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Dear Diary... You Better Write Me Back This Time!

Dear Diary,

Hey what's up? Yeah that's cool, I'm just in the computer lab and talking to other students about how no one reads our blogs and I was like, OMG. That's true. No one reads our blogs. So now I feel pretty lame because whenever I blog I'm basically writing myself little reminders of things I like and dislike, which DUH I already know this stuff. I feel like one of those women that send themselves a bouquet on Valentine's day. And after this realization it makes me want to blog even less than I already do. Which means my blog motivation level in my brain is getting dangerously low. But on the bright side at least we have already blogged more than last trimester! High five! Anyways, since no one else is reading these jagged trains of thoughts I messily pour onto the computer screen I'm glad I have me to read'em. Thanks for always being there, me. You're nice.

Ta ta for now!

You/Me.

Tetriphilia

Tetris isn't really a fun game. Its a monotonous cycle of colored blocks falling into a rectangle, but the other day I was perusing the Android market and decided to buy it for shits n' gigs and now I'm addicted. Its day three of my addiction and so far and I've experienced neck pain from craning my head to get up close with my phone when Tetrising, as well as small bursts of rage when I place a block in the wrong place, and also feelings of Tetris withdrawal. However, I'm not really concerned that I'm addicted to Tetris, I'm more embarrassed. Because really-- it's not that fun of a game... So I guess until Android comes out with some hip new game I'm stuck with a raging case of Tetriphilia and a crick in my neck. Maybe Android market has Pong...

Going to College and Facing Starvation

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"What sounds good for lunch?"

"Uhhhh.... I don't know."

"Well then you must not be that hungry."

"No, no! I am! I'm starving! What sounds good to you?"

"I asked you."
... silence...

... 7 minutes later...

"Are you hungry?"

--repeat--

So basically this is the conversation I have almost every Saturday/Sunday with my mother. The problem in our house is basically, that no one ever knows what their hungry for OR we're all hungry for different things and can't agree on what to have sending my poor mom into a rage of having to put up with her indecisive family and trying to cook something to please everyone. But last Sunday after my mother and I's "are you hungry?" conversation she let out a sigh of exasperation and said, "What are you going to do in college?"
Me, curled up in my little nook of the couch and in an Adventure Time trance perked up my ears and said, "What do you mean?"
"How are you going to eat in college? You can never decide if your hungry and can you even cook?"
"Yes I can cook!" I said like I was offended that she didn't realize her daughter was pretty much a teenage Giada At Home. (Food Network reference) "I can make um-- I can make noodles, and rice, and ramen, and mac n' cheese, and I could probably make stew and mashed potatoes if I really wanted too..."
"So basically you can boil water and make pasta."
I had been defeated. "Yeah, I guess."
"And what do you eat for vegetables? And fruit? And you don't eat salad. What healthy things will you have?"
Then I went on to explain for about the trillionth time that I don't like lettuce because it is cold and wet and is crunchy like bugs, and that I like the taste of fruit, but not the texture, AND that I kind of like spinach and maybe next week I'll try a spinach salad. But as I got to thinking I knew that my mom was absolutely right. I'm quite picky, as well as lazy when it comes to getting up and having to feed myself, and while it's easy for me to imagine chilling in my cool college apartment and making a delicious and healthy dinner for my trendy, bestfriend roommate and I, I'm unsure of the probability that it could actually happen. So I made the decision that now I need to be more adventerous with my food and try and learn how to cook. I plan to now take notes on things when watching Food Network and then possibly try and cook it later. We'll see how this goes.

**UPDATE**--- I tried some spinach from my mom's salad the other day with some feta cheese and a weird vinagarette spritzer. It wasn't terrible. I might train myself to like it.

Why Don't I Tan Anymore?

With the sudden onset of unseasonably warm weather this past week I found myself lounging outside for the majority of my weekend and contemplating laying out and getting a nice base tan for the beginning of spring. On Sunday when the high was in the low 80s I had a sudden realization. I went inside to take a look at one of my baby pictures (or child pictures since I was probably 8 or something)  in which I'm sporting a purple one piece and giant Scuba Steve goggles and I realized... back in the day I got hella tan. In the summers I would become magically dark and my hair turned bright, bright blonde and remembering this made me, actually, kind of upset. I was like, "What the heck Mother Nature? I grow up and you decide, 'let's make her skin paler and her hair darker!'" As a little girl I didn't care if I was tan or not and it didn't matter how blonde my hair was, but now that I'm 17 everyone wants a perfect summer glow and I have to pay to touch up my natural(ly faded) color. Why?!? It's unfair. It's a vain pursuit... but it's unfair! The end.

Quotes to Live By #1

"Comparison is the thief of joy."
- Theodore Roosevelt

I found this quote while pinning today and at first read it and thought it was nothing, but I shortly realized that this is very, very true. Way too often, we as humans compare ourselves to others. Whether it be someone we are close to who seems to have it better than us, or someone we barely know but envy. And since I don't really know how the guy world operates it seems that women do this a lot. We're constantly rating ourselves in comparison to celebrities on TV and magazines or our friends or to our own internal insecurities about invisible standards we strive to meet. Girls wish their clothes were as cute as hers, or their hair, or their room, or their eyelashes, or whatever we find to be inadequate about ourselves. So for a change I think we should all take a day to ourselves, to appreciate what we have instead of standing in the mirror and nitpicking at every flaw. Wake up and wink at yourself like, "Whaddup hot stuff?" Remind yourself that you have really great hair, or nice legs, or pretty eyes, etc. and don't be so caught up on belittling yourself in contrast to others, because it will make you feel bad and be unable to appreciate the person you are.

Lost An Hour

Today we jumped back an hour which means for most high schoolers that we have one less hour to sleep in before getting ready for school. But losing an hour hopefully won't effect us too bad now is the time when the days get longer and the nights get shorter, as well as better weather and cuter clothes. So now when you get home from school rather than the sky turning dark right as you pull in the driveway the night will be coming later and later which will in turn inspire us to not nap right after school! Maybe go on a jog? Do homework early! Play with your pet outdoors! Bask in the sun! Make a healthy smoothie! Sing to the birds! Dance around your house! Basically what I'm hoping is that the increase in daylight will make up for a lost hour of sleep by giving me a little more energy when I get home to help me get things done and NOT waste my afternoons napping.