For most of my life, people have remarked about how small I was. For a long time, I was kinda like, whatever I am a normal sized person, you are just confused. But over a long period of time, I decided that I actually was smaller than the average person. I had small feet, little hands and a generally petite body.
Or so I thought until I arrived at college. So far, I have not recieved one "you're so liiiiittle" comment. I have been moving back toward the "I am a regular sized person" thing. Like this video I just made with Marissa. Watching it, I am definitely the bigger of the two people.
I don't think it helps that I've gained like 20 pounds in the last 1.5 years. I've been trying to ignore that little detail, but I was just looking over some of my stuff and I found this card I wrote out in the summer before senior year when I decided I was "too fat" and I needed to lose some weight. Not only have I not lost any of that weight, I have gained 20 pounds. I disgust myself. We'll just pretend it's the freshman 15, and I will lose it next year and go back to being small. Yep.

One thing I am definitely appreciating in Cincinnati is the snow days. In highschool, we had an allotted number of snow days, or something, and the number was approximately zero. So, even on days when cars literally had to be dug out of the snow (Thanks, Laney), we went to school. Here, it snows and school is cancelled. Mmmm.
And they're not afraid to call it a snow day, either. None of this "ok, it might be snowing a lot, but school is cancelled because there is no electricity. this is not a snow day-- repeat-- not a snow day. it is a lack-of-electricity day" stuff.
Yay for cities where they don't have a secure plowing system. When it snows, it's this big scramble, like "where are the plows? do we own plows? do we have people to run them?" and so the snow doesn't get cleared for hours. I especially hated when we'd get like eight inches of snow, but it would come in the middle of the night and by the next morning all the roads were cleared. Boo, Minneapolis for understanding winter.
Yay Cincy, for not!

"Andy Studenski, he's so fun!"
Ok, so I realized that Studo is my best guy friend. And I also realized I have never blogged about him (actually, that's a lie, he got a brief mention in a post a few years ago). To remedy this, a post.
I met Studo in 9th grade, and I had a few classes with him. I'm not entirely sure how many, because I was pretty unclear on the difference between the two Andys that year. Then, I had math with him for a while, until he decided to take math SL. Yeah, bad call Studo, you're an engineer. Senior year I don't know if I was ever able to get away from him.
I have always made him a bit uncomfortable, I think, from the time I started an initiative to get his hair un-crisped to today, when I talked to him about genitalia. But he is always there to chat with and he is sooo funny, even if he thinks that he isn't. My day was completely made when he called, even if I ruined the experience with said genitalia conversation.
I need to make it perfectly clear that yes, this is the most recent step in my ongoing attempt to woo him. Obviously, I continue dating my way through the friend group, leaving broken hearts on the path behind me. I still think it's amusing that Dan was able to convince him of that to the extent that he was afraid to talk to me for a while.
I am glad that I no longer have to call Studo's house and talk to his parents, because they are still pretty wary of me (girls are not allowed to talk to Andy. You say it's about schoolwork? I will not give him the message.) Nontheless, they have tolerated my presence in their house for quite a while, and know my name, etc.
We have shared a lot of bio labs and chipotle runs, and I hope that we're friends til the end of time (awww). Thanks, Studo.