Halloween (and my dad’s birthday!) is tomorrow, and you know what that means…my house is full of candy that I can’t eat. On the bright side, while Halloween has traditionally been hard for me specifically because of this candy availability, candy hasn’t really been a temptation for me as of late. Between my quest to eat healthier and acid reflux forcing me to eat sweets … Continue reading Who Even Asked for Candy Corn?!
As little as I feel that I relate to people who are “fun,” I have a severe case of FOMO. For anyone not up-to-date on their hip lingo, FOMO stands for the Fear Of Missing Out, and boy do I have it. The idea of missing out on anything is one of my main motivators. Like Barney Stinson, I can’t stand the thought of fun … Continue reading The FOMO is Real
This may sound strange, but I’ve always found comfort in motion. I start swaying my friends back and forth during long hugs, I will always choose the stairs over an elevator or escalator, I’d rather add time to my trip if it means I can circumvent stand-still traffic and can keep driving, I never feel more myself than when I’m dancing, and I don’t think … Continue reading Comfort in Movement
There are two things that have been mentioned in every dating profile I’ve ever created: I’m looking for a feminist, and I’m looking for someone who understands that curly fries are the best type of fry. Because understanding this universal truth is that important. I consider it one of my fundamental beliefs. I even put it in the intro to this blog. This is a … Continue reading Today’s Rant: Undeniable Evidence that Curly Fries are the Best Fry
One fact about me that many people find surprising is that I was in a sorority in college. With my strict 10 pm bedtime, aversion to alcohol, and general awkwardness, I don’t exactly fit that good ole’ “sorority girl” stereotype. Granted, I was in a sorority at a small, liberal arts school, so most of our sororities were less big-mansions-with-hundreds-of-hot-blondes and more nerdy-awkward-liberal-arts-majors. While I … Continue reading Why I Joined a Sorority
Buffalo Sauce Everywhere 