The difference

While closing up the store tonight at work, a coworker, KC, found a flipped open copy of Cosmopolitan Magazine.
I shook my head and warned the little senior in high school not to read it, but he ignored my guidance.

The cover of the magazine depicted an article that was a list of things one should do while completely in the nude.
After skimming through the list he found some interesting suggestions, like playing wii.
Another was to write a note to your significant other while naked because it'll be a little secret that he may never know and you'll feel empowered and more confidant.

Then both KC and I realized that if a girl told a guy over a note or text or email that she was naked that it'd be a normal and slightly sexy thing to do, however, if a guy did the same to a girl, disgusted screaming would probably ensue.

I don't know about any other girls out there but if i were texted by any guy with a message saying, "HEY, I'm not wearing any underwear" I'd be pretty freaked out.

Soyjoy, Gogirl, and Polyphonic Spree

So it's monday.
I began my day with a healthy dose of Soyjoy bar and a tasty Gogirl energy drink, I know, I'm so darn healthy, right?
I think my favorite energy drink has to be Gogirl. They don't sell them at my drugstore so I'm stuck outsourcing for the extremely pink beverage. Seriously, the liquid is pink. Like hot pink. It's AWESOME.
Anywho's,
We're watching Borat in my Drama 62 class. Pretty weird. I guess it's better than having to listen to lecture.
That film has got some seriously weird scenes. I watched it in the theaters when I was in high school, but its weird watching it again. I didn't think I'd ever have to see a very furry man in a strangely cut yellow bathing suit again.
So I'm at home now, relaxing before my chemistry lab I have later today at 6.
I really don't feel like going.
We had our lab practical/exam thing last week.
If you've never taken Chem 1B at CSUF the practical is basically.. well, you're given an unknown solution and you have to run tests to tell what types of ions are present in it.
I found out that I had cobalt and silver ions. Woo.
It's pretty stressful. I was so lucky.
Before my lab, I've decided to lift my spirits with some happy, choral, polyphonic spree.
And here's a video where scrubs, one of my favoorrite tv shows, and polyphonic spree combine.
Oh the amazingness.

Things that are amazing.

I've been kinda silent for a while now.
So I've decided to fill this post with silly pictures to make up for the silence. =)

My easter was pretty fun.
I've discovered many things in my abscence.

I found that...

I'm really bad at chess.
My boyfriend, Tony, and I played gigantor chess at Santana Row in Santa Clara.
We even had a little audience, which made my losing even more pitiful.


But we got Pinkberry to make up for it.
Yummy. Frozen yogurt is going to take over the world, apparently.

I also found the Soyjoy bar. They're better for you than candy bars and they're sweet and granola baresque.

I also discovered different Domos. I didn't know there were any other ones than my normal Domo. Tony bought me the bunny eared one to go with my chick one. Yes. Yes, I do own stuffed animals... I guess this makes me an even bigger dork.

Oh and I rediscovered a childhood favorite of mine.

Fruit Stripe Gum! You know, the ones with the tattoos?
The tattoos are just as crappy as they were when I was a little kid. YAY! NOSTALGIA!


And finally,
the most amazing discovery.
INSECTOSAURUS.

This has to be the cutest monster ever. EVER. I know.... it's ugly, but SO CUTE.
I need an insectosaurus plushie so bad to go with my domos.
Yes, I'm a super nerd.

I guess that's the end of my discoveries.
Toodles for now.

19 things.

So I was surfing the internet and I found something awesome.
It's a little game where you try to think of words that describe you. You have to think of at least as many words as years you're old.
I think it's harder as you get older... 19 words is a lot. I've been working a while on this and I finally got 19.

1. Short.
2. Happy.
3. Cheesy.
4. Espresso.
5. Small.
6. Silly.
7. Loved.
8. Nerd.
9. Filipino.
10. White-washed.
11. Monster (as in the energy drink)
12. Monster (as in the creature I wake up as in the morning)
13. Pikachu.
14. Histrionic.
15. Giddy.
16. Expressive.
17. Stressed.
18. Lively.
19. Cookie-scented.

