Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Who would I Be?

Today I was asked an interesting question. “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”
I found this question interesting because in essence it asked, “Who would you be?”  At first the obvious generic answers flashed through my mind: Wonderwoman, Catwoman, Mystique, Storm, Black Widow; the heroes that everyone has come to know through the media. But as I thought about it, I began to realize that even if I had their superpowers, would I really want to be them? Would I want their personality instead of my own? Would I want their past, their memories? The more I pondered the question, the more apparent my answer became. If I could be any superhero, I would be myself. I don’t want someone else’s reasons for fighting evil. I wouldn’t want some else’s origins, or memories. Just like Batman’s identity stemmed from an event in his childhood, I would want my super identity to come from something within me; something in my personality unique only to me, and no one else.
My answer raised a few eyebrows. Everyone else who was involved in the conversation had given answers such as Wolverine, Flash, Hawkeye, Captain America, Spiderman, and Quicksilver; obvious answers that told me that they hadn’t truly understood the question.  I was asked why I had chosen that answer. Why, if I could have any superpower, would I choose to be regular old me? But then I stated that the question had not been “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?” but “If you could be any superhero, who would you be?”  The question implied that I had to choose the identity of another individual, which after some thought, was something I did not want to do.  I did not however say that if I could have any superpower, I didn’t want one.
If I could be a superhero, I would be myself- only super of course. I wouldn't want all the powers of many of the famous heroes such as super strength, super speed, and laser vision. I wouldn't need them. If I could have any superpower, I would choose the power to control the five elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Spirit. Super speed would be useless if I had the power to control Earth; in order to be super fast, you need something to run on. If you were to start to run, and I opened a chasm beneath you, no matter how fast you are, it would only be a matter of time before gravity took over, and you would be no more.  I would not need telekinetic powers if I controlled Air. I could use air pressure and wind to lift and move things at my will, and as for reading minds, I have no desire to know what’s going on in other people’s brains.  Fire, despite its destructive qualities can be a very useful tool when it comes to building and creating things. In the event of a military attack, there would be no need for countless people to die in defense. My ability to control Fire would not only eliminate the need for weapons and bombs, but paired with Earth would also be able to effectively eliminate entire troops of the enemy. Battleships would never make it near shore with my control of Water, if I so chose, I could sink them, or I could simply use water current to reroute them until they ran out of supplies and were forced to return to their own countries. Attacks from the air would also be as easy to prevent. There would never be a shortage of fresh produce, the ability to persuade Earth to grow orchards in seconds would make certain of that.  With the power to control wind, I would make sure there is plenty of wind for turbines to harvest energy, and in the case of a power shortage, a quick burst of lightning would instantly repower the city. And as for the Spirit element, I have no idea what it could be used for, but I am sure it would be both beautiful and deadly.
I would be a superhero without equal, but I wouldn’t abuse my powers. I have no interest in ruling over people, or being in command. I don’t want people to do my bidding, and the pressure of making decisions for the wellbeing of a nation would be far too stressful. I wouldn't want to be too well known, I wouldn't want people to worship the ground I walk on- or fly over, and heaven forbid I became anyone’s role model. I would just do what I know is required of every super hero: aid in the prevention of crime, and national security. I suppose like every other super hero, there would be a nemesis. A villain who never ceases to return no matter how many times I defeat them, someone who constantly creates havoc just to spite me. We would fight. They would be spectacular battles raging from one end of the city to the other, from dusk ‘til dawn, until my enemy was defeated for the time being.
I would have a costume of course; a black leather suit with my symbol emblazoned across the chest, a black cape, and boots. My name would be simply Element. The name the source of my identity and my power. And though I would be super, I would be me.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed hot_tunes♪♫

