and now the reviews

first on the agenda, I think I will direct my criticism at some Jelly beans. Okay, so Jelly Belly jelly beans. Everyone knows they have the best flavors out there, though they are expensive little buggers they are worth the extra pocket change once every Chinese new year. One problem with these surprisingly-accurate-in-flavor bites is how much they make me fear white jelly beans. If I am not sure whether that tiny speck on the side is a yellow dot or not, I simply toss the bean to the side and throw it out later. This may be disappointing to a number of happily pina colada flavored jelly beans, but roughly 85% of you will agree it is worth it. The demon in the bag is that not so buttery popcorn flavored hellion of a bean. Though I am a fan of the real deal, this snack is just not anything like popcorn. It makes every taste bud just scream for their constitutional rights against cruel and unusual punishment. but, I guess things could be worse, at least it's not a Harry Potter world in which I would be forced to guess whether I were plopping sugary coated vomit into my mouth or not.

With my wrath for the aforementioned jelly bean laid out I can now move on. Okay, so, true story: The other night my boyfriend, Chris (wanna read his blog too just click on his link to the right), his brother and I went to a party thrown by a guy at work. When we arrived we had already missed out on a little bit of beer pong, but that was fine because the same two teams spent over an hour more finishing that same game, so we got to see shall I say enough of the match...We were all bonding insulting the hosts ipod playlist when more people began to arrive. At this point most of the party goers were feeling a good buzz. It should be known that I was not feeling this same buzz, I chose the DD route for the evening. At least every person got to meet someone new that night. I was even "secretly dating" a girl I didn't even know while Chris was "sexing up" her boyfriend. All in good fun though. So, I decide to play beer pong with Chris because I know I can totally rock the table, despite having the handicap of not being totally sloshed. (I was going to say pissed but since not everyone is British...)I shot the first ball and it sank right in. Chris went...right in! I went again and I threw the ball so far to the right it probably could have hit Chris right in the eye if he had leaned in a little. Bad. it went down hill, only for me, soon and by the end Chris won. I then got to drive some other party goers to pick up rockband. For the record, if you ask the sober person to take you somewhere, let them know what they are getting into, or make it worth their while. That said...Rockband is a multiplayer, multi-piece game. though it comes packaged all in one neat little box in the store, that doesn't mean people think that is the best way to store it. Noooo, you should actually store it at your house and four friends' houses. I do see the value in this, should you get robbed, you only miss out on the drum kit or maybe the mic. I mean who really wants to hear Andy's rendition of Mississippi Queen that third time anyhow? After nearly an hour of collecting parts and people we were at the last house of our Rockband extravaganza. The man inside was phoned and we had to wait until he was...no lie...done beating a boss in World of Warcraft before he could come unlock the door and let everyone in. Unfortunately when we arrived back at the party, we realized the downfall to the outwit-the-robber game, forgetting the usb connection for the second guitar...oh well. I was excited to be back at the party where everyone was three sheets to the wind and waist deep in the remnants of beer spilled on the floor in the very competitive flip cup tournament, that, much to my enjoyment, was still in play.

Getting Started

So here I am "getting started." I have no intention of advertising my new endeavor into blogging, so if your here you certainly stumbled upon this page. I welcome you! So first I would just like to say that, four new accounts and numerous passwords I am unlikely to remember later I have a "blogspot." I am not good with the internet, I can research what other people have done, but when it comes to creating my own stuff, well...maybe I should just leave myspace to Tom. Case and point. A few months back I attempted to create my own yahoo account/profile. There was a guy I was interested in, he had yahoo...anyway. About 20 questions in, when the site started asking more personal "about me" questions, I realized I had created a personals profile. It worked out in my favor anyway, I mean, I had fun getting compliments and such.
I also am wary of the internet. My dad has always been paranoid that the crazy fraud people will steal all of our information. Probably legit, but it is not fun when security settings are really high. I guess that is a fun feature of sharing a family computer. It is because of his paranoia that I have acquired some paranoia of my own. I like to use a different password for all the things I do. While I generally use the same logon screen name. I have some accounts I haven't accessed in years because I just don't know what my password is anyway.
So with all the computer stuff out of the way I can get to the good stuff. My blog is going to be about me. Don't worry, you'll like it. My thoughts, opinions and the general filler of what is my day to day.
So lately I have been thinking about college. After completing two years of a Spanish degree at a NY university I took a break and I am still on that break. I want to go back and finish a history degree, but am not totally certain that it is something I want to do at the same college. My mom wants me to be an all american child and my dad just really wants me to leave home. Now as many of you may know, once you are out of college for a bit the loans start to kick in. >:o With that reality I am looking for a new job or even a part time job. I fear how that might affect my time with my boyfriend. Ultimately, I am not worried, I just don't like the idea of cutting down on time spent together cause I mean, I love him. You understand.
SO this is just the "getting started" post, stick around and learn some of the juicy details of my life. How I feel about some celebrities, politicians, what I think of new movies and some stories about my relationships. You'll like it but until then, I have to go do some dishes :(