The Joy of Nutella

It has been a long time since I last went to Valley Fair, but I wanted some accessories for Dianna's party tomorrow. I thought I'd spice up the standard Asian costume she is so graciously letting me borrow with a little more to make me look like a well-known fictional fighter, but perhaps one that is less recognizable to those whose parents (like mine) did not allow them to own video games when they were younger. I found almost everything I was looking for, but as my friend and I were about to exit the mall, we saw a crepe stand, and the craving for crepes began to seep in. I managed to control my temptation in purchasing one, but my friend gave in for a crepe filled with ice cream and Nutella. Mind you, I love ice cream, and I love Nutella, but the fusion of the two was something beyond anything my tastebuds were anticipating.

And after consuming the remains of this delectable goodness, my endless love for Nutella has returned. While away at school, I would spend many afternoons on my chair with a box of wafers and a jar of Nutella. A jar would last me about a week, if even. At times, I would abandon my lunch for a few spoonfuls of Nutella. And no road trip was complete without a few jars in my car. (I intend on bringing some along with me to Disneyland.) And what could be better than Nutella as a dessert? Nutella drizzled atop a scoop or two of vanilla? Who needs chocolate syrup! Nutella spread across a fluffy pound cake? Scrumptious! Chocolate Nutella fondue? THAT would be heavenly! If only more occasions called for fondue, because I imagine fondue and Nutella would dance across my taste buds more lively than a sip of White Gummy Bear.

But why is Nutella NEVER on sale? Is this fair to the addicts such as myself who only carry a few dollars around and late at night are in dire need of a smooth hazelnut fix? I dream of a world where men will find peace, pain will disappear, and Nutella will be free and plentiful!

Actually, I Could Be The Mole

Why is playing evil so much fun?

No, I didn't do anything evil. At least, not that I'm aware of. I just really miss the theater. UCI didn't have much in the way of musical theater, so I have felt deprived to say the least. I'll be auditioning for another musical next month though and I'm hoping it all works out somehow. Meanwhile, I remember watching The Mole years ago when it first premiered, thinking that it was one awesome show. I still remember the last guy standing and his confrontation with the Mole, and she walked out of this smoky tunnel with this trenchcoat and these tall boots, and I thought to myself, "Wow, that is so hot." Now, I'm attempting to watch it again (I figured, why not, since my muse The Bachelorette just ended and this just happened to be on next) and it just isn't drawing me in the way it used to. It's probably because I haven't watched it from the beginning, but then again "reality" tv isn't as engaging as it used to be. Even The Bachelorette is a bit dull now with all the tactics they're using on the show to make it seemingly more exciting for viewers.

I haven't written a new script in a while. I think I have something new to work on though (in addition to my other unfinished projects). I wish the film writing classes didn't last for eight hours a day, otherwise I'd definitely enroll. One day, I'll have enough time to do nothing that I'll finally be able to take that class.

Disneyland is still in the works too. I have the weekend set, now all we need is the hotel and for gas prices to drop dramatically in the next several weeks. And maybe more of a gender balance since so far it looks like I'm the only girl going for sure. How about The Mole LIVE at Disneyland? Hmmm, maybe not. Back to the drawing (writing?) board.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Throughtout today, I have pondered dreams I've had. I'm not talking about goals and aspirations, but dreams that appear when I'm asleep. In the past week or so, this one dream keeps reoccuring more often than every other day. Sometimes I take these things as a sign to come in the near future, but for all I know it could just be my subconscious going out of its way to show me what will never happen no matter how much I want it to. What's a girl to believe?

Oh well. It's probably just an outcome of all the sugar I consumed last night. And the singing. And the brief period of time I was nerdified?



But now is not the time to look back at these ridiculous subconscious thoughts. I need to get ready to go. To go to Disneyland? No, not yet. Maybe next time.

Happy 22nd! (and a Half)

I'm still giving high consideration to my 22.5th birthday this year. June might be a little too soon to have it, but it's a maybe. If not, perhaps later into the summer, when less is happening. My main issue is location and cost. (Guests? One person could show up, and I'd be set. I'm fairly confident I'd have at least three people there though.) Although I have a job, root beer kegs are kind of pricey. And my house and backyard are lacking in room for guests, kegs, and a ping pong table. So I may need to negotiate with someone for space. I might also pull a "bring your own drinks" memo, or ask for donations. That could work? If not, well, there's always next year. There's something fun about planning the party before actually having one. Maybe I'll just go to Disneyland instead, and bribe a few people to go with me. I don't know though, I think this has potential.

