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
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