Monday, March 21, 2011

Racherzzzzzz,z,z,z,z,,,

Okay, so you will be proud of me. I went to the store and bought yogurt and fruit last night so that I could have better lunches this week. So today I have leftover Spanish rice and veggies and a plum for lunch, and I just had yogurt for breakfast. Whaaaaaat. Because you know I traditionally don’t like yogurt too much. I don’t like foods that are goopy (EXCEPT FOR PUDDING). But the Lord hath provided for me a yogurt that I can enjoy. Blueberry or peach Greek yogurt with granola. Right?! Greek yogurt is less goopy, and honestly the granola just completely transforms the entire experience. Is Greek yogurt actually healthier than normal yogurt? I feel like it is, but then again, I thought there was something special about sea salt until I looked it up. It’s just trendy salt. I will look up Greek yogurt right now…………………….. . . . . . . . . . wow. Greek yogurt is fascinating! And it is indeed better for you: “since straining removes water and dissolved salts and sugars, by volume, it has twice the protein of regular yogurt and less sodium, carbohydrates, and sugar.” Thank you, Wikipedia.

Thank you, Al Gore, for the internet.

In Indianapolis today, there is a celebrity cow-milking contest. They are also giving out free pork sandwiches and free milk. I think it’s worth a visit. Sadly though, it’s just local celebrities; I won’t get there to find Hugh Jackman milking away (THOUGH I’M SURE HE COULD). I would like to try milk from other animals. Sheep… goats… yaks…. llamas. I wonder how it’s different.

I watched Jerry Maguire yesterday. I was just in the mood to watch it, so it was SOO good. I told Riley about it, and she asked me if it was a movie. I was like UHHH, “show me the money”!!!! “you had me at hello”!!!!! “You complete me”!!!!!! Come on now. In the viewing process, the Lord also revealed to me my horrible attitude about Tom Cruise. I shouldn’t hate on him because he’s a scientologist. I should just be hatin hardcore on scientology itself. And Satan. Poor Tom is just a pawn.

You know when someone says something to you, and you don’t understand what they said but don’t want to ask them to repeat themselves for some reason? Yeah….

I will now sing to you some Bieber:
We can go nowhere but up
From here
My dear
We can go nowhere but up
Tell me what we’ve got to fear
I’ll take to the sky past moon to the galaxies
As long as you’re with me baby
Honestly
With the strength of our love
We can go nowhere but up

The other VISTAs all left. Danli doesn’t come in until like 20000000pm, and the other girls went to go get biscuits and gravy. Ahhh the pull of southern delights. B&G… home fries… sweet tea… fried chicken… AND WAFFLES. Butter. Paula, Rachel may be my real life food mentor…. but you are the food mentor of my soul.

Speaking of Danli, did you see my tweet yesterday? Lolz. She watched 8 seasons of Criminal Minds in like a month, so she’s been having nightmares (duh), and she texted me last night and said, “"Last night, the serial killer in my dream made me play mah jong for 4 hrs before my death. My nightmarez are getting more azn." “Azn” of course being “asian” because Danli is like me and likes to use z’s.

Your turn.
Becca



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