leftovers.

It's one week post Thanksgiving and last night was the first time we didn't have leftovers. Remember that post on how I said that turkey is my favorite meat? Yea, not so much anymore. According to my anthropology class, "cavemen" or nomadic peoples had an excellent way of living. But since we switched over to agriculture and domestication, it has led to malnutrition because are eating habits are not as varied. We usually depend on a staple crop like potatoes and corn. It's OK now really since we have grocery stores and can buy and eat pretty much every kind of food there is. That story relates to turkey because with the path I'm going on, I'll probably start shrinking in height and become malnutritioned (if that's a word.)

Well, it comes that time of the year when all you see around you are walking zombies. If you define zombies as college students with an extreme lack of sleep and beyond busy with homework and studying for finals. I feel kind of out of place because I don't have any projects or papers to write. I'm getting plenty of sleep. Maybe too much. I am studying a lot for exams though... probably a little excessively. But there's no such thing as excessive studying. I just really need to pass this physics exam. Taking physics was probably one of the worst decisions of my life ever ever. I wish I could understand but it just never clicks. Physics has become this underground tunnel that I have forever lost myself in and I keep thinking I see the light but I just imagine it. It's miserable. I think what really gets me is the math and that's when I really die. Die. Physics will be the death of me.

This past weekend I hooked up the heating blanket. This is sad? I haven't used a heating blanket since I lived in Vermont, which was ages ago. I feel terrible terrible for my pet lizard, Mr. Tumnus. It says it's only 75 degrees in his cage and very dry. I need to get a humidifier so he'll have a nice tropical environment. Sometimes I take him out of his cage and lie him next to me under the blankets and he falls asleep. Haha this probably sounds really weird but at least I know he's warm. Last night I woke up sweating especially my feet because I had my wool socks on. You know when you strip the sheets off your bed and you find a pile of socks at the end? Haha I think when I'm sleeping, my body subconsciously takes them off somehow. When to wear socks to bed and when not, that is the question.

Remember one of my earlier posts? I think it was the first one where I said I was uber peaceful up here, almost in Nirvana. Well, I was stumbling when I found these 18 rule s that the Dalai Lama supposedly lives by. I'm usually not a person to read these and then post them on Facebook or wherever but I thought these were a little different from the norm and yea I wish I could think like this...

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three Rs: 1. Respect for self 2. Respect for others 3. Responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day. (oh I do this a lot. maybe too much!)

9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. (this too...)

11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality. (this blog... ha that's 3 a live by regularly!)

15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

So wise that Lama is.

 

i'll bet this will make you happier

4 ways i'm going to make you smile...

1.

Dear friends,
It is with the saddest heart that I pass on the following. Please join
me in remembering a great icon.

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and
complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly-greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities
turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry
Jack, the Calif...

ornia Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and
Cap'n Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours as long- time
friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man
who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show
business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not
considered a very "smart" cookie, wasting much of his dough on
half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he -- even
still, as a crusty old man -- was considered a roll model for millions.
Toward the end, it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no
tart.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough
and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by
his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes.

 

2.
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5jw3T3Jy70
http://youtu.be/MQb2DFTKZh8

3.
http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=15157150

4.
http://beforeidie.cc/

well, maybe actually five...

5.
http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1Urhua/:143UlX6ZO:Ev.+jPif/theoatmeal.com/comics/cats_actually_kill/

 

I'M BACK.

I am terribly sorry my lovely readers... I have neglected you. It's really because I had a week off for Thanksgiving and I'm not as bored and with nothing to do when I'm in the "real world." Also, I just wasn't hype enough to write anything. I got lazy. I totes had a mini obsession with writing blog posts and then it all kind of faded away. But it's OK, it's all coming back. I'm listening to M83 and drinking some nice cold milk and it's 11:00 at night... here comes a kickin' blog post. Well, since I didn't actually get up this morning until 10:30 I have lots of energy still and feel not one bit tired.

