26 Things to Accomplish my 26th Year of Life

1. Be more comfortable in my own skin.
2. Travel often, even if the destination is only an hour away.
3. Find and read a new novel that I find enjoyable from start to finish, every month.
4. Start drawing whatever is on my mind.
5. Find a place outside of the apartment where I can enjoy an hour of being alone without any negative connotations.
6. Be willing to smile more often naturally.
7. Be more accepting of the color pink.
8. Cook more often and become a more competent cook.
9. Dress up often especially if there is no reason.
10. Be more expressive but not ridiculous.
11. Go on more adventures with friends.
12. Do something steampunk!
13. Attempt to learn and memorize more than 10 foreign phrases.
14. Plan out a great and plausible trip out of the country.
15. Go crazy with coffee but refuse to be a snob!
16. Find a Hobbes and become his Calvin (treat him like he's my real life attack tiger)
17. Watch (and dance too) more Bollywoods! Preferably with Nicki and Seema!
18. Find Narnia, Neverland, Hogwarts, Wonderland, or Ferngully!
19. Write ALL the blogs!
20. Play as much Zelda and Silent Hill as possible without distracting myself from real life...
21. Take more photos that have significance to me.
22. Make Lisbeth Salander proud.
23. Make some fun short films.
24. Create Silent Hill, Racoon City, and Haunted Mansion escape plans in detail.
25. Earn the Triforce in real life! 
26. Learn as many random facts to quote as possible!

Finished reading Stieg Larsson's trilogy

I will expand on how in love with it I am later.

My Cat Nigel: Poltergeist Detector

And this is why I moved out...

A soda by any other name...

Hello all you blog ninjas! Oh how I've missed your silent and stealth-like presence. You may have noticed it's been a while and are waiting for my written apology and excuse...NEVER! Bwahahahahaha! Anyway, I am going to relate to you a daring tale of mysticism and intrigue. And it all revolves around a single soda and me losing my mind. I see I have your attention. Let me begin.

The other night I visited my wonderful parents for an elegant evening of television and pizza. It was rather late for caffeine, and since I had been having alot of those types of mornings (you know what I mean) I decided to opt for a refreshing caffeine free Cherry 7Up that was all the way in the back of the fridge. I sat down with my pizza and effervescent soda and joined my parents in watching Castle. It had been so long since I had enjoyed a Cherry 7Up, how can I best describe the near nirvana I encountered? The feeling of the cool clear liquid bubbling through my lips. The taste of crisp citrus flavor with that lovely hint of cherry following close behind. I slowly sipped to savor it and yet I had gone through half the can so quickly. Then, it happened.

I suddenly felt parched after laughing at something witty Nathan Fillion had said or done and went to grab my enticing Cherry 7Up. As I looked up at the can I was about to grab I took back my hand as if I'd been burned. That wasn't my Cherry 7Up.  That was a plain red Coca Cola can. It had to be someone else's but who? The adjustable table in front of my chair was too far away from my parents for them to have set their drinks on it. Maybe it was one that had been left there from before and I hadn't noticed it. I touched it and it was still cold from the fridge. I picked it up and it was at about the same level of fullness my delightful Cherry 7Up had been. That's when my eyes widened then narrowed. A conspiracy!

Someone had obviously known that I had not wanted to drink Coke and switched them out under my very nose to drive me mad. It had to have been an invisible ninja. That was the only thing that made sense. I jumped up, to my parent's surprise, and rushed to the refrigerator. There, exactly where I had seen it, was the Cherry 7Up I had longed for. I apparently grabbed the coke right by it only registering the red can. My brain convinced me I was drinking the refreshing transparent liquid when in fact I had been drinking the caffeine riddled dark liquid of Coca-Cola. My brain and tastebuds were obviously in denial. Nevertheless, this is proof that my mind is slowly going mad. Perhaps it's a side effect of a previous malady... What a cruel irony. Why couldn't it at least have been a Pepsi?

When you feel the need...

write it down or you WILL forget it.

You know you're exhausted when

you decide to listen to Led Zelda while you play Legend of Zeppelin...

Where was I? Oh yes...

Have you ever been so absorbed in your thoughts that as you walk into a room or area, you suddenly realize it was not at all where your intended destination was? Examples:

• Walk into the bathroom at the end of the hall, realize you intended to turn some time ago and go into the kitchen to grab a snack... What do you do?
• No one else is home. Excellent. Mumble your excuses audibly to yourself, turn around and hope you remember your intended destination.
• People are home and they watched you walk into bathroom. Awkward. Turn on the light. Close the door. Sit on toilet lid (or go through the motions for authenticity) and wait a minute or two. Now, this is very important. If the bathroom has a fan. Turn it on. They could be listening. Or I suppose you can turn the faucet on and make them think you are a nervous pee-er. When the minute or two has passed flush the toilet and then turn on the faucet and wash your hands. You don't want them thinking you never wash your hands when you use the bathroom. Also, they might inspect your hands for cleanliness later. It's unlikely but we're trying to save ourselves from embarrassment here! Then open the door, turn out the light and leave without pausing and looking any of them in the eye. Look confident and hope you don't really need to pee in 5 minutes and that you remember your intended destination and don't end up in yet another available bathroom.
• Someone is in the bathroom you just walked into. Oops. Yell something brief and unintelligible and storm out, slamming the door shut behind you. Either they will think you are angry, which hopefully you have good reason to be, and will feel embarrassed about them self and not you, or perhaps they will think it a hilarious joke, which if they seem to be taking it that way, add "Gotcha!" with a smile and get out! Hope anyone else who might be present will think you entitled or hilarious rather than a pervert. This way you gain some real confidence out of an otherwise embarrassing situation. Regardless, don't blow it by forgetting to get to your intended destination. If you do. Forget it. Abort mission. In fact, leave the premises altogether.