High school reunion a la Fall Festival (:

hello reader. This is heather, the evil twin. >_< I have nothing to say, I just wanted to glare. And now I have. *glare*

Jk, hahaha....(:

   This weekend I decided to visit some old friends at their church's fall festival. We all went to high school together, and I haven't seen them in a few years now so it was sort of a reunion. I'm not going to lie, I was extremely nervous! You never want to be that person at a reunion that hasn't done anything with their life, lol. Which, honestly, is pretty much where I'm at. (no kids, hubby, or even a B.A. to show for my several years out of high school!) Nonetheless, it was great seeing where everyone else is heading in life! (: babies to be born, some with kids already a few years old (freaking ADORABLE), weddings being planned, new businesses starting up, college degrees moving along....everyone is so grown up! I still remember everyone as they were in high school. The khaki skirts/pants, the time someone popped a stink bomb and we had to evacuate the class, the time the guys were so exasperated by my lack of baseball skills that they spent a lunch period training me to catch...(it sounds sweet but it was vicious and cutthroat training, hahaha....)

(: actually, I think reminiscing was the best part of seeing everyone again. (Ah yes...the four-square battles....LEGENDARY!!!)

I took a friend of mine with me to this festival, and despite the frequent interruptions ("omg!!! I remember you!!!! How are you??!!! *hugs!*)  we had a lot of fun! For future reference, games with bean bags are the easiest to win, lol. We went away with goldfish (mine died this morning. :C I hadn't even named them yet.), candy, wristbands, painted faces (batman!!!), a tiny stuffed bunny, a jumprope for me, and a sheriff badge for him. Overall, a saturday night well spent!

Dieting: The backslide

"Infinite shame! INFINITE!!!!!!"

That's what I'm thinking as I join my incredibly thin coworkers in eating cupcakes. Oh, and my mountain dew is smiling smugly at me. Or rather it would be if it had facial features. (in my head it does. *glare*)

All of this wouldn't be a big deal if I was just content with my body, but I'm not. Sometimes I am, I forget that I can't shop at just any store, that I can't just eat whatever I want and not gain weight, or that I can't get on rides at the fair because the seats are made for ppl with less booty.....but other days bathroom mirrors have me saying "darn you! why didn't I do the squats!" (cuz by the way I didn't make it past day 4.)  Pictures are out of the question, cuz that evil beast adds ten pounds to every body part. (i have enough pounds, thank you.) And my skin is shriveling in this dry cold-ish weather from my lack of water intake soo....you'd think carbs would cause me panic instead of temptation......
*stares pointedly at mountain dew and cupcake wrappers*

I am terrified, ironically, of regaining all the weight I lost. It was substantial, to me, and I'm about halfway back. :'(  So, since I can't in good faith trust myself to get back on track, I am instead tattling on myself to this blog. accountability and planning seem to be the keys to my success, and I finally gladly admit that fact after years of crash dieting.  so back I go, because I need to. Back, because I want to.

8 reasons to keep my glasses. The anti-lasik.

As many of you know, my mom works for a lasik surgery center and devotes her life to explaining the pros and cons of lasik. Recently, my sister got lasik and she's thrilled with her "better than 20/20!!" superhuman vision. I however, have opted to remain a four-eyes.
I used to Hate glasses, but now I just don't think my life would be as funny without them, believe it or not! Here are the reasons why:

1. I will probably never break the now 2nd nature habit of pushing my glasses up my nose. (when you're not wearing glasses that movement looks stupid. -_- trust me. I've done it.)

2. they're like rear view mirrors! Ppl don't know this but some reflective metal frames can be perfect for seeing whats going on behind you!! (in the right light, so can the lens!)

3. You can never be wrong about whether the water is hot in the shower or the kitchen, the lens fog will be your guide!

4. FIDGETING. you can never clean the lens nor bend and unbend the arms enough. *bends. Unbends. Bends...unbends.*

5. Need a moment? Screw the snickers! Whip off those bad boys and polish them with your fancy lens napkin for dramatic effect.

6. We glasses-wearers have our own unique body language. we fight through our glasses, we flirt through our glasses, and procrastinate with them too!

7 conversations like "i wonder what you look like without glasses?" would Never happen! it's glorious to tear off your glasses and astound with your cuteness.

8. And finally, I'm pretty sure it's too late to avoid having "glasses face", I'm pretty sure its set in already so why fight it?
(you know what I mean by that! Where your face now looks weird without glasses for no obvious reason?)

So yea, maybe I do break my glasses every 3-4 months, drop them almost daily, and gotten terrifyingly separated from my family at costco when I'm not wearing them (i was like 15, they went out of earshot, I couldn't see more than 4 feet in any direction, we were out of state, I nearly hyperventilated..... It was hilarious.) but stories like that wouldn't be possible without them!!!

*cough cough* BURN! : schooling the master.

Recently, I cleaned up my room and have enough floor space to bring in my storage chest from my brother's room. (it was there for temporary storage lol.) This story is best told as a story. SOOO.....
actor 1: wendy, the awesome and fantastic.
actor 2: michael, the OfficialHGM.
Actor 3: jackie, the fashionable.

The year is 2013, wendy-land suffered a miserable period of darkness. the inhabitants of the land suffered under the reign of the mess monster and the psycho kitty sidekick, but finally a hero arose in their midst....
Therefore, Wendy, having cleaned her abysmal room...devises a crafty plan to get little bro michael to carry a heavy storage chest to her room. It involved mass deception and genius. This was the beginning of the demise.....
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(wendy takes mental master plan downstairs to bother little brother)

.......

*impersonates Lumberg from office space*

"Michaeelll, whats going on. So, if you could just move that chest back into my room....that would be greeeaaat..."

Jackie butts in: you can't take that from him! He has stuff in it!

Wendy (ghetto accent): well he best take it out coz it's mine!

"but he has all his hopes and dreams in there!" cries she.

Michael: yea!

Wendy (*laughing* ): "well I'll go ahead and sort them for you. I'll save you the 1 or 2 that are worthwhile and toss the rest in the litter box."

(all laugh. Many congratulatory remarks on my awesomeness.)

Suddenly, michael rushes upstairs, and drags the chest out of his room.
wendy follows, thinking 'aww...he's so sweet moving it right now.'

Sure enough! there's michael, carrying the chest across the hall.

"oh, hey," he mentions casually, "you have stuff in here." He sets it down by the bedroom door, face poker straight.

uhhh...wendy doesn't remember putting anything in there...but then she doesn't tend to remember anything for more than five minutes. *shrug*

"really? What?" *Looks over michael's shoulder*

Michael: "yea," *opens chest slowly* "there was no room for my hopes and dreams.....BECAUSE IT'S FULL OF YOUR ACCOMPLISHMENTS!!!!"