Sometimes I wait to do my homework until 8:00 at night and get really tired. For some reason I deny sleep and keep chugging along. After a while I hit the point where I'm just not tired anymore. I usually just finish my homework and then stay up longer reading or something because I can't go to sleep. It's awful. This sometimes happens during the weekends after everyone goes to bed, I'm up doing the dishes (that I've neglected for a couple days and they must be done) and naturally I'm listening to my ipod to some kickin music to wash the plates and bowls and such... (mind you it's midnight) and then I eat a whole Milky Way bar to keep me from dozing off... bad idea because then I get a sugar rush and I take breaks from doing the dishes and dance all over the house. Jamming to some ACDC or Queen or Lady Gaga. I mean, I have a wicked work out playlist. But yea. Here I am boogeying and whatnot too music at midnight. I don't know why I get this urge but I go into the bathroom and dance in front of the mirror. I guess I like to see myself dancing and being a fool in the mirror. Like, "how ridiculous do I actually look?" There's many benefits though. I get an awesome workout. I usually go to bed out of breath and then wake up the next morning all sore. I also get a lot of things done like the dishes and dusting and well that's really it. But the point is... nevermond there is no point.

So today I got this really sexy dress at H&M for just $15. Such a steal. Such. It looks super similar to this dress that I really wanted from Macy's that was $30ish, so I'm very satisfied with my excellent shopping skills. I really don't know when I'm going to wear this dress, since I don't go to parties or do anything lately. But at least I won't feel guilty about not wearing it that much since it's only $15. I mean you should have seen it. I was in H&M looking at the dresses and then I saw this one hanging on the wrong rack with no other ones around it. I couldn't find anymore. I looked at the price tag (which was not on sale) and saw how little it was. And it was my size. It was like divine intervention. God put this here for me. I must have done something right in life. Too great.

Some exciting news. So, I have this friend. Well, he's more than a friend really. He's my friend with a capitol "F." (If you haven't figured it out yet, he's ehhh my boyfriend.) Eh, I'm just really weird and I can't say the "b" word or the "d" word (dating.) Too many issues. Can't explain. But anyway, he's excellent. Well, more than excellent. He's splendifurous. We are really similar and like a bunch of nerdy stuff and the same music and we are just weird and awkward. The best combination if I do say so myself. But the exciting thing is on November 26th it was our one year "a" word (anniversary.) It's a really funny story how we met and then that day when we became um together? Yea, together. Well, we met through my brother and boyscouts haha. so lame. And I saw him at church and my mom and I used to say what a hottie/cutie he was. And oh my goodness, how exactly he looked like Percy Jackson (from that movie, you know.) Well, I was a little creepy and creeped and got his picture from facebook and a picture of Percy Jackson and put them together and gave them to my brother to give to him. Yep, I know that's weird. And then I made sure I picked up my brother from boyscouts so I could see him and possibly give him a ride home. Well, one day I did and then he stole my Scabbers (the rat from Harry Potter) that was hanging from the hand bar in my car. He cut off his toe because the Scabbers stuffed animal was a little inacurate from the book and wasn't missing a finger. Yea long long story short we became buddies. And then he asked me to homecoming and I was like um no I don't want to go to homecoming but we can have an adventure instead. So we did. We ate icecream for dinner and went to Home Depot and star gazed in a park. Perfection and oddness all in one. And then came Thanksgivingish, the day after actually. Well, we went out to star gazing on the dock in the park at 10ish or so. And we talked a lot and nothing else really. I swear. But oh man. It was 1 in the morning and this "fake" (more like a park ranger or something in collared shirtt with a police symbol on it) cop came and was like um you're passed curfew and technically trespassing if you're not fishing or boating or whatever. Which is such bogus. But he wrote our names down and then told us to go home. I was scared shitless. Never ever have I ever done something unlawful or bad bad in my life. I never had a detention. So I drove him back home and felt really really awful but then really really good because he asked me "o" word (out.) Yea, it's a really weird feeling. Feeling really really awful but really really good. So, I told my parents that I almost got arrested and they were like "eh yea he's probs a fakey don't worry." THIS IS WHY MY PARENTS ARE THE SHIT. But yup. That's a pretty cool story I think. And I'm really weird and can't say a lot of words but I'm not afraid or weirded out to say the "l" word... because I really do love him. He's my best friend.