Blankets

I guess since I have no homework to procrastinate I can't write blog posts.

I mean.. I've been thinking about it.. but nothing has inspired me enough to draw pictures or write.

I really like blankets.  Like... obsessed with blankets.  Giant, fuzzy blankets.  The kind you can get enrobed in and cuddle up and just be.. ahhh comfy.

I would make sweet love with some blankets.

I got a blanket for Christmas.  It almost makes me forget about my wisdom teeth pain, almost (by the way, I did get them removed.. I might write a post AFTER this one about that.. I have some funny texts I can put on the internet to completely embarrass myself with...).

It is giant, teal, fuzzy, warm, oh my gosh I can't even use all the adjectives in the world to describe my feeling I have for my new blanket.

It is like frolicking through a field of flowers in warm emu boots wrapped in a shawl of lamb fur/wool with candy.

THAT GOOD.


I'm surprised I don't shower with blankets.. I am always in a blanket. If I could I would totally bring it with me to work and to class. I am going to bring this blanket everywhere I go.  It is totally a security blanket.  Not gonna lie.  It is.

If something happened to it I might cry.

I would cry.

I would hold a funeral.

I hope this blanket never dies, I love it soo much.

It is my temporary boyfriend.

I'm happy with it..it loves me more than any man would.

Okay, this was dumb... the next post will be better..without me being pissed off at my mouth for hurting.  Ouch.

Until next time!?..!?...?

Finals and Bdubs

I actually wrote this post last Wednesday (December 8th) but I haven't had time to post it until now..when I actually should be studying Econ.. but I figured, well you guys needed something to read before buckling down and getting your soul eaten by final exams.

This whole “college thing” is eating my life.  I’ve been studying all the time for what seems like an eternity, but really that means since this past Sunday.   I’ll be done next weds, however. I am so excited. 

Mainly because I am extremely tired and all that I want to do right now is draw pretty pictures…

and eat bacon cheeseburgers.

But as for tonight I have to study my butt off, but before that...I’m going to Bdubs.

Buffalo Wild Wings for those of you who are not remotely cool enough to understand short abbrevs from words (that means abbreviations). Is the best restaurant ever.  Is it overrated?  Yes, but I am in love with the Mango Habanero hot sauce on their boneless chicken wings.  It is like a sweet but uber spicy to the point of pain (and numbing lips) type of sauce that completely arouses the senses.  I get excited just thinking about eating them.  I would marry that sauce, I wouldn’t be able to kiss it, but it’d be tasty sweet wedlock.

My friend, Anna, has not been to a Bdubs. EVER. After hearing this distressing news I decided to write a contract in order to prove that we must go.  Our friend, Ashley, is coming too, because we are all pretty awesome and do not want to lose awesomeness by not going (as said by the contract).  Ashley and I have taken it as our duty to induct Anna (or take away her Bdubs virginity; either or) into the awesome world which is Buffalo Wild Wings.

Ashley and I have prepared for this very night by purchasing a specific silly bandz collection, two actually.  I, in all seriousness, loathe silly bandz.  I just cannot stand them, but, these silly bandz are the best I’ve ever seen and therefore I must purchase them and wear them with my friends.

The silly bandz that were purchased were sex position collection and penis collection.  Yup, I am highly immature and think they are the greatest thing on Earth.  Yup, penises are hilarious.  Sex positions are hilarious too.  I now am lucky enough to obtain 6 penis related silly bandz and 6 sex position silly bandz on my wrist as I type.  Basically… you should be jealous.

The plan is:  we go study, go to Bdubs, and then wear our new naughty silly bandz proudly and giggle secretly by feeling bad ass and like a rebel.

All the while eating Mango Habanero boneless wings.

Why can’t everyday be like today?

Snow

Yesterday night, on the first of December, was the first snowfall of the season (that actually stayed present) where I live.

What I mean by "stayed present" you ask?

 I live in Michigan.

The weather never knows what it actually wants to stay as here.  One day it'll be 30 degrees, the next 62.  Michigan is a PMSing woman...minus the joys of chocolate.

Anyways, the point is, when snow "sticks" (aka doesn't melt) that means that that snow is the first snowfall of the season.  If the first snowfall was when there was actual snow snowing outside.. it could be in October and not stick..and that just does not make any sense, if it was "of the season" it would stick to prove it was legit snow, not false non-sticking snow.

That is a lot about the ways of snow.. sorry.

Anyways, it was exciting, yet horrible.

Why both?  Exciting because it means we will, more than likely, have a white Christmas.  To me, it is not Christmas without the bountiful white snow on the ground.  Also, snow means snowball fights and sledding.  Sledding is the shit.  I cannot describe my intense passion for sledding.  Its like swallowing a whole popsicle.  It is super cold, yet exhilarating in a way that excites you and warms you up from the very thought of doing it.  It is almost like a naughty, but legal drug.

It is horrible because I ride my bike to campus..which is a 15 or 25 minute bike ride (depending on the day, of course).  On this day (when it was all windy and snowy in the morning) I had to ride the 25 minutes to my first class... at 8:30 in the morning.  Uber windy, giant snow flakes flying into my eyes and blinding me, and the heaviest back pack on earth made the trek utterly horrible.

Today, however, the snow is quite enjoyable.  I am inside my warm apartment looking out my balcony window and eating soup.

I need to invest in a ski mask on my treks to class, so I don't get wind burn.  Maybe snow pants.

I almost forgot to mention, it is incredibly fun (and probably very stupid) to go in a hot tub outside..and then run around in the snow and then jump back into the hot tub.  Weirdest (but very enjoyable) sensation ever.  You all should probably try it.

Peer pressure, do it.