Diagonal Cutting and Bendy Straws. Are These Signs of Food OCD?

Recently, like 10 minutes ago, I think I've come to realize some of my ridiculous habits. Some would say they aren't just cute little habits, but actual factual unhealthy obsessive tendencies. Okay I don't really know how actual factual they are, but they seem pretty legit to me. And they aren't even practical things like how to wash dishes,or how I fold my laundry, because I hate folding my laundry, and I will put off folding my laundry, most of the times until I wear said article of clothing. They are things like how I like to cut my sandwiches and how I like to drink my drinks.

I mean really, how practical is it that I physically can not bring my self to cut my sandwich down the center. I mean quite literally today I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and I thought to myself, hey try something new and cut your sandwich down the center. Come on, you can do it. Maybe the sandwich will taste better this way, or maybe it won't even matter. And right as I was about to cut it down the center I physically couldn't bring my self to cut the damn sandwich and ended up just cutting my grill cheese diagonally. How much of a freak am I where I can only cut my sandwich diagonally? Don't answer that. It's almost to the point where if someone gave me a sandwich that was cut down the center I am less inclined to eat it.

Also today I realized that I enjoy drinks much more if I'm drinking it with a straw. Now don't get me wrong I am an absolute drink monster. What ever drink you put in front of me, be it water, juice, coffee, milk, whatevers, I drink it all up and then some. No matter how thirsty I am, or how not thirsty I am, I constantly drink from my glass or cup. and then if I run out of drink I'll start eatting the ice. However, if you put a straw in that drink, I am on it like a barnacle to a humpback whale. My drink is drunk at least ten times faster than normal, and that's pretry quick. I mean drinks taste so much better when you drink with a straw. There is just something about a straw where it instantly makes my drink more enjoyable.

And don't even get me started about bendy straws. I mean the bendy straws make drinking beverages even MORE fun, if that's even a thing. I suck up my drink like a crazy drinking vacuum, and there is no possible way anyone could refill my drink fast enough when I'm drinking with a bendy straw.

Now that I think about it, there are very specific ways I like to eat my food too. Not just the cutting of my sandwiches, but like in what order I eat things. For example if I have a plate of chicken salad, I will cut up most of my chicken into bit sized pieces before I even start eatting. Or if I have a waffle or pancake, I'll cut it into fourths then cut up one section of the waffle or pancake into bit sized pieces and then start to consume my food. Also, it is almost impossible for me to have a vanilla milkshake with out a side order of french fries. I mean there is a very specific way I like to eat my food and there is no possible way I can eat my food any other way.

In my 10 minute realization I think that I've come to realize I can be absolutely ridiculous, and perhaps somewhat psychotic when it comes to random shit like this. I mean I know everyone has their qurks, but honestly, how freaky am I? You know what don't answer that one either, I think I know how much of a freak I am already. and I know some of you are thinking come on these are clear signs of OCD, but like I said earlier, I don't even folding laundry sometimes so clearly I do not have OCD.

Maybe I have some kind of weird type of food OCD.

*sigh* story of my life.

Taking it to the Extreme! *HELLS TO THE YEAH*

I'm not sure if any of you have seen this on tv but I'm obsessed with this new show on TLC called "Extreme Couponing". I mean the title basically says it all... People take couponing to an EXTREME! *background explodes, the couponers defend their stock piles by crossing their arms across their chest, and looking like they mean business. TLC has taken advantage of these poor people once again as the masses of America eat up yet another cheap reality show* These people save up to 98% on their groceries just because they clip out like a billion coupons! I mean to these people it's like some sort of sick game where they buy loads of stuff and then they pay little to nothing for it all. And most of the times they don't even need some of the things they buy. I saw this one lady buy a bunch of antacid just because she was getting each bottle for like 49 cents. She said she didn't even need it, she just couldn't pass up on a good deal.

These people are obviously freaking crazy. They are so obsessed with clipping the coupons and going on the Internet to check out shopping deals. They wrangle their kids into clipping out hundreds coupons, like little sweat shop children, and then they have complex coupon organizing folders based on expiration date and product. They spend hours planning out their game plan and even plan how they are going to check out at the register. These people live and breath couponing. And I'm not gonna lie... I'm kinda jealous. I'm jealous because these people are saving so much god damn money! Do you know how much money a poor college student has? Like close to zero. Do you know how much these people pay for their groceries? Like close to zero. So it would make perfect sense for me, a poor college student, to take this up as my new obsession.

