An apple a day...makes me want to add caramel or cinnamon to spice it up

I have always been a foodie. Since birth. It's not even a joke, my mom said every time she would turn around I would have my mouth open ready to take a bite. In all the home videos of me as a toddler, I would always have a mouthful of something, causing my cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk. The only time I was seen food-less was... never actually.

Overtime this has developed into an eating disorder. An over-eating disorder. I think it's called gluttony... isn't that a sin?

One day my chinese metabolism is going to fail me, and I'm going to wake up a fat waddling asian. Then I'm going to have to exercise, which would be an extremely awkward due to the fact that I hate it.

I mean, it's not like I sit on the couch all day surrounded by tubs of Ice Cream and candy wrappers, watching Biggest Loser. I run cross country and I play volleyball, but that's only so I don't wake up a fat oompa loompa. Trust me, if I could literally sit down and not move and not get fat, I would totally do it. No shame. But I guess that's what weekends are for.

Of course, my over-eating isn't at all helped by my love of cooking, which probably stemmed from the gluttony. Cooking is a curse. Now, I'm one of the lucky ones who can cook, and I'm eternally grateful to my parents for embracing my passion in the subject as soon as I took an interest. Most teenagers at my age are completely lost in the kitchen, and even opening a can of soup can turn into a struggle. But the reason cooking is a curse is because it turns you into a total food snob. Suddenly, diners and restaurants just don't meet your expertise of a palette, and you get upset. I can no longer eat breakfast in a restaurant because, the eggs are always too dry, the pancakes are always too much fluff and not enough flavor, the bacon is always too greasy, and the toast is always toasted too much, and as a whole the meal just tastes like something out of a box, but that's just my opinion.



Mothers

Cross country had just ended and my legs had officially hit that moment when you can't feel anything but a spinning pain. Then my mom walked in so I lay, very, very still..

But of course it didn't work because, mom's can see everything.

On that note.

Shout out to my mother, my wonderful shining star of a mother, who totally puts all your mothers to shame. That's right! It's my mom's birthday today.

My mom is one of the coolest people I know. (Disclaimer: This is going to turn into another one of those, MY HERO, stories so feel free to leave if you think you might be embarassed at how AWESOME my mom is.)

Well here's the thing, I used to hate my mom. Hate with this loathing that just ate out my insides and suffocated my heart. Everytime I saw her my blood pressure would rise, my fists would clench, and my heart would burn with a fire straight from hell. I felt like all she ever did was tell me what I was doing wrong. Nothing could ever be good enough, except of course my angelic older sister who God-forbid ever did anything wrong.

Then one day, it stopped. We started communicating (aha see that older blog coming into focus?). Talking. It did wonders.

Now my mom is my hero. Or well, one of them (I have a few)

She sews for a living, and can do anything from sewing on a button, to making a prom dress, from scratch. She even alters wedding dresses and makes curtains. I mean, who does that?

She also cooks amazing food, and shares my love of fooding. We can sit for hours eating food, and then hours afterward talking about how amazing it was.

She loves animals. Now I'm not talking, "Aww what a cute puppy", then walks away. No, my mom is "Aww look at that cute chicken!", then buys 6 of them. She did that with one of  our parakeets, chickens, old rip'd hamster, our goldfish, and countless other pets that have made their way into our home.

My mom is a rockstar. She'll sit there and play just dance with us for a couple of hours on a rainy day. Or sit by the fire and talk about "the good old days". Or go sledding. Or...well you get the point.

She's a globetrekker. She practically lives in Italy, and even biked Tuscany one time. She adored Ireland, and thought Mexico was "exotic". She went to WYD 2011 in Spain, and visited France and Bermuda.

My mom is probably one of the funnniest people you will meet. Which explains why she's constantly surrounded by her friends. She's a good friend too. She'll do anything for a friend in need.

My mom has alot of friends.

My mom can smell guilt from a mile away.

My mom has eyes in the back of her head, and ears that can hear anything, and everything.

My mom's a spy. She knows EVERYTHING. There's no getting away with anything with her around.