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Life and Spaghetti

Life is like a plate of spaghetti.  You spend all this time trying to figure out the twists and turns, all the tangles and knots of the noodles, and every once in a while you find a meatball. And it’s delicious, good times- times when the perfect opportunity presents itself just for you. When the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the noodles are coated with the perfect mixture of butter, garlic, oregano, and basil. When you bite down on the meatball and it’s even more flavorful than you expected. But then it’s gone and you have to tackle the noodles and hard times once again. During those difficult noodle struggles it’s easy to just give up; drop your fork, stick your face in and just slurp. But then, whether or not you find a meatball, you end up in a stickier, messier situation then you were in the first place.
It’s hard to stay positive through those times.  To remind yourself that there is a meatball, a good time, an opportunity, around the next bend. This is the predicament I often find myself in; trying to keep my head up even though I know that it’s going to take me several turns to locate my meatball. Knowing that no matter whether or not I put down my fork, the chances that I’m going to find an opportunity are slim. Sometimes, I forget what it even felt like to taste a good moment.  Sometimes, I feel like the only thing left to do is to set down my fork and throw the entire plate of spaghetti in the trash. Give up completely, abandon the entire meal, and never pick up a fork again. Those are the times when even the delicious flavor of the noodles and spices cannot distract me from the fact that my life has become a hopeless tangle of knots and dead ends.
 But then I tell myself that, yes, even though these times are difficult, and it seems like there’s nothing else I can do, I’ve made it through situations just as tough and tangled as this one, and there’s no reason why I can’t do the same again. That even though my meatball may be countless noodles away, there is no reason why I can’t enjoy a forkful of perfectly coiled up flavorful spaghetti. I can make something good out of these tough times. They are a good opportunity for me to learn how to handle the kinks that are sure to come in the future. Those knots help me to realize that life is not all meatballs and good times (Honestly if it was, it would be really boring).
Through the noodles of life, sometimes it feels like I’m the only one struggling; like I’m the only one who hasn’t found a meatball. But no matter how much I feel that to be true, I know it’s not. That is a very selfish outlook on life, yet unfortunately it’s one I choose to view time and time again. Even looking outside my bedroom door, I see people who have spent years and years searching for their meatball; sometimes even managing to touch it with the tip of their fork before it rolls back into the twists and turns once again leaving nothing but a sense of hopelessness and frustration. These are the people who, if they were like me, would throw down their fork, and never pick it up again. But instead, again and again, they set aside the search for their meatball, in order to help others find theirs. Selflessly, they bear the knots in silence, in order to loosen the tangles in the plates of others. They help me realize that even though it might be tough at times, I love life. Life is beautiful. Life is ugly. Life is happiness. Life is pain. Why should that mean it’s not worth living?  Even though it can be difficult to eat, who doesn’t enjoy a plate of spaghetti?
Life is like a plate of spaghetti. It can be good. It can be bad. There are those instances when you want to dance around singing in a horrible fake Italian accent because you just tasted the perfect combination of sauce, spices, and noodles. Times where you feel things couldn’t get any better, and you’re truly happy. Then there are those times when a snarl you never expected throws itself in your path, and you want to give up and throw the entire dish down the disposal. But that’s the great thing about life. It’s a mystery. It is full of the unexpected.  It’s neither all good, nor all bad. It just is.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Hot... or NOT!!

Well I've only been off campus for a few days, and I gotta say, it is Not what I thought it would be. I'm in the exact place I was in last summer, and I am bored as hell.
I thought I was gonna get the whole summer hookup thing started or something with this dude I met on Hot or Not (sketchy, I know, but he seemed legit.) We chatted on Facebook for a while, and he seemed like a sweet -if not hella sexy- guy. But then I got a friend request from some creepy weird dude from Somewheresville California. I deleted the request, I mean, I had never met the guy, and I had already stretched my limits with cute Hot or Not dude. Well, then Hot dude proceeded to tell me what he had been lying to me the entire time. Both the Hot or Not account and the Facebook profile were fake, and he looked nothing like the person in his profile picture. So even though I was now officially weirded out, I asked him what he looked like, because I was curious. It turns out, the creepy dude from Somewheresville California was him! To make things even creepier, he's also a 20-something year old truck driver, and he was in town looking for me!!
I know, I know. You're probably all sitting there thinking, "Well what did she expect, she met this dude on the internet." Well in my defense, I've met someone on Hot or Not before, and he and I actually became pretty good friends. So when "Hot" dude friended, me, I didn't think too much of it. But its whatever right? I'm actually enjoying the single life right now.
Also, an update on the Summer Bucket List. I said in an earlier post, that I hooked up with someone and that I wasn't quite sure it counted, but a few days later,  I had a really, Really, REALLY unexpected occurrence with a friend of mine. We were hanging out in one of the piano practice rooms, playing some music, and talking like we usually do. We were sitting side by side on the piano bench, when all of a sudden he turned and put his arms around me. Up until this point, I wasn't even aware he was interested in me as more than a friend, so I was a little surprised, but I just went with it. Well we sat like that and talked for a while, then suddenly he stood up, and pulled me up against him and, well, one thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, we were going at it on the piano bench. Anyway, later he came over and helped me clean out my dorm room and we hooked up again. He left after that, and that was that. But we did make out in a public venue, so I can now say I have successfully crossed that challenge off the list.
Now, I'm on the job hunt (again) and I just hope I end up doing something I actually know how to do. Last summer, I worked at an auto parts shop, and since I know nothing about cars, It was fairly miserable. Basically, my plan is to get a job, find a less boring place to crash, and find someone to have fun with on my days off. If I can achieve all that, I can honestly say, my summer was a success, whether or not I complete the List.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the Sysyem.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Getting Things Done

I've been dreading the moment when I'll have to say goodbye to all the wonderful and amazing friends I have made this year. Every time I start to think about it, I get teary eyed, which is weird because I almost never cry. We've had some CRAZY experiences together, and to think that I'll have to say goodbye to them possibly forever is just painful. I think this is one of the most difficult, memorable, and crazy years I've ever had, and saying goodbye to it is tough. But on the other hand, I am looking forward to this summer, and the new opportunities I will be able to experience.
On a lighter note, I have completed a few more tasks on the Summer Bucket List.

  • Eat a lemon without sugar
  • Play a card game
  • Make something out of duct tape
  • Hook up with someone 
  • Make out with said hookup in a public venue
Basically, I'm just doing the really generic easy things first. I suppose it would have been more difficult if I had to complete the list in order, since the first item is Learn how to do a triple backflip.