Not only do I need to take this up as my new obsession because of the obvious money saving reasons, but I need to take it up for the sheer fact that these people can't beat me on the fact that they are more obsessed with something. I mean I'm the queen of obsessive tendencies, how can these people be more "extreme" than me? I mean just look at me, I'm obsessing over obsessiveness! Seriously, these bitches think they can be more extreme than me... Not if I can help it.

So I took it upon my self to look up on how to "extreme" coupon. And you know what there really is a crap load of information on the web dedicated to couponing. It really isn't too difficult if you want to put the actual time into it. But do I really want to put my time into this, now knowing that I'm totally capable of executing the "extreme" couponing? No... But at the same time do I want to save money and show those bitches that I too can save me some money? HELL YEAH I DO!

I think there's another new theme coming into play on this blog... The duality of my "extreme" obsessiveness versus my "extreme" laziness. I think this might possibly be signs of a crazy person... True colors people, true colors.

"It Was Like an Orgasm in My Mouth!"

I'm going through a Mexican phase. I'm constantly craving the goodness that is Mexican. From twelve in the morning or even six at night, I'll be wanting some good Mexican. And before I get ahead of myself, I mean Mexican FOOD. You dirty minded people... Anyways... Yes, I've been on a Mexican food binge, and I can't get over my craving for Spanish rice and beans!

It's gotten to the point where I'll just suddenly get the strongest cravings out of nowhere. I'll be doing laundry, doing the dishes, driving in my car and I'll suddenly be craving Mexican rice and beans. And it's not just every once in a while either, it's like every other day. I don't even know why I crave it so often, but I do. And the strangest thing is until recently I haven't really been the biggest Mexican food fan.

When I was little my parents never took me to eat Mexican food, so I never really grew up knowing what Mexican food was all about. The closest thing I got to Mexican food were bean burittos and nachos at school. In high school my friend took me out to a Mexican resturaunt and I had no idea what to order. The only thing I knew on the menu were the nachos... And lord only knew what the hell Spanish rice was. To say the least my first taste of authentic Mexican food was played safe with an order of nachos.

A couple years later I tried the same restaurant again this time determined to try something different. I got a chicken chimichanga with a red sauce that was so delicious! On the side there was a salad, beans and some Spanish rice. little to say the least I had no f-ing clue what the hell Spanish rice was. Being Asian I frowned upon anything that was not plain white sticky rice. so I stuck to eating the beans, which were delicious and covered in melted cheese.

However by the end of the meal some of the beans had stuck to the rice... What was I to do? The beans were so good I didn't want to waste any of it. But how was I suppose to eat this rice that was not plain. In the end my obsession with food out weighed my silly stuck up ways about rice and I ate the beans that were stuck to the rice. And what do you know... It tasted beyond delicious. It was literally a food orgasm in my mouth. I quickly ate the rest of the rice, no longer oblivious to the goodness that was Spanish rice.

When I entered college I ended up eating a lot of Taco Bell, which I know isn't authentic Mexican food, but it would put me in the mood for good Mexican food. I would always think, gosh I can't wait to eat some real Mexican food. I'd wait and wait to go to my favorite restaurant and I just never ended up going. So of course I find out it closed down the second a strong Mexican food craving comes crashing down around me.

Ever since then I would have a craving for some Mexican food, but it really was for the Spanish rice and beans. I mean who can resist the fluffy rice, the toasted flavor that the rice had, the spices of the peppers and the tang of the tomatoes. Also when put together with the beans it creates one of the most spectacular combinations in the world. It's like in that moment nothing could go wrong, food wise, and I can't help but do a little happy dance as I work through a plate of good rice and beans.

But having my mexican restaurant closed it was like WTF! It was like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, where there was literally no Mexican food. Which come to think about it, Hawaii is exactly like that. But I suppose I'm being a tad dramatic. But I mean come on! Where else was I suppose to go for my Mexican food? Thank god for the Internet because lord only knows where all the other Mexican restaurants are hiding. They are never in a good spot for me to aquire food. I mean they always seem to be in the most incovinient locations ever. Like behind gas stations, or on the side of a random stretch of road with the shittiest little parking lot ever.

