Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Unsatisfied

How is it that things you used to find very satisfying grating and annoying. Why can't we like things for as long as we want. I never wanted to stop liking strawberry-kiwi snapple, it just happened. What used to be a flavor filled with memories of pizza and friends and general satisfaction
At the moment its sour and being completely rejected by my taste buds.

By making it one of my favorite flavors had I doomed it to this fate? An over use to the point where there is nothing left in it that I can enjoy?

Kiki-strawberry Snapple is the one example that is assaulting my conciseness at the moment, but I feel as though this is what happens to many of the things I have put in my little cabinet of my favorite things that i love. I can only tolerate so much of one thing. As my quick progression of interests shows.

Also i have an R2D2 staring at me, and he's surprisingly close. You wouldn't expect it, but he's pretty tall.

Washing hands

I've always wondered, is it better to wash you hands in cold or warm water?

Definitely not luke-warm because that is the best way for germs to incubate.
I've been taught that they can't survive in the cold
but you use hot water to sterilize things. How hot do you need your water to be to start sterilizing things?

Also, which is more important, tooth brush or tooth paste?

My dad is the best

"I'm mowing my face!"
"Cat, I swear if you poop one more time i'm going to duct-tape your butt"

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Start Posting


That person is not me. That is my dad holding a chicken.

I really want to go to bed. I'm so tired. This is my 3rd attempt at making a blog, and I still don't know how to make an introduction. Things I like:

- Hannibal 
- Supernatural 
- Books 
- Math 
- Organization 
- Maisie 
- Bagels 
- Books
- Star Trek 
- Cold Weather
- Sofia
- Old book smell 
- Gettin' up early 
- Photo Shop 
- Loosing my phone (sarcasm, this happens a lot) 
- Thrift Shoppin' 
- Sophie
- Books 
- Books 
- Books

Did I do the Blogpost right? Maisie help.