Here's a really bad picture of me attempting to eat the lemon, taken by my friend Laurel in my dorm room. I'm just gonna say, that even though I am a hardcore lemonade addict, I do NOT like lemons plain. It's like eating pure acid. Ugggghhhh.
Some of my friends and I got together, and played Phase 10 on the beach yesterday, so that counts as a card game. Even though I lost pretty miserably, it was great getting to spend some time in the sun, and relax by the water. Unfortunately I don't have photo evidence, but it's just a card game, so I don't think it's that hard to believe
Also last night, I made a duct tape flower which I am pretty proud of. I used duct tape and a bobby pin, and besides the lemon, it was definitely the most difficult task I had to achieve so far on the list.
I am also happy, because even though the whole sleepover/hookup thing didn't work out, I did end up getting laid for the last time this semester, by one of my old hookups. Which totally counts as my hookup, and I made out with him on a college campus, which is a public venue. I do not have photo evidence of that either, because I think it would be highly inappropriate, but it was a pretty fun experience. So after I say my goodbyes, I can start my epic summer with no regrets. :)

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Achievements...? Probably Not

Well, this is going to be one hell of an interesting and challenging summer. So far, I have only completed two of the items on the list.

  • Make paper boats, and float them somewhere outside
  • Build a blanket fort
I did the paper boats thing last night in the lake off campus. It was raining, and it was kinda sketchy because this random guy was down there watching me do it, and I felt like a total wierdo. It was dark, so you'll have to take my word for it; I don't have photo proof of me floating the boats. But it's not like it's something really difficult to do, so it is pretty believable. 
I'm actually not quite sure if my blanket fort thing actually counted, because it was really just some sheets tacked over the entrance of my dorm room. Several people have told me that it does count, but I think I'll have to redo it. Basically, me and my friend Syd decided to have a sleepover/hookup with a couple of guys, so we redid my dorm common room to lok like we had been roommates, so we didn't appear desperate or something. But then one of the guys backed out so I was the third wheel, so because I was kinda bummed out about it, I went and drank like 8 shots of whiskey, which for me isn't that much, but I hadn't eaten anything but a handful of tortilla chips that day, I got totally wasted, and threw up everywhere. Definitely not my finest moment. Anyway I laid beside the toilet and listened to them get it on, and basically had a fairly miserable night. So, since the whole blanket fort was iffy, and I ended up smashed, I think I might have to repeat that one.
Hopefully my other attempts are a little more successful.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Mother's Day

I am a self proclaimed orphan, so I have no mother to celebrate, so here's to all the mothers who sacrifice so much for children, their own or otherwise. Here's to those mothers who starve so their children can eat. Those moms who work two jobs so their children can get an education. And even those stay at home moms, the ones who spend so much time with their kids, giving them love, and watching them grow.
To all of you amazing and selfless women, I just want to say thank you, because without motherly love, this world would be extreme chaos.  I hope you have an amazing mother's day, and that your children give you the love you deserve.
Happy Mother's Day!

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Diamonds Are Not My Best Friend

Everyone has heard the saying "Diamonds are a girls best friend".
Diamonds are great and all, but come on, there are so many things I can think of that I'd rather get from a man than some diamond earrings which might get lost or stolen or whatever. I mean yes, I love diamonds (Who doesn't?) and if a guy bought me a diamond necklace, then yes I would love it dearly. But honestly, if you show up at my door with a box of stuffed crust cheese pizza, I will seriously love you forever. I don't need to be bought; its actually a huge turnoff for me when a man tries to buy my affection with money or things. To be honest, I'm not really a materialistic girl. I don't want him to take me out to a fancy restaurant, nor do I want to have to order things I can barely pronounce, let alone swallow. I'd much rather we just cuddled together on the couch at his place or mine, eating pizza and watching a movie. That way I don't have to spend half my paycheck on a dress for the occasion, and it's much easier to hook up if we're already on a couch. I don't want to spend the weekend at a luxury hotel in a room that countless people have been in, doing who knows what. I don't want to have to worry if the people in the room next to us think we're too loud. Instead, I'd rather just crash at his place or mine, I'll serve him breakfast in bed (because seriously, even if the bacon is too crispy, it's way sweeter than paying for room service), and when we hook up, I can be as loud as I want to because I know his neighbors, and I know mine, and they don't give two tacos about what's going on in the house next to theirs.  I don't want him to buy me expensive orchids, or cali-lilies; if he simply must buy me flowers, it should be the three dollar bouquet of roses from the shelf at Walmart, and instead of a generic card, scribble a few heartfelt words on a sheet of notebook paper. The cut flowers are going to die anyway.
I like things that are heartfelt and sincere. I'd rather he spend an hour trying to figure out the instructions on a box Kraft macaroni and cheese, instead of paying big bucks for me to attempt to eat Rhône-Alpes and Escargots.  Sleeping in a hotel makes me feel like there's something at his place he's trying to hide, and I always get creeped out thinking about how many people have slept in that bed before me. I would much rather have a handful of daisies he secretly picked at the local park even though he knew he wasn't supposed to, than a generic flower bouquet that the woman working at the flower shop assured him I would love. I'd rather walk hand in hand at a local park eating ice cream cones that cost a dollar, than sit on the balcony of some prestigious venue being served creme brulé.  I don't want him to buy costly tickets for us to see an opera, sung in some language neither of us understands, during which we'll both sit bored out of our minds waiting until we can rip off our uncomfortable formal clothes and begin the actual date. I'd much rather cuddle in bed watching a movie we both love, with no clothes to worry about in the first place.
It's not that I don't appreciate the thought behind whatever ridiculously pricey thing he does. I mean if he takes me to a five star hotel for the weekend, maybe he thinks his place isn't good enough for me. Maybe he wants to pamper me in a way he thinks I would want to be. Maybe he thinks that I would rather eat some fancy french food than the slightly burnt spaghetti at his house. If a guy does do some horribly expensive generic gesture for me,  I do appreciate it. But I always let him know that it's not necessary.
I don't want diamonds. I just want him.