You should try it. It makes you think. But it's fun.

The worst St. Patrick's Day Ever

How, I ask myself, How am I typing through these tears and not short circuiting my keyboard with salt water?
I don't know.
I must be magic.

I got a ticket. Not for something cool like robbing a bank or graffitiing the elderly, instead it was because... because... well here is my story.

It's st. patrick day and people get drunk and drive because they're stupid so that is why there has to be check points to help protect good little citizens like me and you.

Or so I thought...

I forgot my wallet on my way to work and had to drive through a check point on my way home, I have never driven through a check point before and got freaked so i decided to pull into a parking lot and maybe call someone to bring my wallet.
This is sounding more and more stupid as I type this.
You probably think I'm a dork.

An officer comes plummeting through the crisp evening air wondering why is that I have pulled over.

Oh how I've screwed myself.

The officer pulled up to my car and I opened my door to explain but he quickly told me to restrain myself because I could be an evil doer who does evil things after opening car doors. I was freaked out. Scared. And the lights were blaring.
I'm a good girl.
I don't drink.
I don't party.
I don't steal things.
I'm just one of those reeeeally uncool people who doesn't do anything but stay at home and knit socks for my dogs.

After figuring out that the bag I was carrying contained only my laptop and a pack of gum did he begin to realize how freaked out i was.
Or perhaps it was the tears that starting pouring from my face like two miniature super soakers being played with by two 7 year old boys on sugar highs.

After a few minutes of looking over my car and jotting stuff down from my registration did he ask for my signature and thumbprint. I got a ticket for driving without my license and for pulling over instead of driving through the check point. He tried to calm me down by telling me it's not that big of a deal and that he's gotten traffic tickets before. He seemed like a nice person now that I think about it, but right then and there, it felt like he was God telling me that I can't go to heaven now and must burn in hell, forever cursed to wear my work uniform and eat splenda.

I called my dad after getting the ticket and the officer waited next to my car to make sure I was okay. I was crying too much to explain to my dad why I just got a citation so the officer asked if I wanted him to explain it to my dad.

I could hear my dad laughing on the other end when he realized he was talking to a police officer.
I think the officer thought my dad was going to kill me. But instead he was laughing.
After choking down my tears and assuring the officer I was okay and wasn't going to go commit suicide because of this infraction did I drive home.

So now I'm home with my yellow piece of paper awaiting the letter containing the fine that I must pay and signing up for the traffic school that I must go to.

Oh st. patrick, what a day.

How things kill you.

So today in chemistry we had a sub.
My usual chemistry teacher enjoys mixing chemicals together in demos in the class.
On Wednesday he mixed an entire bottle of calcium carbonate with hydrochloric acid.
Which equals loads and loads of bubbles.
Preeetty intense actually.
But the sub today enjoys... well, telling us how chemicals can kill us.
So I learned how exactly you die from eating or drinking cyanide.
And that is what I will share with you.

Well, our blood contains hemoglobin. Hemoglobin contains iron as it transports oxygen through your blood stream.
When you ingest cyanide, the iron in the hemoglobin bonds much more easily to the cyanide than to the oxygen, leaving the cells in your body without oxygen, killing you in a matter of minutes.

Great stuff right?
Don't eat cyanide.

Chicken

In my Drama 62 class we're analyzing lighting and colors in film.
So we're watching Gothika. You know... with Halle Berry and Robert Downey Jr. ? You know the movie.

I'm not tooooo big of a fan of scary movies. I'm actually a wimp when it comes to horror.
I saw the movie Shutter and didn't see 75% of the film because I was closing my eyes and had my face in my sister's shoulder.

Heck, I got freaked out reading the duel between Harry Potter and Voldermort in book 4.

Gothika seems pretty scary. My class has only seen the first 50 minutes and I've already sprouted my wings and feathers and singing the Robot Chicken ending theme.

I guess I'm a chicken. A chicken and proud.
I should start a club.