And I am serious about the root beer kegs and the ping pong table.

Of Mice or Men?

You know who's hot? Basil from The Great Mouse Detective. He's clever, witty, an eloquent speaker. He's British, ergo he sports a lovely rich British accent. He knows chemicals and elements, algebraic formulas and theorems, AND he's a violinist, and quite the thespian! He's also tall and slender and has a nice smile. He likes dogs too, which is a plus. If he was human, I would totally get with him in a second. Or if I were a cartoon mouse.

I'm just saying, it's a pity there aren't more guys out there like him. I mean, sure, the current bachelor on ABC happens to be a British guy, and he is cute and tall and has a nice build, but what a womanizer. And it may be poor editing, but he doesn't appear to be a very good judge of character. Sorry Matt Grant, you have nothing on Basil of Baker Street.

And yes, I found Basil incredibly attractive in this scene:



For that matter, Jake from The Rescuers Down Under was pretty hot too. Adventurous, charming, and an Australian accent. Oh yes. And Justin from The Secret of Nimh wasn't so bad either. But they're rats, not mice. (I think. Is a kangaroo rat a rat? Cause sometimes words can play tricks on people. I mean, they say "koala bear" even though it's not a bear, so I don't know.)

Blue Fingertips

The last time I got this much overhead ink on my hands was when I was in... fourth grade? So how do I get this stuff off again?

But my kids are so helpful, it's great. I love my kids. I love my job.

What do kids watch nowadays? What CAN they watch? There were so many good shows back in my childhood days, and now there's so many horrible shows. Where are the happy, upbeat, positive role models that kids can look up to and learn good morals from?

Maybe I should start my own kids show. They made some awesome shows when I was a kid.

Beep Beep'm Beep Beep Yeah

Car horns sound so agressive. I know there are a lot of drivers who experience road rage, and no one really enjoys being cut off on the freeway or tailed or all other antics that bad drivers could pull on someone. What about the drivers who are just looking to get from one place to another, the ones don't care about seeking revenge towards their fellow drivers who wronged them so? I think someone should invent a car horn that can make more than one sound. (I would do it, but I don't know cars.) I mean, all of that extra steering wheel space should be put into good use! Airbag, shmairbag, let's put a few more buttons in and do a little more wiring and have a variety of car horn honks.

This is most common when I find myself waiting at a light behind a car that is just a little slow and hasn't picked up on the fact that the light has turned green. I don't want to honk my obnoxiously rude sounding horn at them. So, I propose another solution. Press the button on my steering wheel, and a kind voice will perk up, just loud enough for the car in front of me to hear. "Excuse me, the light is green and we should be on our way." The car in front of me will have heard my new and improved horn, and then proceed through the light without offense.

Cut off on the road? How about a "Pardon me, but you just cut me off, and I would appreciate it if you don't do that again" honk. If the driver in the car responds with a rude, unnecessary hand gesture, there can be another button for "That wasn't a very nice gesture, and you should please keep your hands inside the car to protect yourself and spare your passengers the embarassment of driving with a bad driver."

Not only should there be an option to honk at the car in front of you, but also behind you. Tailgaters are annoying, but they are also dangerous. So why not warn the car tailing you with the push of a button? "Please don't drive so close to me, or I will be forced to put on my brakes and sue you after you total my car."

What about those moments where you're driving with a bunch of your friends and you spot an incredibly good looking guy on the sidewalk? Why not spare your voice calling out to him to get his attention? Why not let the horn take care of it? A "Hey there, hot stuff" honk would be quite appropos. Or if it's a group of good looking guys, *AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOGA*.

Just to keep those with road rage satisfied, we could have the extraneous ultra-vulgar button. "GET THE *BEEP* OFF THE ROAD, YOU *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*-HEAD!" And yes, this button wouldn't actually contain any vulgar words, just beeps in place of them. I mean, we have to watch out for the children in the passenger seats in the surrounding cars.

And in the event a button is pushed by accident, there could be an apology button to the car that the honk was not implied to. "I'm sorry, I accidentally pressed the BEEP button on you, but I didn't mean to! Please go about your driving and ignore my extraneous honk."

If GPS can be installed into cars, I don't see why this multi-horn option couldn't work. In ten years, I bet it'll be the new thing. I am brilliant.