Irrational Fears

I know many--if not all--people have irrational fears.  I mean fears that aren't the normal things like spiders, enclosed spaces, or heights.  Sure you can be afraid of those too, but I'm talking about fears that seem completely stupid, improbable, silly, and/or nonsensical to anyone else.  The problem with these fears is that they always seem completely probable, serious, and terrifying to the people that have them, and those people never have the chance to explain that their stupid fears make perfect sense.
So, that is what I'm going to do for you today.
My stupid fears and why they coincide with my logic:

1.  I have this crippling fear of mysterious detached hair.  You don't know the questionable hygienic philosophy of the person that fell off of.  Maybe they don't believe in bathing.  What if that person belongs to some strange religion that teaches that washing the grease out of your hair allows evil spirits to enter your brain??  ...Okay, yes. It's irrational, but still, thinking about it gives me goosebumps... and makes me gag.

2.  I can't drink out of water bottles that have condensation all over the inside.  It was weirds me out.  Plus, it seems like a waste of all of those little water particles.

3.  I'm afraid that when I die, I might die with my mouth open...  A spider could crawl down my throat and nestle itself right in my dead stomach.  Gross.

4.  Ever since I was a little kid, I've always had the compulsion to wipe my silverware off on something before it can go in my mouth.  I've always thought that when I picked up a new utensil, a little crumb would be cringing to the back side of it and I would unknowingly eat that dusty, stale particle of food that I did not want in my body.

Anyway, those are all of the socially condemning quirks I'm willing to share at this time.

Online Dating

So I haven't really admitted this to many people.  Like three people.  But oh well, here it goes... Considering the nearly under-exaggerated statement that 'All of my friends are getting married', I was feeling quite lonely about a week ago.  It's been almost two years since I was with my ex-boyfriend and I hadn't even been on a date in months.  I had heard of people finding others on online dating sites, but I had never really trusted them (also I was quite convinced of their well-merited stigma of 'creepy').  So I gave into my curiosity--after much procrastination and surprisingly little thought--and signed up for a website that will go unnamed.  *coughs* Plenty of Fish... Excuse me, sorry.

At first, I was excited.  I put up some cute pictures of me and wrote some tidbits about myself and waited.  It took only about 20-30 minutes before I got my first message.  It was from a skinny fellow who... looked like he would have slit a stranger's throat with creepy curved dagger and then posed in his skinny jeans with the body.  Okay, that's a little dramatic.  But not by much.
His basic message was something like this: "Hey, I think you're really cute. Let's [do laundry]."

To which I responded with the following message:
"Thank you for the compliment, it's very flattering.  However, I am looking for a serious, non-physical relationship.  Good luck in your future romantic endeavors."

Several of the messages that followed over the next few days were similar.  However, I was also showered with flattering compliments by less creepy and even some attractive men, which really boosted my confidence and faith in finding someone to date.

Then, one message stated something like this:
"Hey, I have this problem, blah, blah, blah--girl scarred me--blah, blah, blah--self-conscious. Could I send you a picture of [the Netherlands]? It would make me feel a lot better about my [picture taking]."
Disturbing...

Needless to say, I only lasted about a week before I deleted my account...  I'd rather have face-to-face interaction where creeps have a harder time getting away with being creepy to my face.

How to Make Guys Stop Throwing Things Down Your Shirt

So earlier this year in January, I was at a movie with my boyfriend of three months--the movie was "The Green Hornet" and it's terrible never ever see it. There we were waiting for the movie to start, I--being my innocent self--was sitting there so harmlessly, daintly nibbling on my popcorn when Chris rudely and maliciously tosses a piece right down my shirt. So being the lady-like female that I am, I dug it out of my shirt and ate it looking completely unphased. Then exercising the first, most equal retaliation that I could think up, took a wad of that salty, buttery goodness and shoved it straight up his nose.
Needless to say, he was quite horrified by my action. Such that he could not speak for a minute or two. When he recovered, he stared me in the eye--popcorn hanging from his nose--and said, "I cannot believe... you just did that."
I smiled innocently, "Don't throw popcorn down my shirt."

Let's just say he never did that again. Then again... we did break up three days later... Correlation? Possibly.

...CHOCOLATE!!!! & men suck

Ok, so yesterday I spontaneously felt like eating M&M's that I have in the fridge (six jumbo bags to be exact) (wait- no! I didn't eat all of them! I don't plan to either, they're for a YSA activity this Saturday and they're just sitting there. Torturing me..) and I found out that M&M's are seriously like crack for my brain! I ran around my house like a 5-year-old on an entire supply of Halloween candy. In hindsight, it must have been very scary to watch.

Insight into my Brain

If you ask anybody who knows me well if I am an impulsive person, they will laugh and probably say something like, "Yes! This one time.." or "Yeah, she random reaches over and grabs my face." But they will probably never tell you about a destructively impulsive moment and that would be because I have amazing self-control. The truth is I have random, mischievous impulsive ideas constantly. For example, on Wednesday my friend Sesa and I planned a surprise going away party at BJ's for our friend Analise who is moving on Saturday. Each one of us had a personal pizza sitting on (OH! I just totally had an urge to flick the busdriver in the back of his head!) a little stand in front of us and a rather large spatula sitting in it. We were all talking and suddenly I stopped and turned to my friend next to me and said, "Karrie, I just got the random urge to catapult that tomato across the room." Then a few weeks ago at swing dancing, I was standing behind this really fat Mexican dude and after several long, torturous minutes I finally texted my sister and said, "There's this really fat Mexican dude standing in front of me and he has GIANT fat rolls on the back of his head and I want to poke it SO BAD!"
Some how I am able to control myself but it's easier said than done... so watch out :)

...no burrito??

So, my roommate from Tucson totally got me addicted to Chipotle and I'm cheap and poor so I try not to buy them too often. But as of today it's been two weeks so I figured it's been long enough :) So, I've been completely psyched this whole week about my plans to get a Chipotle Chicken Burrito today when I finally got back from Tempe since there's one two miles north of Poly. I drove there thinking that today is going to be the most amazing day of my life and when I get there I find out that I have $2 and no debit card. I wanted to cry.. (not really, it was hunger pains). So, after driving home very disappointed, I ate a chicken roll and some orange sherbet (not together, of course) and watched CSI, then I felt better. :)

Fingerpainting isn't just for 5-year-olds

Yes, it's sad but I am the only 19-year-old that I know that still stick my hands in paint and smears them all over paper and isn't embarrassed about it. Actually, I'm proud of it. I regularly paint with acrylics on canvas and I love it. Recently, I have been working on an ocean scene which, as I get farther along, will eventually have a cute little lighthouse in it. :)