Not a Mac

I ate an apple this morning. This is very rare for me. I like fruit, but not by itself. More like in the form of a smoothie or in a salad or something. But the apples looked so nice and shiny and red at the grocery store, so I bought a couple...(yes, just two) and ate one on the way to school. I enjoyed it, but it made me feel weird....keep reading.

When I was little and would get a "loose tooth," I would become dead set on getting it out. This would include me wiggling it for hours, and yes, you guessed it...eating apples. Lots of apples. So while taking huge bites out of this nice, shiny, red apple, I couldn't help but become a little worried that my teeth would fall out while crunching. This weirded me out big time. I had to stop eating. I threw the rest out the window because it just so happens that apple cores are biodegradable. Right?

The apple also made my lips swell and my earlobes itch...which is the same thing that happens when I eat cantaloupe, walnuts, and guacamole.

Wayward

I had an ex-boyfriend who travelled ALL the time. When he was gone I would go through phases where all I would eat for dinner was grilled chicken. I would come up with new ways to season it, new things to dip it in, etc. I feel I should go back to that diet because I lost like, 10 pounds. But I hate poultry, it disgusts me, and I hate cooking it even more. I get so nervous because I can never tell if it's done or not. Salmonella waiting to happen.

I'm either pregnant, or obsessed. Because I crave Jamba Juice everyday.

My choreography is a song thief...any song I choreograph something to turns into "Kaelyn's dance" or "Jordyn's solo..." I discovered this as I heard two of those songs IN A ROW this morning and all I could think of were the girl's numbers. This is both good and bad. I'm dedicated, what can I say.

No words to describe the New Moon trailer. I hate being a stereotypical girl who is in love with RPatz, but that's who I've turned into. What can I say, I dig British guys with good hair.