Santa!

When I was little I believed in Santa hardcore. I was anxious the entire month of December. Trying to be on my best behavior, which I thought would ensure me in more presents. Every Christmas me and my brother made an oath that we would stay up as late as possible to try and see Santa. I remember one year we built this fort type thing on Christmas Eve and waited inside til we eventually we both fell asleep. I also got really into watching the news on Christmas, since they told where Santa was and where he was going to next. It's just funny how much I believed in him, without really having any solid logic why a man could fly around the world with a sleigh of reindeer. That's why it was an amazing time to be a kid, you do not need logic to understand. The day I found out Santa was not real was a really terrible day. I cried....and cried...and then sat inside my closet and cried. I couldn't understand why people lied to their children about where their presents actually came from. It didn't make any sense. It still doesn't.

Time Travel is Morally Wrong.

Where did this year go? Two more finals and then this semester is over. Over? Didn't I just pack my stuff up and get here? College time must go faster than high school time. Is it because I'm new here, which makes it seem faster? People always say time goes faster when you get older. I'm starting to believe it. Two years ago seems like yesterday. I don't like this feeling. It's making me realize how short time is. I guess it's good in way, so I won't waste it. There's just so much to do and going on right now. Oi vey. Sometimes, it's hard to focus and get motivated. I just have to realize this is my only shot, so I have to try my hardest. I can be okay at balancing things sometimes. Next year may prove more difficult. Part-time job, probably my own apartment, school, bills. One day at a time. Ugh, maybe I should just stay in the dorms, so I can have my pretty easy lifestyle at the moment. Reduce future responsibilities and be wreckless as long as possible!

This is not about Centaurs.

I really like espresso in my coffee drank.
I don't think I will ever get a tattoo.
If I could go anywhere in the world right now, it would probably be India.
I like boys with beards. I mean you have no idea how much I LOVE beards. They are so cute.
I really liked learning about dinosaurs as a kid.
I really hope Ryan Seacrest doesn't take over Larry King.
But I do hope Conan O'Brien takes over Jay Leno next year!
I really like segways.
Kristin Wigg is my hero.
I like to read real fairy tales for their creeper factor.
I like radio jingles that take themselves to seriously.
I'm not a fan of John Stamos.
Indian boys know how to party.
Sometimes I can't say no.
The girls on my floor are annoying and loud. And if I hear that Taylor Swift song one more time, well then it's going down.
I think my RA's are creepers.
I am starting to use the word creeper a lot.

Wisdom Teeth...

is God's way of saying, "I really don't like you. Haha!"
I mean seriously, it has to be. Getting my wisdom teeth removed was the most painful experience I have ever been through. I had not one, but four impacted wisdom teeth. I remember feeling my gums with my tongue and feeling something hard trying to make its way through the surface. I kind of knew these had to be my wisdom teeth coming in. I went to the oral surgeon and got x-rays taken, which verified my feelings about my sore gums. My dentist told me I could be put under anesthesia or have laughing gas which was less expensive. I didn't think it was necessary for me to be put to sleep, so I chose the nitrous oxcide. He also said since my wisdom teeth were impacted he would have to use a bone saw, which he would later fix with dissovable stitches. Just the word bone saw was enough to make freaked out.
The day finally came when I was scheduled to have my unnecessary cave men teeth to be removed. First, a nurse came to give me shots in my gums to numb them. Then came the nitrous oxcide. The best part of the whole procedure. The nitrous oxcide instantly relaxed my fears and I was just in my own little zone. My surgeon came in and when I heard the buzz of the scary sharp saw I got really scared. Then all of a sudden a heard a tear, which was my gum, being ripped open. I could feel blood dripping down my chin. The sound of my flesh being sawed open must have been pretty hilarious since I started laughing...and laughing. My surgeon had to stop and asked why I was laughing. I told him I wasn't sure but the sound of the saw agaisnt my gums is pretty funny. He then said, "Better than drugs, and it's legal." So, now I understand why nitrous oxicide is sometimes called laughing gas.

room mate.

My room mate has boxes of lotion under her bed. At first, I didn't notice. Then one afternoon I saw them. She has crates and boxes full of lotion underneath her bed. So many different kinds! Anytime when she was gone and I had a friend come over, I would make them look under her bed to see the lotion! They got freaked out as much as I did. Why would someone need all this lotion. Why would someone even bring all this lotion to school with them. Maybe she has a skin disease and needs to moisten a lot? The day my friend Randi was in my room we decided to count the lotion. We counted up to 63 bottles and tubes and then got too freaked out and had to stop. Maybe my room mate is an alien and has to hydrate her skin so she won't die. All I know is that it's creepy and disturbing and keeps me up at night. I roll over in bed and it's staring at me. I've lost hours of sleep thanks to her lotion hording habit.

Digital Photography

Sometimes, I get angry with camera owners. Especially camera owners with facebook or myspace.
There are multiple reason why I feel this way. Just because you have a camera doesn't mean you need to take pictures of you and your friends every time you see them. Then go upload the pictures you just took and put them on the internet, because you want the world to know you stepped outside of the house and socialized with actual people. You then rush home back to your internet world and instantly put the damn pictures up. The same poses of you and your friends over and over does not make you a photographer. The same pictures all girls have on their social networking sites. The picture where one girl is holding the camera up while they both make funny faces. No one else is there to take the picture so you can see the picture takers extended arm on the side.

I also dislike the over-usageness of picnik and photshop. Girls, that take group photos and then write all over the pictures with stupid sayings and peace signs. Don't get me started on photoshop. People that photshop their pictures so much that you can't recognize it's even them. Girls that spend 10 minutes taking pictures of themselves, trying to get the right picture and then spend more time photoshopping it-just to go post it on myspace for their friends, who already know what they look like to see.

My point is this: Do not rely on your camera to show off how cool you are, and how cool your friends are. Don't try to make your plain pictures look artistic with the use of photoshop. If they weren't good pictures to begin with, it's because you are NOT a real photographer. That is all.

Black Friday.

Once a year Black Friday happens. You could think of it as a day when you wake up early and get awesome deals on HD televisions, or a day when you're still overpaying for things you really don't need and act like an asshole to get to the checkout counter first.

Did you hear of the Walmart greeter that got trampled to death this year?
Or the pregnant women that got knocked down and lost her baby?

Stories like this happen every year. It's disgusting to hear how greedy people can get during the holidays. Doesn't greed ruin the purpose of Christmas? I think maybe we should make a law and buy presents every other year...that could suck, too. I'm not sure what the happy medium would be. Getting things we only really need?

I, myself, have never participated in the evil of Black Friday. Too many people rushing around everywhere, too many long lines. I think it would make me angry being involved in such madness!