me walk at least 16 or 17 blocks worth of walking, walked away at one point to leave me sitting with the guy with the awkward crush (and don't get me wrong, he's a really great guy, but I just met him two days ago, and I feel like there's just something missing on my end. I dunno), and then, on top of all of this, she joined a sorority today, which I despise. Sororities are known for being slutty girls with Ugg boots and alcoholic tendencies who are all identical to one another and only speak to sorority girls and frat boys.

So my best friend is dead to me. She is a mean sleepy-time ruiner who forces awkwardness upon me and joins sororities if only to smite me. But I love her.

Why today was awesome: It snowed, and I swear, it's going to be the last time this school year. (You hear me, Ohio weather?)

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 6

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 8

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 31

Dorm Room Frustrations

So yesterday I talked about different "therapies" that I indulge in, but today I found out another one; I really like to rearrange my dorm room when I feel the need for change. The last time I did this it was easy because I re-did the entire room and  there was a specific place for everything. This time, however, I'm only re-doing my half of the room which is proving to be extremely trickier. I've decided that I'm waiting until tomorrow when I can clear the 3 furniture items in question of all their contents and play with the puzzle pieces to my heart's content.

Do forgive me for my short post, but it has been an extremely long day of sitting and unpacking and stressing. I am ready for spring.

Why today was awesome: I got tackled by a Kelsey and a Jason.

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 6

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 29