Cucumber Eyes.

A snuggie is only a robe put on backwards. My robe actually works even better than the snuggie because it has a belt to keep it in place.

TV

As you have probably noticed, television stardom is no longer limited to actors and actresses revolving around a heart wrenching, hilarious or fairly mundane plotline in order to get high ratings. No, nowadays the world is television's little oyster in coming up with reality shows about far too involved families vying for the most outrageous award in their D-list hall of fame.

Reality shows are one thing, but what I've noticed lately is these throwntogetherlastminute shows where girls with nicknames like "hotcat" and "olive martini" fight for the love of a man who, in all truthfulness is just a big tool. The bachelor started things off, and it ended up being popular for fair reasons because it was really the first of its kind. But then Flavor of Love came around with 50 looks 70 Flava. Again, whatever, it was pretty entertaining. But then he got THREE SEASONS. Then FIVE spin offs came from it, four of which are dating ones.

Even with those, fine, I just switch from vH1, but what really got me was the For the Love of Ray Jay. I didn't even know this show existed, much less that it's on the second season. The title credits are as far as I lasted, but they literally explain the entire show. Watch it.

PS The show Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew is about a bunch of sex addicts who live together for 21 days of rehab. The only thing is that they put together a bunch of models and musicians. They weren't even trying with this one.

I'll be your superhero

So since I was sick with 101 degree fever last week, I've become this sort of super smeller. I'm sure you're thinking, "WOW! I'd totally love that!" or, "That's the best super-power I've ever heard of." I know I know, but in all reality, it sucks.

I was just minding my own business, opening a bag of teddy grahams, popped one in my mouth, and all of a sudden it just tasted like fish. So goes this past week of food. Ketchup tasted like chemicals, egg salad tasted like straight sugar and pancakes frankly had no taste at all.

It reminds me of that one episode of Family Guy where they all get these awesome super powers and Meg ends up with just growing her fingernails long. Next time I get a cold, I'm hoping for x-ray vision.

You Are My Sweetest Downfall

This sums up a little conversation I had with Rachelle earlier.

I think I'm going to turn this in with my Operations Management case study.

This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had. Now, I never use this word, but the only way to descripe Friday night was epic. Eleanor's birthday was a blast.
It's really hard to leave every time mostly because I don't know when the next time I'll see everyone again. Laughing that hard just never happens when they're not around.

Summer housing hasn't turned out to be perfect yet. There's a time of about 2 and 1/2 weeks where I have absolutely nowhere to live/put stuff, so I've come up with some ideas:

1. Disguise myself as a couch and try to stay in my apartment right now.
2. Car sleeping. Never quite proves to be as comfortable as you think.
3. Put a moustache on and apply for married people summer apartments.
4. Make a fort.
5. Build a house.
6. Act nonchalant and sleep in the library. If they find me, I'll act just as appalled as they are that they found me.

We'll see how it plays out.

I Wake in the Morning, and I Step Outside

I'm listening to Westmont radio right now.
Probably for the first time ever.
It's pretty interesting because two guys are talking homosexuality, and if a pastor is preaching that the Bible is against homosexuality and someone doesn't like it, they can charge him for a hate crime.
Not sure if it's true, but it's interesting.

My would you rather of the day: Belch a green mist or fart confetti

is there really choice? no. we all know what we would choose.

SANTA BEARBREAAAARRRR this weekend. Happy brithday MELEANOR!

They'll Build a Statue of Us.

I am almost ashamed.
The other day, Rachelle and I went to the UW bookstore. I found City of Glass by Paul Auster, but it is the graphic novel. That's correct. I spent $15 dollars on a graphic novel.
Don't judge me.

and maybe I'll let you borrow it.

I Came to You with Cellophane Skin

I know it's creepy, but something I love to do is stare at people in class.
I love it.
Mostly because it's fun to watch people fall asleep, heads falling and consciousness disappearing. I can say this because I know I've done my fair share of amusing people by violently sleeping in class. I've even woken myself up by my face slamming into the desk because my soft sweater made my elbow slip.

BUT, also when watching people in class, sometimes other people are doing the same, and we inevitably catch eyes.
This can go one of two ways:
A) Either they look away or I look away by acting like I was scanning the room completely interested in the side pea green wall right next to their face. "No sir, I was not gazing lovingly at your boyish good looks, I was sizing up the height of that desk right next to you. yea. That one...it's around 2 and a half feet tall. Trust me."
B) I like doing this one better, but I'm not sure it increases the chances of my making friends. When I catch someone looking at me, I relax completely every muscle in my face. It catches them completely off-guard. I laugh a little inside and continue to pay attention to the teacher like it never happened.

Other than that, my kryptonite has been discovered. Now, I quite pride myself on the fact I don't swoon over guys wearing name brands, with big muscles or who use the words "bro," "dog," and "like," so this is quite a big step. I try to see if there's chemistry that's hopefully based on conversation skills, interesting level and how much we have in common, but if the opposite sex has one thing that attracts me the most, it's extremely hip haircuts. I absolutely dig them. Like the side bang swoop in the front with the rest short. Sad to say, even a fashion mullet. Just not Guito spikes. bleh.