Crushin Crushes the Chrusher.

Crush: to press between opposing bodies so as to break or injure, to break, pound, or grind (stone or ore, for example) into small fragments or powder, to put down; subdue, to overwhelm or oppress severely, to press upon, shove, or crowd, to crumple or rumple.

I had this thought today as I was thinking about my most recent crush.Why is such a harsh word used as a means of defining an infatuation with someone? Who on earth came up with the bright idea of calling someone you like a "crush"?
But then it hit me. It really is a fitting word. I mean, life sucks when I have a crush on someone. A bad hair day is even worse when you're crushing than on any other day when you don't care what people think. You get this overwhelming feeling of doubt; does he like me? When you don't see that person for forever, you feel even more doubt. It's awful. Especially because it's rare for anyone that the person you crush actually likes you back. It's depressing and just smashes the ego hardcore. Why must we crush?

And so today I came to the conclusion that crushing really crushes the crusher.

The art of kissing.

We watched the following clip in my Sociology class today.

Women do tend to use the first kiss as a judgment of whether or not the guy is worth their time. On the other hand, I think that there is another part that needs to be included in this video. Some women, like me, would rather a guy just spontaneously (or rather sponataneously from the girl's perspective) grab them and kiss 'em! This kiss doesn't always turn out well, but the fact that the guy had enough gumption to just do it, is incredibly attractive. I actually hate the doorstep scene. Even if I really like the guy, I would do everything in my power to avoid the silly moment of awkward staring when the guy obviously wants to kiss the girl, and she wants him to, but neither one knows what to do about it. Why exactly is it a rule for the guy to wait until the doorstep to give the girl a kiss? Why not kiss her while you're relaxed and having a good time? It would catch you both off guard, but if both parties want the kiss, then it won't be awkward afterward. Of course, if the girl didn't want the kiss, she has the right to slap you, but you know guys, you win some you lose some. Also, it's the girls fault for sending "I like you" vibes on the date. First kisses are hardly ever great, but women will let that slide if the guy makes the moment work. Most women would rather the spontaneous thing anyway. That's not to say guys can go taking advantage of girls, but a lot of the time it's pretty obvious if the girl likes you. If you can't tell, then don't kiss her until you know for sure; it'll save you from a slap on the cheek or a shove out the door.

In conclusion, guys, man up.

Toaster Monster

I have a roommate with a HelloKitty toaster and last year she had unbeknownst to us taken a bite out of a piece of bread. She then put the bread in the toaster and walked about of the kitchen. Out of no where, bread pops out of the toaster with a bite in it, and we are all extremely weary of it. From then on if something weird happened, we blamed it on the Toaster Monster.

I was thinking about this today when I made a pice of toast. I realized that toast with melted butter and jam is probably the best breakfast and snack ever made. It's sweet enough to cure my sweet tooth and it's also salty because of the butter and bread. I love it! I felt like I could have eaten a whole loaf of bread. . .
Then I counted the carbs in my head and changed my mind.

When dreaming ends.

Lately, I've been having the strangest dreams. People say that dreams are supposed to be interpretations of what is going on in your life, but so far I have yet to find a real connection. I wake up and I can still see the dream, but when I try to explain it, I can't remember anything, but scenes. My dreams are almost always like watching a movie of events I'm going through. I'm never seeing something happening through my own eyes; i'm like a person looking in.
Why exactly do we dream? Yes, it's our subconscious, but why do some people dream about real things and others in cartoon. Maybe that's a foreign concept, but I have had dreams of a giant rubber shark eating me. It's unrealistic yet somehow my mind has concocted this wild idea and shows me a preview of it while I sleep. I love to think that sleep is a way of escape, but I feel like sometimes my waking moments are entering into my sleep. Things like depressing thoughts and impossible feats are becoming more prominent in my dreams. What it means, I have no idea, but for some reason after these odd dreams, I always have a song stuck in my head. Sometimes it's Lady Gaga and sometimes it's Taylor Swift "rappin hardcore".

I'm not an eloquent writer, but I've been pondering this idea...Some day I hope to understand the reason behind dreams. To understand why some people have easily interpreted dreams while others have no idea what to make of them. What should we do when dreaming ends? Maybe we shouldn't think and analyze so much about them, but maybe we should. Maybe it's our link to some unforeseen event.

No matter how weird my dreams get, I hope my dreaming never ends.

Succombing to the inevitable.

I've always prided myself on not being a silly girl and looking up wedding dresses and rings before I'm even engaged, but today I failed. I was sucked into it when my roommates whipped out their laptops. Surprisingly, I found a dress that would be perfect for my distant marriage. I was actually excited that I have some idea as to what I will wear. Of course, I don't exactly have any prospects for a groom right now. But this didn't stop me. I then looked at engagement rings. I found the perfect ring! Haha what are the odds that the one day I give into the temptation, I find everything that I want? It's thrilling. Now I just hope I haven't jinxed myself; I'm only 19 and marriage just isn't in the picture right now. Here's to hoping that my ring and dress don't go out of style by the time I want to get married!

The beginning.

I've never been a fan of writing, but as I've heard stories of people keeping blogs and of memories people have I've realized I should keep some record of my life as a single adult. And so I did the unthinkable (for me); I created a blog. Why is it called a blog? Blog is such an ugly word for something that is supposed to tell about little events that happen to a person through out their life. However ugly the word, I will do my best to write often.