My mom is the bomb.com. Jealous?


Favorite Quote for the Day:

I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.

Imagine that

An imagination is the pathway to oblivion. It's like a free magical drug in your brain that you can use at your own discretion.

When you're bored, lonely, scared, or just feeling the hate of the world, it can open up worlds of fantastic dreams that can take you away from reality, into a place where the impossible is possible.

The imagination creates things. Anything. When people say "Oh, well the sky's the limit" I just want to smack them because, hello didn't your history books ever tell you about that man in space. The sky was never the limit.

The imagination can create a best friend or a funny memory. It can yank your brain right out of it's body and pull it along in an epic quest to save the prince/princess. It can lead you through wonderland, with the sheer knowledge it's leading you to your death.

The imagination is my best friend.

Scenarios where having an imagination is extremely vital:

1. Long Car Rides
2. Long Lectures
3. Any kind of lecture
4. When adult figures are speaking
5. When talking to someone you hate
6. Art
7. Projects
8. When you have a 3 page paper due in 5 hours and you need that extra boost of inspiration
9. When you need a post subject when writing a blog
10. When your parents won't let you have a hedgehog because illegal in your state
11. Church
12. While sitting in Jail

Speaking about the imagination and art:

Meet Adam Wallacavage, He is the coolest guy I know. My parents are best friends with his sister and family, and my family has grown up hanging around them.  He's this amazing artist that makes these bangin chandeliers that can only be described through the whimsical world of (can you guess) the imagination.

Go watch this video, NOW

http://www.alterstreet.com/a_episodes/Episode%20002%20-%20Adam%20Wallacavage/epMaster.php

Favorite Quote for the Day:

I don't have a dirty mind. I have a sexy imagination.

I...Can't.....See

I think I'm invisible. Well, not true. Walking into that locker door yesterday really proved that to me.

No, I feel invisble.

Dad: (to my mom) Bye honey I love you
Me: Bye dad, I love you
Dad: *silence*

Little Sister: Hey mom do you want something to drink?
Me: Yes, I would
Little Sister: Oh, yeah I forgot about you

Mom: Bridget (my little sister) Do you want some ice in your drink?
Me: Yes, thanks for asking

Mom: Hey Bridget (my little sister), do you want to watch a movie for me?
Me: No, thanks.


Then, to make matters worse, this morning my bus drove right past me. There I was standing outside, minding my own business, patiently waiting in the rain, while slowly coughing  up my lungs, and the bus drove up to my stop, and kept going...

I almost wanted to run after the bus, but I gave up. My rainbooties just weren't cut out for the chase.

Maybe I'm not invisible, maybe I'm just slow...

Sometimes....

I feel like that penguin. "Hey, where's everybody going :("

That's been me on more than one occasion. And frankly, it's embarassing. Then everyone's always like "Hmm? What did ya say? Oh where you speaking?" I'm not blaming anyone for my own obliviousness, I'm just throwing it out there.


Favorite Quote:
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.

The Epic-ness of inbed sickness

Yesterday's in-bed-sickness was a mixture of upsetting and depressing, with just a hint of boredom. I woke up with a choke that ended with a sob of relief when my mom told me she wouldn't require me to attend school, due to my inability to stand on my own two feet without collapsing in a pool of weakness.

 I mean

To make matters worse the internet broke down, so I didn't even have pictures of cats, strangers, or netflix to keep me company.

So there I was, a teenager, home alone, all day. My possibilities were endless. Ferris Bueler here I come.

Psych! There was NO WAY on God's green earth I was moving my limbs.Think of me like a hippie during a sit in. Not budging my buttinsky for anything.

Instead, I watched The Shining and Finding Nemo, while eating the my mom's homemade chicken noodle soup. Just smelling the soup made me feel one step closer to healthy. I slept alot too. My gimpy dog helped keep me company (by laying flat and taking up half the bed space, while kicking me in the back when I got to close to him). God love him.

Anyway, today I was able to be a (practically) fully functioning citizen in the eyes of the law, and I made my way to school.

