Candy mountain

I told my sister jokingly (sort of ) to buy me a bag of white chocolate Hershey Kisses, and I think she did.

I have found that there's nothing better than mint chocolate and white Oreos and tortilla chips with salsa for a snack. Separately.

I've managed to eliminate some colleges from the FATTY STACK OF BROCHURES.

I ordered pizza sticks at QFC today after a very long time, and I was reminded of the time when a kindly gentleman paid for a pizza stick because he thought my friend and I were poor homeless children or something and we could only afford one. In reality, my friend had already eaten lunch. I think he walked off feeling like a good Samaritan. Two words: Charity. FAIL.

I've been having so much junk food this break, but also there has been an epic realization that it doesn't matter if I get fat because the worst that will happen is my parents will say "You should exercise" and some people will secretly be disgusted by me. And life will go on.

I have also had a realization that I should not expect a teen romance-novel guy unless I am willing to act like a teen romance novel girl. I refuse to cry myself actual rivers, so I guess having a boyfriend is out the window. Freedom!

I took a broom to the bushes this morning, knocking snow off them so they'd not be so bent over. It was really fun, and I got snow everywhere, and I suspect that given enough time, this particular task will appear in the training sequence of a B-grade martial arts movie. Karate Kid 4, here I come.