Microwaves

I love microwaves. They are very convenient, fast, and easy to use. One drawback for me? The annoying beeping sound every time you touch a button, or when it's done. Or impatient. I am grateful they don't know how to talk yet.

"attention! This lazy person doesn't want to make a real meal, so she's cooking crappy food in here!"

"hot-dog-2-minutes-go."

...(I leave the room to get some laundry folded)...

"HEY! I'M DONE! WOO-HOO! I'LL TAKE MY TIME TELLING YOU THAT!"

"ANYBODY THERE TO GET THE FOOD OUT?"

"THAT'S OKAY. I'LL KEEP BEEPING EVERY 30 SECONDS TO REMIND YOU."

"THIS HOT DOG IS TURNING COLD!"

"HEEEEYYYYY..."

"IT'S A SMALL WORLD--"

"Gaaaaah! Here, got the food, now be silent!"

"You forgot to shut the--"

"Door is shut! Now STOP BEEPING!"

Then his friend the dishwasher starts to sing...

makes sense?

When studying for finals, or when I'm not in season for training hard, my favorite snack and treat is candy. I also love soda.

Now we're training really hard already for summer. I plan little times where I can take a trip to my favorite place: 7 eleven. Their slurpees are amazing. Especially if you get a combination of pina colada and banana. And they have lots of candy. So far, I have just kept driving on by. Why? My body and I agree that it doesn't sound all that tasty or good. What does?

A big huge cold tasty delectable glass of chocolate milk. Or two.

It's the first thing I do when I get home: grab the biggest glass I have (stolen from mom and dad's house because of its awesome size), and pour milk and chocolaty substance into it. And drink. Glass empty? Repeat.

Just to make things clear

There has been some confusion lately about who I am.

I was taking a break from studying recently by running to Harmon's to get some strawberries. As I was hurrying through the store, I realized that two short adolescent girls were following me around. I still have no idea why. They simply asked how tall I was, and I told them "Six feet." As they walked away, I happened to notice they were carrying around some Twilight book.

I'm six feet tall.

I'm blonde.

I have short hair.

Lastly, but most importantly, I can make eye contact with people.

I am not, I repeat, I am not Bella Swan. I know it's really confusing, but let's just make that clear. Besides, I physically (and mentally) cannot be Bella Swan. If I was, both Edwurt and Jacob's egos would be crushed, regardless of their monstrosity.

Another record to note: I'm glad I'm not Bella. Who, in their right mind, would want an obsessed vampire watching you all the time, even in your room while you sleep? Aren't you afraid you'll fart in your sleep? Not me. That'd blow him away. If that didn't work, I could always show him my guns. Which are, by the way, much bigger than his. I know for a fact his abs and biceps are just a work of body paint/spray. They are not real.

Jacob looks huge on the big screen. In person, however...

Let's just say I could take on both of them any day.

Aren't you glad you read this egocentric post?

At least I was amused. I was getting tired of math. Now, a return to studying for finals.