I'm a huge anime watcher. (Yes I know, "WOW! You're an ASIAN and you like ANIME!", what a shocker). The point is, if you're also a fellow anime watcher, might I just throw out a couple of titles that have really brightened my world for the better.

1. Hetalia (English Dub)
2. Trigun (English Dub)
3. Death Note (English Dub)
4. Elfen Lied (English Dub)
5. Avatar the Last Airbender (not the blue alien people, not the stupid movie who ruined the anime, the series Book 1, 2, and 3)
6. Black Butler (English Dub)
7. Ghost Stories (English Dub)
8. Baka n Test (English Dub)

Anime is the only thing that keeps this world going round. It takes all shapes and sizes and anime just happens to be that awkward Q of the Alphabet of life, It wouldn't be whole without it.

Disney's the same way. Where would we be without Disney? We'd probably be childhood-less zombies, droning around, spouting out math homework as a means of entertainment, sitting down with nostalgia for something we didn't even know we lost. It would be depressing. Disney created my childhood. I grew up watching all the classics. I'm still growing up watching all the classics.

One of my friend's is actually a part of the whole Disney fandom. I'm not as immersed, but I can appreciate Disney on a much deeper level than the average human being would consider healthy. The ironic thing: I've never been to Disney World.

 

 Favorite Quote(s): Well this is awkward because I forgot to put favorite quotes for like, 3 of the pages, So I'll make up for it now...

 

I apologize...

Sorry I haven't been on in a while... I had a laser tag party, SATs, a craft show, and a lazy day. Miss me?

Anyhoo today's a sick day. You know those mornings where you wake up all, "echblechenle" but you think "You'll feel better soon, it's just morning ich". So you hold out and go to school.

Then you get to school and it hits you, that you still feel like you got dragged underneath the school bus, while it was raining and minus 2 degrees out side, then you got dumped in a mud puddle.

That's basically the start and end of my day. I've got this nasty nose/head/congestion thing that's giving me shivers.  So I'm sitting there, and I'm trying not to show I'm sick but what what I see is totally different to how other people perceive me.

 

Because as soon as I walked into school, my class stopped and went, "Are you sick?".. The aftermath of that sort of went with "Go away, no one wants you here, you're gonna get us all sick, LEAVE!"

 

The point is, how do other people perceive you.

 

I don't know about you,

but my voice sounds like a duuuude,

everything will be alright if I never ever moooove,

What if I have to pee?

 Or sneeze or cough or  puuuuke?

Everything will be alright if, I can just make it to the

bathroooOOOOoom. BathroooOOOOOoom.

 

Ok well that was off topic. What I was trying to say was

"I don't know about you, but I love to people watch"..

 

It's my favorite past time. I play this game where I sit in the coffee shop and give everybody that passes a name, a story, and a personality. I also play the game where you play future me... For instance. Say this..gir- no...bo- no...person was walking by.

 

 

 

So I would go:

 

This is me in about 10 years. I was so sick of living the refined society life, that i skipped town and reconstructed my face so I would be unrecognizeable, but the surgeon messed up. Then I ran off and joined a hippie colony where I've been living for the past 3 years. During those three years I grew dreds, sang to a whale, saved the gecko speckled leather bellied fish, and made this awesome rasta cap. Today is my one day out of the colony, and I decided I was craving a caffeinated beverage.

 

So that's how you play. But the funny thing is, how does that...person... perceive....itself...??

 

There's nothing I wouldn't give (not true I totally wouldn't give up netflix...everything else is okay though), to spend one day in another person's brain, just to see how other people see me. I'd give (almost) anything.

Unsatisfied

Girls are never satisfied. It's a part of our design, our DNA. We're constantly striving for greatness, and even when we attain it, it's never good enough. We're never content with who we are.

We struggle, and we try to make ourselves better through a plethora of materialistic things like makeup, gyms, diets, high heels, clothing, liposuction, breast implants, face lifts, shaving, waxing, and a couple of things too horrible to even mention. Why are we never content?

