This week of television

Okay so the only show I watched this week (so far) has been MasterChef. I was mighty disappointed. I was sending angry texts to everyone; the person I didn't want to win... WON. This always happens to me. It always happened when I would watch dancing with the stars so after 8 seasons of disappointment (Seasons 4-12) I stopped watching. The show stopped bringing me joy and instead made me angrier.

I moved on to other television. My mother and brother loved Masterchef so I started to watch it, it was MUCH better than Hell's Kitchen. Last night being the finale I wanted Christian (the stay at home dad) to win. Did he? No, he didn't. Jennifer did. I never liked Jennifer from the beginning (I started watching the show half way yes, ironic I know). Well I was disappointed. I need to stop watching reality television. I can't wait for September when Modern Family is back on air!

Phil Dunphy

Modern Family

Angst in August

The sorting hat says that I belong in Gryffindor!

Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name."

Students of Gryffindor are typically brave, daring, and chivalrous.
Famous members include Harry, Ron, Hermione, Albus Dumbledore (head of Hogwarts), and Minerva McGonagall (head of Gryffindor).

In anticipation for my welcome letter into Pottermore I have become a tad (I assure you, it's a LITTLE thing) obsession with all of these sorting quizzes. Whilst reading the series I was convinced I was a Gryffindor but my test results were crazy. I would always get Gryffindor, Slytherin an even amount of the time and the same goes for Ravenclaw. I cannot wait to be sorted in Pottermore! Maybe then I will know the truth. I love Gryffindor and Slytherin! Oh so many choices. Oh hat, which house will I be most fit.

I find that whenever my parents have barbecues I eat too much protein. I'm not going to deny it, but that meat was so tasty. I also ate vegetables and fruit. I loved everything about this day, besides the bugs. I also pulled my neck muscles twice while trying to murder a wasp. I succeeded. Then another one came, and I left. That was enough battle for me in one day.

As I sit here in my bed I am conflicted with feelings of angst. It's usually mid-August when I being to have school related dreams and that bothers me. Why can't I stray away from school until the forceful push in September? Urgh, High school.

The story starts like this

Hello to you all, I see you have found my page. How absolutely lovely. I hope you weren't frightened by those two zebras! Now why would you be? It's just a picture, but you see, sometimes pictures can be frightening...

Okay, so I have no idea what came over me and why I initiated to write an introduction like that. Today being Saturday I decided to perform a childhood ritual that I had left behind; watching cartoons in the morning. Okay so I did wake up @ 11 and there was 1 show left and it was so practically stupid, I am a firm believer that television was so much better when I was a child (Remember Hey Arnold, Drake and Josh, The Rugrats?). Anyways, so the show started off with a creepy old guy opening a book and he talked like I had wrote above, it was down right creepy but I couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe that's why I wrote that introduction? Have you had your chuckle yet? If not, I guess that will be my task for another post.

Hey Arnold + Childhood shows + Drake and Josh

I am absolutely thrilled ever since I received an amazing gift from my parents. Today, I blog from a different location. Where are you blogging from Dea? I am blogging from my bedroom, my parents were so kind as to buy me a laptop for school. I was so thrilled, do you know how much more comfortable it is to blog from your bed than a hard chair? It is SO much better, but when school comes (the day is slowly creeping up) then the free spirit inside of me will be trapped as I need to study everyday because diplomas are coming and I'm scared out of my wits. Despite the immense amount of bravery I may appear to have, I am afraid of 3 main things. Heights, time and failure. Heights because I am afraid of plummeting to my death, and also I feel no such sense of adrenaline, my body numbs with fear. Time is an interesting fear, it's not so much a fear as it is a nervous bugging hassle. You see I find there are so many wonderful and interesting things to go but there is never enough time. There are so many books I'd love to read but there isn't simply enough time. Whenever I walk into a bookstore (especially the older ones that contain both classic/old books and newer ones) I feel as though they're mocking me. Loving literature makes ones brain hurt. And finally failure, imagine working so hard and the result is failure. What do you do if you're a failure? You curl up in the fetal position rock yourself back and forth while you descend into the darkness? I hope not! I'm working hard so I don't fail, but that ill idea lingers in my mind from time to time.

I chose this glorious image because it captivates the true essence of my personality, no matter what situation I may be in, I know I am my own best person. I can be confident being who I am, that's why in more cases than none, I am not afraid to humiliate myself in public. It's those who take chances that live thrilling lives.

Break time?

Every time I opened up my closet (which let me add is quite small) I was overcome with great agony and it was quite horrific. So the other day I decided to do something about it. Organize? Yes, please.

Before:

All of this stuff was stuffed in the bottom and at the top. Really what is this stuff. (I didn't even know myself)

After:

IT'S SO CLEAN AND ORGANIZED AND I COULD WALK IN IT IF IT WAS BIGGER. I can dream can't I?

It helped that I can store stuff under my bed. Oh how I love that perk.

And today my mother made this:

Yuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmy !

Thoughts far away from home

100th post celebration?
Well this isn't my 100th post but that doesn't mean we have to stop the celebration!
(Just enjoy the enthusiasm)

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(As I wrote this I thought this was my 100th post.. but the numbers didn't add up, so we're still going to celebrate and for the 100th post it will be something so exuberating you will really want to jump like the men in the picture.. Or a smile would do..)

I can't believe I made it this far! Sure my follower number is low.. but it's not about the followers to me. It used to be but my friend told me some wise advice; she said do things from the heart.. and some other things, but to be honest her advice was too cheesy and in all honesty I was eating a cheese sandwich and it felt like too much cheese for one day. And that's saying something.

When I first started this blog I didn't know what to think! I didn't know what to expect. So much has happened to me and it's nice that I can look back through the archives and laugh. Oh public journals- the exposure expected. 

My brother asked me why I blog if I am not getting anything back from it? Well young brother - you have much to learn. I am apart of a community.. though momentarily my section of the community doesn't get visited often.. that will all change in due time! Patience is a virtue I face everyday (I am the most impatient person you will ever meet). My life is very fast paced and those who can't keep up are left behind. 

But back to the "celebration". This week - or sometime soon in the future I will be blogging about a recipe I attained and well it's been lingering in my mind ever so often that it's left a permanent mark - I feel I should honor it.. somehow? THE GIST IS STAY TUNED.

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After numerous calls from the library I finally caved in to pick up that large order of books I had placed on hold. Behold my plans for the rest of the summer (and then some); and to think, not all the books have arrived yet.

This is how I think the conversation will look like between a classmate when school starts:
Fellow Student: "Hello Dea what did you do all summer?"
Me in all of my expertise: "I immersed myself in the waters of education and I swam through till the very end"
"...wtf"

And here's a delicious treat my mother made one night.

And they tasted EVEN better.