So, it's the second day of our little happiness challenge! How are you all holding up?
Surprisingly, I have not missed Facebook a bit. "Sweets" on the other hand, have been more of a challenge, mainly because I had a hard time figuring out what is truly defined as a "sweet." I kept pulling things out from the fridge and asking my mom, "Does orange juice count? What about yogurt? Can I eat granola bars?" I finally decided that I'm not trying to cut ALL sugar from my diet, just desserts. So, if I look at the item and decide "Yes I would eat that for dessert," then I don't eat it. Everything else is just fine to eat.
On another note, looky here!
It's a wolf shirt. And not just any wolf shirt. It's my wolf shirt.
When I wanted to buy it, my mom and I had a bit of a disagreement.
Me: "Hey mom, do you mind if I use your credit card on Amazon to buy something?"
Mom: "What is it?"
Me: "An awesome wolf shirt."
Mom: *looks* You have got to be kidding me.
Me: What! No, I'm serious! Look, read the reviews.
Real customer reviews by real customers:
"It is almost blasphemic to use mortal words to describe this garment. A product that carries within it the power of not one, but three times the wolf intensity. I purchased this shirt (legally must be called so, although it more closely resembles armor) after months of debating how to survive taking tank rounds to the chest. Once equipped with this modern day chain-mail, I slammed a Rockstar and was well on my way to becoming more creature than man. I bolted out the door leaving a trail of fire and wolf fibers behind me as I was ready to take on any challenge the world threw my way."
"Since adorning this garment a fateful two days ago my life has undergone a remarkable metamorphosis. I have grown by three foot, attained a heightened sense of smell, sprouted a silvery mane, accurately charted the position stars, navigated long distances underwater, experienced emotions far greater than what I had wrongly assumed to be happiness, learnt to read, eaten a cat, and successfully eluded its owner. Basically I cannot recommend this thing enough."
(I'm not kidding. These are real reviews. Like, no joke. Go look for yourself)
Mom: You realize that they are being sarcastic... because that shirt is awful, right?
Mom: I am not letting you buy that on my account.
Mom: Go ask your dad for his credit card.
Then I went and showed my dad and he seemed much more enthusiastic, although his only concern was, "what's on the back?"
Mooore wolves, father. Many more wolves.
ANYWAY, I'm procrastinating (or rather, warming up) for an essay that I have to write about Irish history. It's been a while since I've written an essay like this so I thought I'd get my creative juices flowing by writing on my blog. Unfortunately, I don't think wolves will be a very good choice of topic...
Wish me luck!