Guys are always content, but that's not really taking into account that a guy can go to bed and wake up looking even better than he did the day before.

Girls on the other hand, struggle in the morning. Have you ever had one of those days where you stumble your way to the bathroom and all you can see is

This is my morning every morning. Of course my first reaction is to splash alittle morning freshness on my face, so all my makeup smears down my front with a look that can only be described as horrifying.

It's hard being a girl. We do so much, and for what? FOR WHAT? Guys can look at you and go, "You look nice today", when you actually look like that guy from Kiss. And all you can do is look at them and say,

"I look like the Joker"

 

.... and walk away.

 



Girls don't look nice for guys, even though that's what they think. We, girls, look nice for other girls. Why is that? It's been this way forever. Guys could actually care less about what the girl is wearing, as opposed to how little the girl is wearing. Girls are the ones who sit there and go,

"Oooh I love her pants"

"OMG what IS she wearing?"

"Is she really wearing that?"

"Is that Armani?"

etc.

We're insecure, and we don't have to be.  We are beautiful, beautiful creatures.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn't help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.
― Audrey Hepburn

Talk about a communication barrier

We all have those moments in life, where we feel that our point just isn't getting across. Sometimes it never will, and we have to accept that. There are a vast variety of reasons in which this situation might occur.

• Maybe the person you're talking too just doesn't hold the brain capacity to understand the complex nation of Disney Politics.
• Maybe to them, you sound like an idiot babbling on about the dynamics of the kangaroo's pouch
• Maybe you are an idiot babbling on about how beautiful Matt Smith is
• Maybe they're the idiot because they can't understand that Zuko was just misunderstood
• Maybe it's a language barrier and you're trying to mime your way through a conversation
• Maybe you still speak the same language and there's a language barrier because that person doesn't speak smart like you do
• Maybe that person speaks smart and you're just dumb
• Maybe the world wants you to pick on you for the day by creating a situation where you're forced to interact with the human race
• Maybe you're an alien.

In any case, communication is key to the human race. Where would we be without it?

Do you remember those days in kindergarten where you'd walk in and everybody would inform you that it was opposite day, so you were forced to spend the whole day getting confused, and by the end you were practically in tears because you were just being misunderstood, because you meant "no" but they thought you meant "yes", which caused you to have a headache and sore throat, so you were forced to go home and relate to your mom how mean kids are, so she'd feed you a Popsicle and your life would move on?

Do you have ever have those days where you're just like

So you set out on an epic quest to find someone remotely intelligent, but end up talking to

So you're forced to go online and argue with strangers over why baby animals are sooo much cuter than babies. And by the end of this you just have to sit down, and acknowledge that you live on planet earth.

Those days occur more often than we care to admit. I submit that instead of getting all annoyed, embrace the day, because

 Those "idiots" are your best friends who will drop everything they're doing if you're in need.

Those "idiots" are the only ones who know your deepest fears, and will stop at nothing to make sure they don't come true.

Those "idiots" are your family and friends who truly care about you

Those "idiots" make you laugh harder than any intelligent person ever could

Those "idiots" give you stories that will make you smile for years to come

Those "idiots" create the perfect balance of love and support

Those "idiots" are the only ones who take care of you if you fall ill

Those "idiots" are your best friends

Embrace the idiots, because you know that most days, you're one of them. And you're proud of it

Favorite Quote for the Day:

Ok this one's a rant

I think I have anger issues.

I was trying to straighten up the house for my mom, when my little sister just flat out refused to help. Then she started stomping around because I wouldn't let her use the phone to call her little friends until she put away her bike. Then when I asked her where I could put her folder because I was trying to clean up, she turned around and screamed "I'M STILL USING THAT!"....


So being the totally cool, calm, collected, and role model sister that I am, I threw her folder down, and kicked it so it went flying across the room, hitting her backpack with a loud THWACK.

 

All the while I'm standing there huffing like a steam engine. 

Of course, then she started sobbing and while grabbing her folder ran upstairs to nurse her wounds, which if you ask me, where totally self-inflicted.

