Hmm... I don't remember

My first semester at college I realized something troubling. I forget to eat unless there is a set schedule. In high school there were always specific times set aside for eating. This does not happen in college. College is a massive clusterfuck schedule wise. Because of that I would consistently miss meals or just forget to eat.

After I graduated I figured it would be easier to make time for meals. Which is true, but I did not realize that I would still forget to eat. Although that isn't strictly what happens. Normally I go through all the cupboards, stare into the fridge, then the freezer and decided I don't feel like making anything because it takes so much time. I repeat that entire process looking for something I can make in less time. Ultimately I end up staring at the popsicles in the freezer and thinking "eating a popsicle will raise my blood sugar which will give me more energy so then I can actually cook something."

Which is true. Only not at all. What ends up happening: I totally forget I was hungry. Or I get distracted and start working on something else entirely. A few hours pass before I even remember I was hungry, then the whole process starts all over. And all that leads to me feeling starved by the end of the day. I basically eat one meal a day and about three or four popsicles. It's so healthy...

Candy!

I am a big fan of candy. I will pretty much eat anything that is made primarily out of sugar. Kind of sad, but true. One of few candies that I will never eat again is a guava gummy candy I picked up at the Asian market. It was seriously disgusting. In all fairness it really is the after taste that blows it. While chewing it doesn't really have any flavor and then *BAM* this sickly taste crawls up your throat. A co-worker referred to the taste as "what I imagine sweaty gym socks taste like".

The other candy like confection I will never eat again are Mallo-licious peaches. They foam. It's almost like having rabies, only it would be super sweet and have the added side effect of gagging.

Soooo Nasty!

But other than that nastiness I am down with pretty much anything. As is evident by the "candy" below.

Circus Peanuts. I really wish I could buy just one. I only ever want to eat one of them. But noooo, they come in this huge bag. I would have added these to the candy I will never eat again, but I will randomly get a craving for one. It only happens about once a year, and I try desperately to not cave, but they look so yummy. And then I eat one and don't want anymore.

Strawberry candies with a gooey center are a childhood favorite . My grandma used to keep them in her purse and give them to me when I did chores and stuff. I still don't know if they have a brand name or are just known as "those strawberry candies".

Bottle Caps are an all time favorite. Being completely honest, I only like the root beer ones. The cola ones are okay, mostly I think they are root beer and then am mildly distraught when I realize they are not. Sad day. Now if only I could buy just the root beer ones I would be set for life.

Gobstopper! It's been years since I've had these. They are so much fun, and yummy. I mostly got these on Pathfinder (it's like Girl Scouts but for Adventists) trips. An added plus is that they work really well for pegging people. Not that I ever did that...

Atomic Fireballs (not bombs). This is pretty much the only spicy candy I like. I am not a fan of super hot stuff, but my family is, which is how I almost burned my nose off when I was 2 (story at bottom). When I was about 12-13 years old, me and my best friend used to have contests to see how long we could keep the candy in our mouths. I am fairly certain she always won. Like I said, I am not a fan of spicy stuff.

Butterscotch candies are super yummy. This is what grandma would give me if she was out of the strawberry ones. These are pretty much classic candy.

Those peppermint things that melt in your mouth. Not sure what the actual name is, but they are fantastic. I think I ate like half a container once. It made me super hyper (shocking, I know).

Chocolate covered espresso beans. Who could not love these wonderful creations? It's my two favorite things, coffee and chocolate. I don't believe that anything else needs to be said.

Okay, earlier I made a reference to almost burning off my nose when I was two. My older sisters stuck a straw in a container of chili powder and told me to smell it. Well, me being two and all, I snorted it. It was a Saturday afternoon and I woke my parents up with my screams. They were not amused.

Youtube videos I don't really understand

While cleaning my room yesterday I found a door name plate thingy I made in college. It's in the shape of a unicorn and has best friends name on one side and Charlie on the other. My mother did not get the Charlie the Unicorn reference. At all. So I pulled up the video and we watched it.

It was way worse than I remember. Not very difficult to do since I pretty much watched it all the time and laughed hysterically each time. But the video makes no sense and the ones that follow are even worse.

Well I just recently watched the Nyan Cat video. And wow, it's really bad. It's super cute, and intensely repetitive and some how despite all that I kind of like it.

However I found that the videos made by Nyan Cat fans were way cooler. Like this one here.

Then there is the hilarious Silent Monks videos. Those are great.

And let's not forget all the funny videos shown to me by friends.

I cannot find this video on the blogger youtube thingy so just click here.

Anyway. That should be enough videos to sufficiently mind numb anyone. I do enjoy a great youtube clip, but some days it's nice to step back and realize "these videos are horrible, in a funny way."

Being vindictive is not in my repertoire

But really it is. A friend had come in my room singing Disney songs, which I would normally go along with, but I was reading for my history of Rome class and that book is evil. It just drops all the information unceremoniously on the page, intense man.

When she settled down and started reading on of her text books I grabbed the can of air freshener, planning on spraying her with the harmless apple spiced fragrance. Before pushing the button I stood near her having a silent hysterical laughing fit (meaning my mouth was wide open but no noise - so much easier to scare them with). Unbeknownst to me the can was aimed directly into my mouth. Air freshener does not taste the way it smells, in any way shape or form.

And that is pretty much a great example of my life. Someone does something to annoy me and I retaliate in a way that backfires and makes me look stupid, crazed and majorly screwed in the head.

I'm so glad people don't expect normal when hiring ... What? They do? Well I guess I am just screwed then. Might as well enjoy it.

Hello I am still here

I was talking to a few friends at the reception desk of my dorm when the following discussion ensued.

"I think you should dye your hair blond."

"No, she looks horrible blond. Brown is a much better color."

"No way. She looks like a little fairy when her hair is blond."

"Yeah but brown hair looks more natural and it brings out her eyes."

"But when her hair is short it looks better blond."

"Hmm... You're right. When her hair is short it looks cute blond."

Both turn and look at me.

"Dye your hair blond when it's short and dye it brown when it's long. Okay?"

I am not sure if I should find it funny or disturbing that my friends have arguments over my hair. I was a little perturbed that they had this conversation and basically ignored that I was standing there with them. It is nice that my friends care enough about my appearance to be able to argue over it... I guess. All in all I thought the exchange was amusing. I have gone to school with the girls since high school and they have watched me go through more hair colors and styles than most people do in their life times.

I have had my hair red, black, brown, blond, blue, purple, pink, mid-back, shoulder, cropped, ear-length and two-inches long in the last eight years. If I am going to be changing styles so often I probably shouldn't complain when friends pick favorites.

Dysfunctional Laminate Tile Stuff

I had thought moving into the wrong room was going to okay, and I guess it is, in one of those "Oh look someone pulled the pin on this grenade - F***!" kinda ways.

I am not sure what was worse, the smell of the floor. The smell was misleading because the previous occupant had febreezed the room to cover the smell of spilled feta cheese... it was really bad the first night.

But the floor... It is just so bad. As soon as I find a camera I will post a picture. Fake wood laminate. Need I say more? It didn't stop there, the loverly person who decided to put the laminate floor down realized that they didn't have enough to cover the entire floor. They left a 6X4 foot rectangle in the middle of the floor with the original tile. I have a tri-toned floor. The tile under the sink isn't the same as the tile in the middle of the floor. I guess I should just be glad that I have a unique floor.