C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

My Summer Bucket List

I am determined to have the best summer ever, so with the help of some friends, and some ridiculous dares I have accepted, I have created a list of things I am going to (or attempt to) do before the summer ends. Some of them are crazy, and honestly I have no idea if I'll be able to achieve most of them.

  1. Learn how to do a triple back flip
  2. Blow smoke bubbles
  3. Go cliff diving
  4. Mix the perfect margarita
  5. Kiss a random stranger
  6. Go sand-boarding (Whatever that is)
  7. Go bungee jumping
  8. Give myself a permanent tattoo
  9. Glue money to the sidewalk and laugh
  10. Plant some flowers
  11. Go to a drive in theater
  12. Dance wildly in front of screen at drive in theater
  13. Make paper boats and float them somewhere outside
  14. Use a horrible fake accent all week
  15. Go paint balling
  16. Make s'mores
  17. Cook something on a solar panel
  18. Wash the car in the driveway and writhe sexily on top of it.
  19. Chase an ice cream truck
  20. Shoot off fireworks
  21. Go to a farmers market
  22. Make a food basket and give it to a homeless person
  23. Wear a coconut bra all day
  24. Run a six minute mile (easy)
  25. Go to an amusement park
  26. Kiss a carnival worker
  27. Make a mud pie
  28. Learn how to make sushi
  29. Solve a Rubik's cube
  30. Break dance in the middle of the mall (easy)
  31. Hook up with someone in the middle of the night
  32. Make out with said hook-up in a public venue
  33. Read 5 books (Easy)
  34. Deep fry a Twinkie
  35. Try to break a world record
  36. Sing some horrible karaoke on purpose
  37. Fry an egg on the sidewalk
  38. Write a fake love letter
  39. Sneak into an amusement park
  40. Pose with mannequins in a store window (easy)
  41. Throw bouncy balls off a skyscraper roof (no idea how I'm gonna get on the roof of a sky scraper)
  42. Pretend to sleep in a bed store
  43. Learn to say "hello" in 50 languages
  44. Ding dong ditch someone
  45. Milk a cow (Where am I gonna find a cow?)
  46. Play strip poker
  47. Collect 100 business cards
  48. Send off a message in a bottle
  49. Sleep under the stars
  50. Go skinny dipping
  51. Put on all the sample makeup at Macy
  52. Shower in the rain- nudity not required 
  53. Untie someones bathing suit
  54. Play the pianos at the Steinway piano gallery (I actually play the piano, that's an easy one)
  55. Cartwheel across a street at an intersection
  56. Buy something and return it 5 minutes later
  57. Give a random person my number
  58. Crash a party
  59. Wear lingerie to a bed store
  60. Make a music video
  61. Take selfies underwater
  62. Dance in the rain
  63. Write random notes and spread them all over the city
  64. Splatter paint something
  65. Do something for charity
  66. Build a blanket fort
  67. Pretend I'm a greeter at Walmart
  68. Make homemade ice cream
  69. Pull an all nighter
  70. Choreograph an epic hip hop routine with five people and perform it in a public venue
  71. Sleep on a roof
  72. Play turkey basketball
  73. Learn to ride a unicycle
  74. Go on a blind date
  75. Ditch blind date, no matter if he's cute or not
  76. Have an enormous pillow fight with feather pillows
  77. Learn  how to juggle
  78. Make someones day
  79. Find the perfect glass of lemonade
  80. Get five new piercing's three of which must be somewhere besides ears
  81. Wear a bikini and assless chaps to the mall
  82. Plant a tree
  83. Bury a time capsule
  84. Carve name in a tree
  85. Have an all day movie marathon
  86. Jump fully clothed into a public pool
  87. Suck the helium out of a balloon, and talk to random people
  88. Buy bleach, rope, trash bags, and a shovel at home depot
  89. Eat an entire tub of ice cream
  90. Sleep on a park bench
  91. Pose with a statue in front of a museum
  92. Lick candy in a candy store and put it back on the shelves
  93. Have an epic water balloon fight in public
  94. Drive backwards through a drive through
  95. Have sex on an airplane
  96. Moon someone
  97. Create the perfect ice cream sundae
  98. Buy $50.00 worth of clothes from Goodwill
  99. Make an epic sand castle
  100. Have the most epic summer ever!!
This is going to be one hell of a crazy summer, but I am determined to at least attempt every item on the list.
I'll keep y'all posted. Wish me luck!!
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