But I got to thinking, I love cooking, makes sense right since I love to eat, I decided hey I should try to make my own Spanish rice. And you know what, I totally did. Not only did I make my own Spanish rice, I made my own chicken to make chicken enchiladas, and chicken burritos. and guess what it tasted so good. It hit all the right taste buds for that orgasm in my mouth... That's right I went there... again. It was so amazingly good I had to share it with everyone.

I shared with my brother, with my parents, with my aunty, and then I took the rest of it to a friend's house where it was promptly devoured. The best thing was all of the food tasted even better the next day. The chicken had soaked in more of the sauce, the rice was more fluffy and the over all food-gasm was way better than the last. And now that it's all gone I have make more... But knowing me I'll probably just sit here whining about how much I want some Mexican food.

Back to square one.

Couch Potato FTW.

I am a self diagnosed couch potato. I admit I'm pretty much addicted to TV. I'm not proud of it, but they always say the first step is admittance. It didn't happen suddenly. Like most addictions, it started off as a gradual thing.

When I was little my mother was very restrictive on the amount of TV I got to watch. I was never able to watch TV on Sundays or during school vacations. I'd always have something to do, and that something usually was going to my brother's soccer games on the weekend. And whenever I did get to watch TV my dad always had control over the remote, so I never got to choose what I wanted to watch. When I got older and I could eventually stay at home by myself what else would I do but turn on the TV.

It would be a few hours here, a few hours there, but in the begining I never would spend the whole time watching for the simple fear of my mother coming home seeing my just sitting on the couch having done nothing the whole time she was gone. Because an angry Asian mother is never a pretty sight. If she were to ever catch me spending the whole day in front of the television I think she would probably ban me from watching TV for a whole month... Wait, she has done that before.

So my secret TV watching went on for a while. I was like a crack addict hiding away in my closet. Taking a hit whenever I could. The second I could hear my parents start their car, the TV would be on and I'd be channel surfing the hours away. And the chores my parents gave me to do while they were away, were haphazardly done 30 minutes before they were due home. But the TV watching eventually caught up with me. My parents walked in on me doing some chores with the TV still on, but surprisingly they didn't really seam to care. So that lead to my parents seeing me on the couch just watching TV, and they didn't seem to mind that either as long as all of my chores were done.

Eventually all this TV watching lead to watching TV when my parents were home, to staying up to watch the next TV show, to having TV shows that I NEEDED to watch, to being full blown addicted and glued to the screen. It wasn't helped recently when my own father decided to upgrade our regular channels to the digital channels that has like 100 more channels to watch.

So if i didn't have enough of an addiction, my parents just added to the fact that I can now spend more time watching reality shows, cooking shows, comedy shows, medical shows and all the trashy television I love watching. Really, there is almost too much to keep up with some times.

But it's not like I even want to be cured of this "disease". I mean know I waste a lot of time watching TV, but I enjoy it. I mean have you seen the shit they put on nowadays? It is freakin' awesome. And being a person who likes to be up to date on pop culture, I feel like this TV watching does wounders for my pop culture knowledge. And until TV actually hinders my life I doubt I'll be quitting any time soon.

Spoken like a true addict. Peace.

How to Survive Boredom 101

Sudokus and crosswords are the perfect things to do while bored. I've decided that almost any boring situation in which you can bring out a pen and paper, and not look like a douche, you are allowed to bust out that sudoku or crossword and boredom shall be no more. For example, when I go to a big lecture class I'll often, okay ALWAYS, bring out the school paper and attempt the crossword and do the sudoku.

Notice the verb-age on that last sentence because I can never finish/do a crossword by my lonesome. I mean I'm not some Ken Jennings who keeps random facts lodged in my brain just so I can complete the crosswords. However, if you are fortunate enough to have a friend who is along side you also wallowing in shared boredom, bring them along on the crossword train and then it suddenly becomes a win win situation. You get help on your crossword and your friend is also not bored.

