These Memes, Though!

I’ll leave this here just because these memes cracked me up and are completely accurate: http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/memes-in-2015?utm_term=.at6qOx0r8R#.fkV2XAqnk4

Food & Silly Things

Prompt: Name and describe five silly things you do.

1. Pancakes must be eaten in stacks of three. I have no idea how this started, but I can’t think of anything (in relation to breakfast) more glorious than three evenly-buttered pancakes stacked on top of one another. But that’s not all! To get the perfect stack of pancakes, the syrup also has to be poured in a certain pattern. I always pour the syrup over my pancakes using three horizontal stripes, followed by three vertical stripes. (As I’m typing, I am feeling the sudden urge to post a YouTube video about this because I’m sure there is so much pancake injustice going on right now). I promise you, if you eat pancakes this way, you will never be disappointed with how they taste. The even-buttering makes it so that no one layer is too greasy, and the perfect striping of the syrup is to ensure that you can actually taste the pancake instead of drenching it in liquid sugar.
2. Hash browns are best covered in syrup.  Speaking of proper syrup practices, I don’t really care about the way in which syrup is poured over my hash browns, as long as it’s there. I’m pretty sure I began doing this when I ordered pancakes with hash browns and some other side at restaurants (probably toast and eggs). My syrup would drip off the sides of my pancakes, onto my plate, and slowly work its way into my hash browns. I used to just eat them with the leftover syrup from my pancakes, but after a while I think I just decided hash browns deserve their own syrup. It’s the perfect combination of potato and sweet goodness. It’s incredibly delicious. Here’s the problem: I always have to ask for syrup to be brought to the table after my food arrives. Why? Does everyone really eat their hashbrowns dry?! That’s disgusting! And please, please do not tell me you eat hashbrowns with ketchup. They are not french fries! We are at breakfast, people. Act civilized and put syrup on your shredded potatoes.
3. I have a specific order for each fast-food restaurant I eat at. McDonald’s? That’d be a #1 – Big Mac meal with a medium Coke. Taco Bell? Hello, #9 – Crunch Wrap Supreme with a crunchy taco and large Pepsi. Subway? Now this is the big one because I’ve been ordering the same sandwich since I was about 8 years old and I go there a lot. For this order, I get a 6-inch wheat sub with ham and American cheese. The veggies are lettuce, tomatoes, green peppers, black olives, banana peppers, and light mayo. I also get a meal – but I switch it up with the chips and cookies. I have a chip and cookie preference, but it gets a little complicated as soon as my first chip choice (baked sour cream and onion Lay’s) is out and unavailable for my taking. Anyway, a medium Coke goes with this order. I do this mostly because it’s easy and I never have to think about what I’m going to order while I’m in line. When I get up to the counter, I can immediately order without indecision. I also feel like I will be disappointed if one day I chose something different and hate it. Then I’ll just want to take it back and get my usual.
4. I order tomatoes on my Subway sandwich and always pick one off. Subway employees put three tomatoes on my 6-inch sandwich. I started picking one off because when I put the sandwich up to my mouth to eat, the bottom tomato would start to slide out of the sandwich every single time. So, I would just pick off the bottom tomato and go on my merry way. Now I think it’s just habit. The tomato at the bottom of my sandwich always gets tossed aside. I should probably just start telling the Subway people to put two tomatoes on my sandwich, but now it’s tradition. So I guess the bottom tomato on my sandwich is forever doomed.
5. Dairy must NEVER be shared… EVER. This may be the silliest thing I do, but my milk and ice cream is for me and me only. I have no logical explanation for this, so I will just leave you with it as is.

Ew… Puke. Ew!

Looking back, all of these deal with food… I promise, I really am not that picky. Some foods just have rules.

Hey, it’s a New Year!