My Strange Addiction

Many people have addictions, whether they know it or not. Very common ones are their cell phones, coffee, or their job. I, however, have an incurable addiction to lemonade. Yes, lemonade. Something about the sweet, tangy, sour flavor of lemonade is completely irresistible to me. It's like it speaks to me. If I see a pitcher of lemonade anywhere in the near vicinity, there is almost nothing that can stop me from running over snatching up the nearest empty glass, and filling it to the brim. My addiction goes even further than that. I love things that taste like lemonade, no matter how remotely. For instance lemon drops, lemon meringue pie, even lemon Jello. If it has any sort of lemon flavoring in it, I'm your girl. My addiction is so intense that I even love lemon scented cleaner. I mean I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy a crisp, cool, glass of lemonade on a hot summers day, but I'm so far gone that I'll choose frozen lemonade over hot chocolate in the dead of winter. Now every time I mention this, I get very strange looks, but you have not lived until you have had a steaming mug of hot lemonade. It's the perfect thing to satisfy you on a cold winter day, or the to sip as you sit and watch the rain on a chilly spring evening.
I don't simply limit myself to frozen lemonade concentrate, or bottles of Simply Lemonade in the store aisles. I consider myself a connoisseur of lemonade. Every summer when I have the time, I spend hours juicing lemons, and slicing up different fruits to create the perfect flavor of lemonade. I've spent so much time making lemonade that my family once attempted an intervention to weaken my infatuation with it. They removed all of my lemons from the refrigerator, and all of the frozen concentrate from the freezer. They hid my favorite lemonade glass, and filled the fridge with soda and fruit juice. I was Horrified! All of my sweet, lemony beverages were gone! They even went so far as to hide my stash of lemon flavored sweets from me! All my lemon drops, all my lemon chiffon cupcakes, all my raspberry lemonade Jolly Ranchers! Oh the Monstrosity! I hardly knew what to do with myself. Waking up in the morning, instead of a rich slice of lemon pound cake, I had to settle with boring coffee cake. Instead of that ice cold glass of lemonade after my morning jog, I had to settle for apple juice. Even my lemon flavored toothpaste was replaced with generic Aquafresh. No more lemon meringue pie. No more lemon sorbet. I was forced to eat regular boring food, and use Orange scented cleaners (Awful stuff). The lemon pepper disappeared from the spice cabinet so I was unable to make my favorite, lemon cashew chicken. Now I know all this sounds ridiculous, but something about lemons is just awesome to me. Eventually, due to my midnight shopping trips to buy more lemonade when everyone was asleep, my family realized that they would never truly be able to cure me of my obsession with lemons. Things slowly returned to normal. Fresh lemons reappeared in the fruit drawer of the refrigerator. Lemon extract returned to the spice cabinet. Lemon sweets once again inhabited my desk drawer, and I resumed my search for the perfect flavor of lemonade.
Through the years, My infatuation with lemons has diminished some, but my quest for the perfect cup of lemonade continues. Since I have been at college, my lemonade antics have been limited to consuming bottles of Calypso, and Simply Lemonade. My friends think I'm crazy; they can't comprehend how someone when offered a sweet minty mojito, would turn it down for a can of  Minute Maid. Even I don't fully understand my obsession with the beverage or when it started. I remember when I was little, and someone would pour me a cup of lemonade telling me to hold it carefully with both hands. After taking a sip, I would shudder and hand it back, saying it was "too sour" and could I "please have some juice instead?" I don't know at which point in my life, the smell of lemons became so intoxicting. It makes no sense to me how one little fruit can be so wonderfully addictive; I guess I'll never know. My love for lemonade goes deeper thatn just the occaisonal glassful by the poolside; quite frankly I'm glad my addiction is lemonade, not meth.
Because I love you all so much, I am going to share with you one of my top secret recipies; the Strawberry Lemonita.

You'll need:
3 cups sugar
5 cups water, divided
6 to 8 lemons (about one cup of lemon juice)
1 cup of fresh strawberries
1 cup tequila (optional)

  1. Combine sugar and 3 cups of the water in a small saucepan and bring to a gentle simmer over low heat. Once sugar is completely dissolved, remove from heat to cool.
  2. Juice the lemmons in to the sugar water syrup once it is cool.
  3. Puree the strawberries in a blender, or chop very finely and crush with a fork.
  4. Combine all ingredients in a pitcher. Chill and serve over ice.
  5. Enjoy
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

101 Things To Be Happy About

I noticed that there are so many things people can be upset about, if someone asks me whats wrong, a zillion things pop into my head to be upset about. But what I realized that it's very hard to find things to be happy about. So I have created a list of things to be happy about. Enjoy!

