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AHH so I took a little stroll through some of my previous entries way back in the past during my so-called “writing groove”, and like.  The quality/interestingness of this blog has taken a serious dive.  Which is really too bad, but I’m not sure how to correct it.

I just got back from a BREAD BASH for Panera.  So. much. fun.  Seriously, I LOVE staying at work an hour longer than I need to, listening to people bitch about how many napkins we’re supposed to give people with a to-go meal, or  about how even though no one ever buys the trail mix bagel because it’s fucking nasty, we are still keeping it for a couple more months.  YES.  I did, however, win a $10 Wawa gift card playing “Miche Madness” (Miche is a type of bread we have + NCAA tournament = GET IT?!) so I guess it wasn’t altogether fruitless.

On Friday I went to hear Anthony play in Roxborough with Miriah and Janelle.  It was some wild times.  First of all, I am a skillful and courageous driver, so congratulations to me on that.  Second of all, it’s definitely nice to get out of the Troop once in a while and see some sights and also see some people who are less forgetful than the ones around here.  The music was good and the coffee shop was SWEET, and the afterparty was iiinteresting.  Altogether ’twas an enjoyable and different experience.  Last night I hung out with my mom and watched some movies, which is always nice.  I was a little distressed about, for various reasons, having nothing to do, and then she was like “you can hang out with ME, Jule!” and I was like, wow. Mom…<33333.  Screw those other fuckers.

So, on another note, PROM.  lawlz.  Everyone is going wild about it right now, and it sort of makes me crazy because like.  I think it’s really dumb, I truly do.  But at the same time I feel like I can’t AVOID it and that like, whether I want it to or not, it is this horrible menacing tornado that will suck me up.  So to set my mind at ease, I bought a dress this weekend (to hear my views on dress shopping, refer to…five entries ago.) and I have also thought up the PERFECT safety-valve prom date for when worse comes to worst, and so whatever.  Prom can suck it, I refuse to think about it any further.

OK so my sister like dumped her ENTIRE iTunes library into ours (did I talk about this already? I can’t remember.)  so now we have like 2,000 songs that we didn’t put there or download and that really are not very compatible with my music taste generally.  But anyway, my new hobby is when I’m doing stuff on the computer, putting the library on shuffle and just listening to all the randomness.  I don’t really know how else to approach sorting through it.  If I like a song, I put it in the FAVES playlist, if it’s weird and random but sort of humorous I put it in the WTF? playlist, and if it sucks I put it in the SUCKS playlist.  It’s an ongoing sorting process that will probably take me several years, but it’s sort of interesting.  For example, the song playing right now is called “What Do I Do With a B.A. in English/It Sucks To Be Me”.  Definitely going into the WTF? folder.

OH JEEZE I can’t believe I didn’t bring this up right off the bat!!  But some disturbing news has come to light, and I must share it with you:  

Ahem, so.  I love eating ice.  It’s just the best thing ever, I find it very relaxing to have a huge glass of ice water and just like CHOMP on the ice.  Although if people don’t have ice makers and they use those horrible little ice trays instead, I’ve found that homemade ice like that is pretty sucky because it’s very difficult to like, actually get in your mouth, and once it’s there it’s similar to chewing on a piece of granite or something.  Those cubes tend to be very tough.  The best ice cubes, I have found, are either the half moon kind like I have in my freezer (provided that they sit in some water for a little while), or better STILL are the cute flat square ones like they have at Panera, which require no prior soaking whatsoever and are ready to be chewed at a moments notice.  But anyway, I have been questioning lately whether ice-chewing is the best habit, because as enjoyable and stress-relieving as it is, I think it could possibly be perceived as rude if I’m at dinner with people and I just am loudly hunkering down on my ice cubes.  So I was already considering trying to quit.  But TODAY I was reading “Go Ask Alice”, which isn’t the book about the girl with the drug addiction or whatever, but actually a very helpful health Q&A site put out by Columbia University, and ACCORDING TO ALICE, this ice chewing thing is not as innocent as I thought!!!!!!  It could MEAN something.  Check it out:

“Chewing on ice can cause gum injury, microscopic fractures in enamel (which can become larger fractures), and even broken teeth.  Chewing ice is especially bad for those with sensitive teeth, or the jaw condition known as TMJ.  The desire to chew ice cubes may also be a symptom of iron-deficiency anemia or other physical or emotional conditions, such as nutritional deficiencies, stress, obsessive-compulsive disorder, sexual frustration, or developmental disorders. This is known as pica, which refers to eating or wanting to eat substances that have no nutritional value, including ice, clay, cornstarch, and paper. “ 

WOW, Alice.  Thanks for the fucking heads up.  I have been chewing on ice and (and paper too actually…shit) since day ONE, and now I am apparently sexually frustrated?  Or possibly anemic??  And I also do have TMJ so like, great.  Ice-chewing was pretty much the one and only thing I held dear in life anymore, and don’t you know it.  It’s snatched from under me like everything else.  Thanks, God.

SIGH.

On a less depressing note, I did get in to the Honors College at West Chester, which is exciting.  The dean even CALLED me to let me know before the letters came out, because he said I “made an impression” at my interview.  So, yay.  While everyone else is getting into their prestigious schools, I can hold on to that one small feather I guess.

Wow.  Longest entry of all TIME.  I doubt anyone even made it this far, but if you did I apologize for the excruciating length.  And also congratulations on making it so far, you must have ALMOST the lack of life that I do.  I should really go to bed now, I’m bushed.

“Complaint De La Butte”–Rufus Wainwright.   It’s going in the FAVES list.

P.S.  I feel that there are a lot of expletives in this post.  And like, although they are what naturally flowed out in my thoughts, I feel like perhaps I should cut down on them?  I wouldn’t want this sanctuary of profound thought and wisdom to become too crude.  Discuss whether or not this bothered you.