Thursday, May 8, 2014

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)
Ice
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.
Peace.
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, Huzlers.com, 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.
Peace.
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.
Peace.
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.
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes♪♫

Friday, April 25, 2014

Don't Fall In Love With Me

I haven't written in a while, and here's why... I've been so busy trying to juggle classes, relationships, and my music that I just haven't found the time.
You know, it's just so hard to find someone who actually respects someone for who they are. Not for what they look like, or how much money they have, or how many friends they have. After bouncing back and forth from lovestruck guy to lovestruck guy, I realized even more do that love, real love, is hard to find. Not that I'm looking for love right now, because I have plenty of time to do that in the future. Right now, I just want to have fun. The problem is, I don't like younger guys, so most of the ones I am (or in some cases was) into want someone to settle down with. They're talking future plans and baby names, and I'm just like "So, there's a party tomorrow,". It's not that I'm against them wanting to settle down, I'm just against the fact they want to settle down with me. I'm not the type to get very attached to people. In fact, I tell most people to Not fall in love with me, because I'll just break their heart. It's just how I am.
But it amazes me how quickly people fall in love, or think they do that is. I'll see some girl get asked out by the "perfect man" and two days later, she's using the royal "we" and talking about what flavor of frosting she wants on her wedding cake. It's crazy how many people are in love with the idea of love. Love is not all sunshine and rainbows, but it's not all doom and despair either. I was in love once, all I can say right now is that it takes work. And I don't have the time or the energy to fall in love. So yes, I'll still have my fun, and yes I'll probably break many more hearts, but that's who I am, and it's how I'll be for a long time, and I'm perfectly happy being that way right now.
Don't fall in love with me.
C'est La Vie
Viva La Vida
And Fuck the System
Peace.
Signed, hot_tunes

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Cowards.

It's funny how someone can seem so sincere, and so genuine, and then it turns out that you were just an experiment to see what it would be like to be with someone like you.
That's what happened with Noe. I mean it's not like I was necessarily 'faithful', but as far as I knew, we weren't even officially in a relationship, so that left a lot open for me in the guy department. Not that we split up because of my "fun" but I wasn't really attached, and I was actually trying to think of a way to let him down easily. 
But then, out of nowhere, he texts me, (mind you he can't come to my face), and says "There's something important I have to tell you." And I'm all like "What?" Figuring he was around so we could talk face to face, which is what you do when you have something important to say. Then he proceeds to tell me that he's gonna die in like three years because of this disease, and he's known about it since he was nine. So me being the person I am, start feeling all sympathetic and all like, maybe he's depressed, so I start being all comforting, but then he's like, "Since I'm gonna die, I can't be in a relationship," and "You deserve a lifetime of happiness, not just a few years." 
So I'm sitting there thinking, "Who said anything about us being together for 'years'?" I mean I didn't even know we were official or anything. And also, "Why, if you knew you can't be in a relationship, did you kiss me that night? You started this. I was just dancing."
So finally I just asked "Are you breaking up with me?" to shut him up, because he was blowing up my phone with all these texts about him dying alone and me deserving a relationship with someone better and whatever.  And he says "Yes." 
And I'm sitting there thinking, "Then why the Hell did you need to tell me about your disease if you're breaking up with me? I don't need to know that if I'm never gonna talk to you again." Which I'm not. Even though he was all, "I'll always be your friend." 
I'm just like "Not bloody likely."
 I don't want to be friends with someone who was too cowardly to just come to me face to face, or at least call me to end whatever it was we had, and instead tried to get me to break up with him by telling me he was gonna die, so he wouldn't have to. 
And so he starts blowing up my phone about how I'm probably hurt, (which I wasn't, I was setting up a date with another guy as we spoke) and how he'll always be here for me. And I was like. "Dude. Stop. Texting. Me. As you stated, we are over. So just LET IT GO. And good bye." 
And so I have an upcoming date with a guitar player who I've had a crush on since I laid eyes on him, and as far as I'm concerned, Noe can die alone by himself.  Because obviously that's what he wants. 
C'est La Vie. 
Viva La Vida. 
And Fuck the System. 
Peace. 
Signed, hot_tunes