  1. Sunshine
  2. When someone walking by smiles at you
  3. Finding something beautiful unexpectedly
  4. The angle of your head when you bite into a taco
  5. Walking barefoot in the soft grass
  6. Green lights 
  7. Hugs from old friends
  8. Listening to music so intensely that the world seems to fade away
  9. The way jello wobbles on your spoon
  10. Hearing children laugh as you drive by a playground
  11. Waking up early on a Saturday morning, completely rested
  12. Having a silent conversation with your best friend
  13. The sound when you walk in flip-flops
  14. The concentration it takes to lick an ice cream cone
  15. When the rain starts just as you walk under cover
  16. Standing in front of automatic doors and raising your hands so it looks like you magically opened them
  17. Dancing when you're home alone
  18. When you're the first one to get the joke
  19. Picking things up with your feet
  20. Licking all the flavor off your fingers
  21. Bacon
  22. Waking up at the right time, even when you forgot to set your alarm clock
  23. Correctly guessing whether or not the door is push or pull
  24. Making a baby laugh
  25. Steering wheel drumming
  26. Nutella
  27. When the beat drops
  28. Catching the ice cream truck
  29. Long comfortable silences
  30. The moment of anticipation before you kiss
  31. When your shoes are tight enough to stay on your feet, but loose enough to slide on and off without untying them
  32. Horrible fake accents made by your best friends
  33. Windshield wipers
  34. Staying up so late that everything becomes funny
  35. Carrying the ice cube try all the way back to the freezer without spilling it
  36. That one house in your neighborhood that gets really, really into Halloween
  37. Realizing you still remember all the words to a song you haven heard in years
  38. Eating the first cookie fresh out of the oven even though it's too hot
  39. Finding out someone has the same birthday as you
  40. Sleeping late
  41. The perfect cup of coffee
  42. When that gorgeous stranger walks up and introduces themselves to you
  43. Laughing so hard you cry
  44. Opening up a box of pizza
  45. All you can eat buffets
  46. Popping bubble wrap
  47. Sliding around in your socks
  48. Singing in the shower
  49. Your favorite t-shirt
  50. Watching a movie for the umpteenth time
  51. Lazy weekends
  52. Naps
  53. Falling in love
  54. Listening to rain as you fall asleep
  55. The way sunlight shines through trees
  56. Planning a party
  57. Popsicles
  58. The last pair of shoes that you wanted, and they're your size
  59. The window seat
  60. Doing something you thought you couldn't
  61. A full moon
  62. Eating chocolate
  63. Mixing the perfect margarita
  64. Fluffy blankets
  65. Holding hands
  66. That first dive into water at the beginning of summer
  67. Puppies
  68. Surprises from best friends
  69. Flipping through an old yearbook and realizing how much you've changed
  70. Homemade apple pie
  71. Whipped cream
  72. Cupcakes with sprinkles
  73. A comfy couch
  74. Daydreaming
  75. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
  76. Driving on a curvy road
  77. Your favorite color
  78. A hug from someone soft in the middle
  79. Candlelight
  80. S'mores
  81. Bike rides
  82. A well placed swear word
  83. Macaroni and Cheese
  84. Hammocks
  85. Funny Jokes
  86. Coloring
  87. When kids draw you pictures
  88. Rainbows
  89. Realizing you're not scared of thunder anymore
  90. Lemonade stands
  91. Shiny things
  92. The perfect seat at the cinema
  93. Embarrassing karaoke
  94. Eating watermelon slices
  95. Starlight
  96. The smell of a drive-through
  97. The perfect pair of sunglasses
  98. Bubbles
  99. Jumping in puddles when it's raining
  100. Finding an old picture of you
  101. Finding something inspiring
There are countless other things to be happy about. So Smile! Life's too short to be lived miserably :)

So This Happened... Shovel...Keisha?

I know everyone is talking about it, so I just have to say something about the "crazy fight" that ended with a girl getting hit in the head with a shovel. First of all, I think I wasted eight minutes of my life watching these two girls attempt to fight. Basically what happened here is this girl Miranda Fugate shows up to her friend Emily Powers house to start a fight with her. No one really knows why, but they start talking. The conversation starts pretty normal. They ask each other how old they are, and talk about moths, and pet the chickens in Emily's chicken coop. Nothing that should have instigated a fight, but for some reason, they start insulting each other, and throwing punches, most of which don't land, (I'm gonna cut in here, and state that neither of these girls know how to fight. I have Never seen so many missed punches in my life.) And then one of them starts saying "Don't hit me in my face!"
Now Excuse Me? Is this what fighting has devolved to in the year 2014? It's not like some professional fight where there's 'don't hit below the belt' rules or something. This is the streets -or a backyard in this case- there are no rules. So anyway these two girls get in this pathetic little fight rolling around on the ground, pulling each other's hair, basically making two complete fools out of themselves. Anyway after a couple minutes of this, Emily starts saying things like "Get off my property, or I'm gonna beat the hell out of you!" Which we all know wouldn't have happened without a weapon or something, because for the past few minutes, Emily had been trying to beat the hell out of Miranda and was quite obviously failing miserably. Well needless to say, Miranda refused to leave, saying things like, "No, what are you gonna do? Call the police?" to which Emily replies "No, but I'll go get my gun." Which throws everyone off for a second, because it sounded like Emily was about to shoot Miranda or something, until we find out that its an air soft gun, so basically it shoots tiny plastic balls. By this point, I'm rolling on the floor laughing at both of them, I mean this is the stupidest thing I think I have seen in a long time. Well one thing leads to another, and finally I guess Emily got upset enough to pick up this huge gravediggers shovel, and whack Miranda over the head with it. After which of course Miranda gets up crying and stumbling around like it's the end of the world. Basically neither one of them actually expected to get hurt, and when one of them did, it was like this huge deal. (Quite obviously, neither of the girls had been in a real fight before).

