Putting an end to twitterpation... hopefully.

For those of you who know me well...ish, you know that I am very independent and DO NOT like being told what to do. I like making decisions for myself on everything. Unless I'm feeling apathetic, which is beside the point. The point is, I am very miffed when I have a crush on someone that I did not agree to have a crush on. It seems, though, that cupid doesn't care about my sanity and has sent many an unwanted and unrequited crush my way. I have decided to come up with the top five things that make me like a boy. This way I will be prepared to fall out of crush with every crush that comes my way in record time. So... here we go.

(This list uses the Melissa-Laura hotness scale. The rankings number from 1 to 10 and sometimes 11 if the person in question happens to look like George Clooney.)

1) Dress and appearance- A guy needs nice, COMBED hair and unstained clothes that actually fit him. Identical twins can differ by as much as 3 points on the hotness scale just by their clothes and hair.

2) Musical talent- Oh my heck-trabeck when a guy can sing or play an instrument well, he jumps at least 4 points on the hotness scale.

3) The nice factor- A guy who is nice is better than anything else really. Being nice can get a guy promoted 2 points on the scale.

4) Umm... Smell- This one is embarrassing to admit. The yummy boy smell is probably the best one out there. Yep, +2 on hotness. Not too much though. Too much smell on a boy will loose him about 4 points.

5) Looks- As you can tell, looks are by no means the most important factor in hotness, though it doesn't hurt.

So now that I know why I like guys, I will be able prevent the usual twitterpation. No more blind crushes for me. I will know exactly what makes me like a particular boy, which makes it easier to not become infatuated. Well, this has been a very productive blog. Thank you for your time.

Seven is heaven

Last week I tried out for Chamber and ever since then, every time I allow myself to think, I can't breath. I am SOOOOOOO nervous. On Monday I was dreading the break because it meant plently of free time to think and I really value breathing. Even worse, my family was headed to Midway for the vacation. I don't know about you, but when I die, I want it to be at my house, in my bed, when I am asleep. Not at a random condo in midway by asphyxiation. Tuesday rolled around and I discovered, or rather rediscovered the value of a good book when you need to get your thoughts off of something. Before my family left, I took a quick trip up to the library and stocked up on books. On the way up I read I Shouldn't Even be Doing This by Bob Newhart. We arrived, unpacked the car, and as soon as everything was settled, I settled down with The Raging Quiet by Sherryl Jordan. I finished that on Wednesday while the rest of my family was shopping for clothes at the Park City Outlet stores. As soon as I was done, I ran over to the Borders outlet and bought five books for the price of four, spending just under half of my Easter bunny money. My proud perchases were Pretties by Scott Westerfield, Specials by Scott Westerfield, Flyte by Angie Sage, Fairest by Gail Carson Levine, and A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray. I got back in the car and began reading Fairest. Finished that and began reading Specials. I finished Specials on Thursday and started on A Great and Terrible Beauty. I was done by 7:00 pm and I began reading Flyte, but I couldn't concentrate on it because A Great and Terrible Beauty ended really badly and I didn't have the sequel... yet. On Friday before we left for home, we went back to the outlet malls to return some stuff. I returned to Borders and bought Rebel Angels by Libba Bray, the sequel to A Great and Terrible Beauty. I spent the rest of Friday reading that, even when at the zoo. What can I say? It is a really good book. I finished it LATE at night, which was a little spooky. Anyway, on Saterday I woke up, did my jobs, and read The Light of the Oracle by Victoria Hanley. From all of this I have concluded three things. 1- I LOVE READING!!!! (maybe a little too much) 2- Books really help keep you from dwelling on things that you don't want to dwell on. 3- I need to get a life.
So for those who didn't count all the books I read and want to know the grand total, 7.

Easter Bunny

The Easter Bunny must live an easy life. Kids worship you, and all you have to do is fill some plastic eggs with candy and hide them. That's the real Easter bunny. What about the knock-offs who sit in malls getting pictures taken with little sobbing children? Is their life easy? Well I can speak from experience that life as a mall bunny is no walk in the park. First of all, the bunny costume smells HORRIBLE! Many different body odors mixed together into one plastic head, and furry body make for a odorous experience. Second of all there is no air to breath as the only ventilation is a small mesh opening in the mouth. Third of all is the fact that the only place to breath through is also the only place to see through so you have to pick between breathing and watching where you are going. Fourth is that all the teenage looser girls think that you are a boy bunny and want to get their picture taken on your lap. Fifth is all the punky looser boys think that you are a girl bunny, and though they are right, getting pictures with a boy on your lap is just as bad as a girl. Sixth of all is that half of the little children that come through to see you are deathly scared of you, and you have to physically force them to stay on your lap for as long as it takes to get a decent picture. I could go on for ever on how hard a bunny's life is, but I won't bore you with that.
Anyway, the point is what persuaded me to get into the bunny suit in the first place. Why did I put myself through Easter Bunny hell? Actually that is a very good question. One that has an answer that isn't even clear to me. I think the main reason is that I need money to finish paying for the AWESOME trip I took to New York last week. I get payed 10 dollars an hour to be a bunny so it is sort of worth it. Another reason is that I like that no one knows who I am. I can be as crazy as I want to be, and I won't get judged for it. People will think that the South Towne Mall in Sandy has an insane bunny, not that I am insane. Those are the only two reasons I can think of. Maybe I should rethink this whole bunny job thing...