sigh, new england weather means that i'm still wearing pants

Actually though you guys. . .I make my entire life about not keeping my legs sealed, to the point where I refuse to wear anything on my legs other than underwear when I go to bed. And so you'll understand my suffering when I tell you that I've been wearing skinnies lately.

Ugh #whitegirlproblems. Okay so I've been meaning to blog. But life has been busy and I haven't felt funny lately ("But when has that ever stopped you? Literally I've never laughed at anything you've written. Ever. Seriously just stop trying. I don't even know why I'm here right now. Oh, wait, yeah I remember, I googled 'sexy girl poops her pants.' Whatever, this isn't porn. Outtie." . . .I hear y'all grumbling).

There have been instances where I found something that I freakin loved and wanted to blog about it, but then my fingers felt bored with the keys on my computer so I started stroking my futon cover instead. I think I'm tactiley fixated? Is that even a thing? Let's pretend it is.

I used to think that Nutella was good for you. . .TURNS OUT NUTELLA IS ACTUALLY NOT GOOD FOR YOU. Actually though you guys. . .two tablespoons has 200 calories. WHAT?! First of all, if something has the word "nut" in it shouldn't it be healthy? I'm pretty sure I thought Nutter Butters were good for you, too at some point in my life. Second of all. . . why can't Nutella just sell 100 calorie "squirt" packs of their product?! Don't they know that college girls are facing this cognitive dissonance of needing to have chocolatey spreads, and also knowing that it can contribute to their arm jiggle?! Good lord, you would think their marketing company would be on it. HIRE ME NUTELLA. Just kidding I would eat your entire factory and then throw up. Or blow up, a la Augustus Gloop or that boy in Matilda who ate the Trunchbull's cake.

Also, in the scheme of marketing campaigns, let's just discuss how horrible this one is:

Okay SnorgTees, what exactly are you trying to do here? The unzipped jeans make sense with the shirt but are totally NOT CUTE. And the girl is not exactly giving the "Come hither and see what else I have to reveal ;)" face, but rather the "I unzipped my jeans cause I ate too many nachos and am now gassy" face. Again, NOT CUTE. She does, however, have nice hair. So good call on that one. I guess.

That's all I have.




However on an infinitely more serious note:

Today, I learned that a close friend from elementary school had been killed in a car accident. She was driving home from NKU at 2:30 this morning and a guy was driving too fast, lost control and crashed into her car. Though I haven't talked to her for a few years, the end of her life has proven that time has certainly ebbed away from the past. Because while it is unbelievably obvious that I am no longer a tiny kindergartener, it is still a decidedly curious feeling to juxtapose her death as a lacrosse athlete at NKU to her whispering scary stories to me in the crack between our seats on the kindergarten bus.

Rest in loveliness and liveliness Rachel Barnett, a small and innocent part of you will forever be in my life.