Well a few days after the fight (if you can call that a fight) went viral, a news report came out saying that Miranda, the girl who had been hit with the shovel, died due to serious head injuries. Up to this point, Miranda had been eating up the attention like she was some sort of
celebrity or something, posting all over Twitter about it. She even changed her Twitter profile summary to read "<3Yes I'm the one who got hit with a shovel." Obviously she is going to milk this for all it's worth. She thinks she's some sort of local hero or something, due to her video going viral, she received benefits, and obviously I think she's never going to be able to move past this. She is even under the impression that her little scuffle with her friend was even more intense than Sharkeisha's fight. Which as we well know, Sharkeisha did a pretty good job of "beating the hell out of" her opponent. (Without the use of a shovel or any other weapon I might add.)
Anyway after the video went viral,, a website that is well known for its satire, and humorous false news reports, posted a fake article stating that Miranda died due to serious head wounds incurred by the shovel; a story that quickly went viral. Miranda is obviously alive, though according to some of her tweets, she is very offended. But honestly what did she expect? She became "famous" because she got hit in the head. People really don't respect or look up to her for any reason, and she is only well known because people make fun of her.  I almost feel sorry for her. Miranda quite obviously doesn't realize that she can't use this incident as a free ride through her childhood. A future employer is not going to care that she was "the one that got hit with a shovel", she's not going to make any true friends, just followers attempting to boost their own popularity by being associated with her. And it's not going to help her protect herself if the time presents itself, because, damn, SHE CAN NOT FIGHT!!
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Candy, And What It Says About You

I have a theory about people. Its based on their favorite type of candy.
For instance, if you simply love Bubble Gum, you're fun loving, and a generally cheerful person. You tend to get along well with others, and you make friends easily. Bubble gum chewers, however, can tend to be annoying, though they never intend to be. They can be a little too chipper at the wrong moment, and sometimes can be unable to really relate to a person who's down. Bubble gum chewers can also tend to be arrogant and snobby, liked by only a few people, and quite content to remain so. They tend not to be openminded about things, and they look down on people who are different from them. Also they do not  deal well with change, and they are rather self-centered. Bubble gum chewers often get along well with Lollypop Lovers. People who just love to suck on lollypops are generally fun loving, like bubble gum chewers. They are usually the best kissers, and they are the most romantic. Want a steamy relationship? Ask out a girl with a lollypop in her mouth. Lollypop lovers love to be close to people, but it takes them a while to truly trust people. Lollypop eaters tend to be cheery like bubblegum eaters, but they tend to be able to relate to people better. They also tend to be creative, and are the most fashionable. But people who love lollypops usually live in their own little world, blissfully oblivious to what's going on around them in the world.  Though they get along well with bubble gum eaters, they usually disagree with those that eat Jelly Beans. Jelly Bean eaters are usually generous and open minded. They love many things and many people. They tend to be silly, colorful, and unpredictable. The only thing that is truly sure about them is that they are having fun. Even when they're not having fun, they are thinking of ways to make the situation more fun. There are many sides to their personality. One people think they know them, Jelly Bean eaters surprise them with something new.  They tend to be a bit experimental with their lifestyle. They are not judgmental, and they always try to keep an open mind. They love new experiences, and are the most adventurous.  They like change, and are always ready to
move on to the next step in their lives.  Jelly bean lovers also strongly feel that Jelly Beans are not only limited to Easter, and become strongly irked when someone suggests otherwise.
A very broad and difficult to translate type of candy is Chocolate. Chocolate is usually associated with women, but as I know plenty of men who cannot resist a mouthful of chocolate, here is my theory about it.
If you like Milk Chocolate, there's a sort of innocence about you that many people love. You are very nostalgic, and you tend to live very much in the past. You also are the most sensuous, and love to cuddle  and  are the best listeners. You tend to be fun loving, but sometimes, you hide your love of fun in an attempt to fit in, or seem more professional.  If Dark Chocolate is your favorite, you are a problem solver. You are visionary and imaginative; if it involves creativity, you can do it easily. You have a love for worldly things, but can be materialistic at times. You make good leaders, but sometimes you struggle to get people to listen to you. Dark Chocolate lovers are very passionate, and are usually the best in bed. Even though they both love chocolate, Dark Chocolate eaters very often disagree with Bitter  Chocolate eaters. People who like Bitter Chocolate are connoisseurs, and are very critical about almost everything in life. They are authoritative, and well respected by many. They tend to micro manage others, and pressure people into doing what they want. They are determined and unwavering and often inflexible and stubborn. They do not like to be told what to do, and they absolutely hate not being in charge. They are often alone, and make very few but lasting friendships. They are almost the exact opposite of people who like White Chocolate. White chocolate lovers are the eternal peace keepers. They try to be honest and fair with everyone, and in everything they do. They try to keep options open, and they rarely close any doors. They are always open to a new opinion or point of view, and are the best at understanding new ideas. They can also be indecisive. They keep so many doors open that it can become difficult for them to close the right one when the time presents itself. They are usually very submissive, and follow orders well. And lastly my take on people who like Any Chocolate, So Long As It's Chocolate.  These people are the social butterflies. They are always hip, and always in style, and they are well liked by others. They are flexible, and know how to roll with the punches. No matter  how surprising a situation is, they can always take things in stride, and they rarely get worked up about anything.
Chocolate is a very broad range of personalities and people. My theory is most likely not completely accurate, and is based on the different types of people I have come across during my life. I don't think there is truly an accurate analysis of chocolate, because there are so many different types of truffles, flavors, and fillings. An easier personality to analyze is Gummy Bears. If you love Gummy Bears, you are a total goofball. You can't help but be silly most of the time. In your opinion, life is way to short to be taken seriously. You love playing pranks and telling jokes, and you live to make others laugh. You're the type that was most likely the class clown in middle school, and you are the type to play with your food before you eat it. You have a short attention span, and are very easily distracted. Your eye can't help but be drawn to colorful bolt things. You are a kid at heart, and you're drawn toward anything fun. You love sweets, and though Gummy Bears are your favorite, that won't stop you from eating as much candy as you can.
There are tons of other candies to analyze, and tons of personalities, that can be judged from them. But these are my most complete analyses. Tell me what you think, and which sweets I should do next!
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes

Summertime Sadness

As I near the end of a school year, I realize how temporary everything is. Things that even a few weeks ago seemed set in stone, now wobbling on thin ice, about to fall and crumble at any moment. The friends that I made over the few months I was here, so close to me now might never see me again, or if they do, may become distant, and cold during the months of summer. As I look back over the academic aspect of the year, I realize that I didn't really learn anything. I just became good at passing. Doing what was required to receive an 'A'. Everything I thought I learned at the time, was just enough to complete an assignment or project, then completely forgotten.
Relationships will dissipate, and the people I once was infatuated with romantically will go their separate ways, leaving only a memory of their touch and the times we had together. Sure, I'll stay in touch with some of them, but conversation without contact soon dies off in the end.
Now, I know this all sounds depressing, and you're all probably thinking "What the hell? It's summer! What's wrong with her? No college kid sound be depressed at the start of summer." I'm not depressed, I mean summer? HELL YEAH!! But still when you think about it, it's not like high school where you know you'll be sitting in the same classrooms as your friends the next year, or where you'll most likely see your friends throughout the summer. There is no knowing where you or your friends will be in the next year. Sure, they might stay, and sure you might be sitting together listening to a professor lecture the next semester, but the chances are most likely that they'll move on. They'll go to the next step of their lives, whether it be a transfer to another campus, or a soul-searching trip across Europe. I realized that friendship is even more important, and special now that you never truly know how much time you have together.
Am I excited about summer? Yes! I'm excited for the break from academics, and the time to spend with my family. Not to mention the steamy nights of fleeting summer romance, and sweltering afternoons by the poolside drinking lemonade and
 making conversation with the lifeguards. But now as an adult, summer means more than playing in a sprinkler, or sleeping late. Summer is full of responsibilities, same as any other time of the year. For a college kid, summer calls for the search for a temporary occupation, whether it be saving lives from a white bench at the side of a pool, serving ice cream to the children who have no idea how quickly their carefree summers will end, or sitting at a desk facing a screen, glancing out the window at the sunshine outside longing for just an afternoon of freedom and fun.
But even for the work burdened college student, trying to earn enough money to survive the next semester, there is still fun in those summer nights. Crazy backyard parties, crammed with bathing suit clad individuals dancing to the latest "summer anthem". Lazy nights on the porch drinking cheap beer, and devouring pizza, trading stories of the past year. Late night swims with your current significant other, under the warm starlight. Evenings spent with loved ones gathered in the living room around the TV, crunching on microwave popcorn, watching a movie you've all seen countless times, laughing at your favorite parts, dreading the day when you'll have to leave once more to start the next semester. And on those few afternoons you can escape the dreary burden of work, the more studious of us will head to the local library, or sit at a desk inside, to get a head start on the next semester. The more adventurous of us will travel to some part of town less frequented by the hoards of summering people. While still others will head to the mall with family or friends to perfect that summer style that will most definitely turn heads, or the cinema to see the latest movie that every family simply must  see.
I will most likely be spending my summer in the house on 36th street, soaking up the time spent with my family, searching for a job which if found, I will throw myself in whole heartedly, hoping those hours will earn me the funds to tough it out yet another year. Yes, while those nights spent dancing in a backyard, or those afternoons spent lounging on a poolside sound wonderful, and fun, they will most likely be spent inside some building, catering to the every whim of a customer, or crashing exhausted after a hard day's work. My weekends will be spent with my family, showing them in every way I possibly can how much I love them, and how much I appreciate everything they do for me. And as for those steamy summer nights of romance, those will most likely be just a daydream as I press my way through another work day, waiting for my shift to end.
I am excited for summer. I really am. But as excited as I am for the break from academics, I must be realistic and know that while it is a break from one type of work, it will be replaced with another. And such is the life of an adult. There never is a real break from any type of labor. There will always be something to replace the work that is completes. There will never be enough time to spend with family and friends. The next year will be a mystery, and it is one I am excited to unravel, but still, I can't help but experience a hint of summertime sadness.
C'est La Vie.
Viva La Vida.
And Fuck the System.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