Where to begin…

First, let me just say that I have (almost) not written a single word since December 2014. That is so sad! With my profession not being writing and with college no longer pushing me to write, I just kind of fell out of my routine. That is depressing. So… even though I’ve never been a huge fan of New Year’s resolutions, I guess I will make an effort to write more this year. I know, I know…proper goals are supposed to be “SMART” (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Relevant, and Time-bound). Yeah, yeah. I am mostly shooting for attainable here. Even if I only write a handful of blog posts this year, it’ll be better than last year. I just need some words to have contact with a page; get all the rust out and the gears turning up there.

I will also have to admit that I got plenty of writer-y things for Christmas, like 365 writing prompts (okay, that one was from me and to me…don’t judge). But I also got 500 writing prompts from my sister as well. According to my calculator (because I can’t math), that’s 865 writing prompts that will go totally unused if I don’t start writing something.

On a somewhat related note to the writer-y things I received for Christmas, I will also be working on my calligraphy skills (fancy, huh?) and might post something cool if I can get my hand to do the right thing. So there’s some excitement to look forward to. YAY.

In my next post, I’ll delve into something a little more interesting (hopefully), but for now Happy New Year, everyone!

And That’s a Wrap…

No big deal… but I am officially a college graduate, guys!

No more class. No more studying. No more school.

I can’t believe it. I have so much free time now that I don’t know what to do with myself. I jokingly tell everyone that I’m a jobless bum, sometimes interchangeable with nomad. Same thing. While I have been searching for jobs (because let’s be real, I do need money), I have been enjoying some time off. I can do whatever I want, when I want. School no longer dictates my day-to-day life. After 16 and a half years of schooling, that is so weird.

There’s just so much freedom! I need to pick up a few regular hobbies and find some things that I enjoy doing again because I have so much time to fill (between filling out job apps, of course).

And yes, graduate school might come later down the road, but for now, I am done.

Here are some memes that summarize how I feel about the whole thing:

The Bugs!

The other day, my sister came into my room dying laughing because her co-workers had shown her a Vine video at work, so of course she had to show it to me. She was already crying when she came into my room because she was laughing so hard at this video, so I assumed it had to be good. She showed me it and I laughed a little bit, but I definitely was not crying… until a day later when the hilarity of the video hit me all at once.

Most of the time, I get home from school late at night. And yes, I am one of those people who is scared of the dark. Okay, not of the dark per say, but what’s in the dark. I’m always afraid of someone jumping out from behind a corner or a big dog running up to me or something. So anyway, I pull in my driveway and of course, it’s pitch black. I get out of the car, gather up my backpack and laptop bag, and close the car door. I have a little remote on my keys to lock my car door, so when I push it my headlights flash and my doors lock. Sometimes, I just keep hitting the “lock” button until I get to my front door so that I will have a little bit of light from my headlights as I’m walking.

This particular night, I wasn’t feeling as scared, so I just clicked the “lock” button once and went on my way to the front door. As I was rounding the corner to get to the door, all my fright hit me at once. I started a slight jog, but by the time I got to the door, I was in full panic mode. Like I said, I hate the dark.

My front door has an electronic key pad, so in all my fear, I was trying to hurriedly press the right numbers on the pad, but of course, I was trying to do it too fast, so I was missing numbers and getting the wrong combination. I got the wrong combination like three times, so I tried to slow myself down, breathe, and just get in the freaking house.

When I finally got the right combination, I practically busted the door down. At that point, the video my sister showed me hit me so hard, I started crying out of laughter. It was probably quite the sight to see.

All I could think was “THE BUGS!”

Disclaimer: The more you watch this video, the more you’ll get a kick out of it.

Dance Overload

Yesterday I took a well-deserved day off after my meeting. I grabbed my cheesy poofs and root beer and basically glued myself to my bed for seven hours straight. It was bliss. I haven’t been able to do that in so long. And especially since I’m down-in-the-dumps these days, I felt like I should have at least one lazy sweatpants day, so my pity party for one ensued.