Do I have anger issues? Is that normal? Of course as soon as that first tear hit the floor, an onpouring of guilt washed over me like that tsunami that smashed into poor old little Japan. (Funny story: my little sister's asian, so the analogy kind of works)

But of course, after the initial denial that any part of her grief was my fault, I realized that my delivery could have been alittle smoother.

Then my parents came home, and were super happy with the cleaned house for all of 15 minutes...

I had set the nook ontop of the toaster...not thinking...and well the toaster got turned on and the nook got hot....really hot. And all of a sudden everyone's flipping out over "WHO PUT THE NOOK ON THE TOASTER!"

Well I told them it was me, and I turned on the nook while they were still flipping out and it still works... Then my dad got all upset that I didn't react with a "OMG!" and an overraction like him. Then he gets on this soap box about how, "You don't care. Why don't you care? Stuff like that doesn't grow on trees. You're so ungrateful...blehblehbleh." When I just had to sit there and acknowledge the fact, that cleaning the house, and helping to cook, and doing all the shit I do was not even being taken into account. Maybe I'm wrong here. I probably am. The whole self-blame process takes alittle longer for me.

I'm so tired...I think I'm just going to quit for the day, the next post will be better, I promise.

Comment below if you think I'm in the wrong, criticism from strangers is so much easier to take.


Favorite Quote for the Day:

I hate two-faced people. It's so hard to decide which face to slap first.

In 20 years...

So there I was, having a very normal, relaxing day.

Granted my brain was suffering from acute boredom, but that was nothing that couldn't be cured with a little English Class. I absolutely adore English. The creative writing, the expressive gestures, the intense plots interwined throughout literature. It makes me cry, I'm so happy in that class. Anyway, our teacher started this new thing, where she writes an essay prompt on the board, and we have exactly 5 minutes to write as much as we can on said prompt. The minimum amount is 3/4ths of a page. I know it doesn't seem like much, but when you're attempting to gather your thoughts, and your hand's cramping things can get real intense, real quick,

but that's not what I want to talk about. The essay prompt is what really sparked my intense desire to write this post.

Here's what she wrote:

In 20 years I will be...

And it really got me thinking. In 20 years where will I be?

Will I finally make it through college and become that food scientist wearing one of those dashing white lab coats that flatter everyone?

Will I be sweating in the congo, embracing the culture and eating larvae on a stick on a mission trip?

Will I have a family, with a thousand kids all running around? Now if that happened I'm pretty sure it'd go something like..

 
Coral: We still have to name them...
Marlin: You wanna name all of 'em, right now? All right.
Marlin: [points to the eggs on the left side of the nest] We'll name this half Marlin Jr.,
Marlin: [points to the eggs on the right side] And then this half Coral Jr. Okay, we're done.
[Marlin leaves]
Coral: I like Nemo.
Marlin: [Comes back] Nemo? Well, we'll name one Nemo, but I'd like most of them to be Marlin Jr.

 (Except my Nemo will probably be Gandalph, or Frodo, or Matt Smith, or Shang, or Zuko, or Ralph, or Flynn Rider, or Ping, or... well you get the point)...

Will I travel the world?

Will I have accomplished my hopes and dreams?

Will I be an impending midlife crisis just waiting to happen?

Will I still be single and alone with a dozen chickens and a hamster named Peanut?

Will I get to own that volkswagon bug painted like a lady bug?

Will I be successful?

Will I be legendary?

And I realized, after all of this... It doesn't really matter where I am in 20 years. It's the journey of getting there that counts. Maybe I'll finally be able to look Matt Smith in the eye and say, "Hello, Sweetie" (River song is as close to perfection as you can get as a woman), or maybe I'll be a homeless 30 yr old, still living in their parents basement playing call of duty with no ambitions. Who knows? I can only hope, that in 30 years, instead of being boring old Rebecca, I'll be Rebecca 2.0.... Changed for the better. As long as I'm a better person then than I am now. I think I'll be okay.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

The voices in my head may not be real, but they have some good ideas!