Anyway, I took the time to catch up on two of my favorite shows: Rookie Blue (which is so amazing that you should stop reading this and go start watching from season one) and So You Think You Can Dance (which is the best competition show of all time and you should also consider watching from season one, but if 11 seasons is too daunting, just start watching it now.)

But since I am all caught up on So You Think You Can Dance, I am going to overload you with dance a little bit tonight. Here are my top three favorite routines from the last couple weeks on the show:

1. I may make you cry with these first two. They are just amazing. This one in particular portrays the feeling of love so perfectly. It’s just incredible to watch and gives me all sorts of goosebumps. The dancers’ chemistry is just so real and passionate. Beautiful.[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCeA-jrLYws]
2. Lately I’ve been in a power-to-the-women type of mood. Okay, I’m always in that kind of mood. Call me independent or a rugged individualist or something. But, this routine portrays so much power and strength that women have and it’s absolutely gorgeous. It also gave me chills. And this song! I’ve always been a fan. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTnvDK5e0l8
3. I’m not sure what it is about this one. It’s just fun. Between the neon colors, the cowboys, and the freakin’ awesome song, this routine is just one of my favorites. Feel free to laugh now since I made you cry with the other two. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPQhXm_1cI]

P.S. My show on Thursday went great. My little tap kickline group killed it. We were seriously on fire. I’m so proud! Here’s a picture. For this number, we invited some guys to dance with us.

 

Three Months in 20 Bullets

Oh, hey there. Well this is awkward. Have I really not blogged in 3 months? WOW. I’m lame.

Y’all have missed a lot. You know how hectic my life gets. So here we go… I present to you: “Three Months in 20 Bullets.”

• Finals week came and went. Thank God that’s over.
• I’ve had two haircuts. I’m pretty sure my hair grows at an unnatural speed.
• I spent Memorial Day catchin’ some rays at the beach. It was pretty much amazing.
• My niece graduated high school. That pretty much makes me like, old or something.
• My birthday came and went. 21, y’all. (It’s not as great as everyone makes it out to be, though I could be doing it wrong.)
• I hate whiskey and I can’t do a shot to save my life.
• I spent 3 days in the wilderness. Okay, not really the wilderness, but I did go camping. It was extremely refreshing and exactly what I needed.
• I had a mole removed. It was weird. Let’s not talk about it.
• I start my internship at the local newspaper in exactly 3 weeks. HOLY SHOOT! And that also means…
• School starts in said 3 weeks. Bummer. But that means…
• The first day of my last semester of school before I GRADUATE also happens in said 3 weeks. And all that made me realize…
• My parents aren’t going to want me living in their house forever. Time to find my own place. I’m a big kid now. I think they call that “adulthood,” which I am so ready, but so not ready for.
• I became an official employee at my school’s student newspaper. Bulkin’ up the résumé with that one.
• I am now a member of my school’s Spirit Week Committee. It’s pretty much awesome. And while at a Spirit Week Committee meeting…
• I became a member of my school’s Welcome Week Committee. So I like school. I’m a cool kid.
• My online shopping got better. Now it’s getting worse again. I can’t help it when I find a must-have piece. I’m convinced 45 pairs of shoes just isn’t enough. Oh, that reminds me…
• I got new shoes that are so sassy, I feel like I have to walk differently just to meet their sass-factor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• …And I have an insanely incurable love for dresses. Me. Dresses. Who knew?
• I made a pen. I turned that block of wood into that pen. Just let that sink in. Also, I’m sure this will be the first of many. (It’s zebrawood if you’re curious.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• IT’S SHOW SEASON! My dance season is finally here. I’m in tech this week and my show is on Thursday night. I’m mega pumped. So, to fully embrace the beginning of my show season, I will leave you with this. One of my favorite routines ever. This song is also stuck in my head constantly, perhaps because it’s basically my life right now. More on that later. Eh, maybe.