However, help me out with my sudoku and I'll freakin' shank you. If one thing bugs me while doing any type of puzzle it's when people look over my freaking shoulder and try to help me out with my sudoku. Gah that bugs me so much. So side note, if you ever see me working on a sudoku and unless I specifically ask for help on it... DO NOT, OR SO HELP ME GOD, TRY TO ASSIST ME!

Anyways, these little puzzles are perfect distractions to really boring situations because you don't ever want to be that person who falls asleep right in the middle of something. Also if there was something super important going on then you'd still be able to pick up on it. And the sudoku is great for maybe one class, but say you have more than one lecture in the same day, the crossword is never finished so transferring that to the next class is really not that difficult. And the best part about taking the crossword to the next class, another friend/brain to pick for the random ass trivia.

Granted there are rules to follow while doing these puzzles in class or other situations.

Rule one: don't ever let the professor/ person giving the lecture/boring whatever see you actually doing these puzzles. My solution to this is don't sit in the front or always have another pad of paper somewhat over the puzzle so it at least looks like you are taking notes. This is just curtious to the other person, it makes it look like you care enough to actually take notes.

Rule two: make sure to look up occasionally from your puzzle to continue the ruse that you are actually listening. If you are going to go through all the trouble of putting another paper over your puzzle you might as well follow through with the charade of listening. I mean it becomes very highly suspicious if someone doesn't look at you while you are talking. So take a moment or two, look up and make a listening face to show that you are still some what interested.

Rule three: when putting your head together with a friend on solving crosswords, work out a silent system between the two of you. The reason for this is to reduce the appearance that you are both not paying attention. The only thing worse than noticing one person not listening is to you is two people not listening to you. My solution to this is to put the puzzle between the both of you and perhaps sometimes pointing out a clue that your friend might possible know the solution to. This might take a while to work out with your friend but when worked out it's like a beautiful puzzle solving ballet.

Rule four: take your time doing the puzzles. Why should you do this you may ask. Well you wouldn't want to finish the puzzle and then be stuck with nothing else to do for the rest of the lecture or other boring activity. If you find yourself continually solving the puzzles too quickly might I suggest buying a book of puzzles to do so you never run out. Granted a big book of puzzles would be way too noticeable, but ripping out the pages could work.

When these rules are followed puzzle doing becomes easy during boring situations. And who knows maybe you can become a master of puzzle doing like me. Just something to strive towards.

Suck it Sneaky Secret Sales, I'm on to You

About three months ago I became the proud owner of a shiny new iPad. In fact, it is what I'm using right now to write this blog. Since the moment I got my iPad I've used it everyday for a myriad of things. I've used it for entertainment, games, school, games, watching videos, games, writing my blog, and I suppose playing games. Since I'm just a poor college student I try my best to be thrifty and I try to get the best deals on all the apps I download on my iPad.

The downloading of the apps have taken on a life of its own. I mean there was a point where I spent hours upon hours looking up apps, watching and reading reviews online, all whilst on my spiffy iPad. Granted I had to shell out a couple buck here and there to get some really kick ass apps but all the apps I paid real money for was all worth it... AND they were all paid with iTunes credit.

But now that I only have 70 cents left on my account and I'm refusing to pay for any other apps. But there is this one app that I have my eyes on... Okay well several apps I have my eye on. The price of each app ranges from maybe $1.99 to $6.99. Now ya'll must be thinking "what a cheap ass, it's not even that much, just get it.". But you see here's the thing, I just know the second I buy this really kick ass app, it's going to go on sale. I can feel it in my bones.

How do I know this will happen to me you ask? Because it already has happened to me. Back when I had a bunch of store credit I found a game that was really kick ass but it coasted like $9.99. So not the most expensive game, but in my mind still pretty pricy. But I decided, hey what the heck, I really wanna play this, so I threw caution to the wind and I bought the damn game. A couple of weeks latter what do I see while browsing the app store? It went on sale! For three whole dollars less. That's almost a whole app!

I was beyond pissed. How could the app store do this to me? How could they decide just a few weeks later to charge less than what I paid for? I felt like I wanted three dollars back. I felt completely ripped off. I felt absolutely betrayed and I lost all respect for the App store.

But at the same time I saw another game I had wanted that was way less for than what it originally was so I picked it up right away. I guess if you look at in in retrospect I at least didn't spend full pop on all of these games. But still, if I had saved money in both games, then maybe I would have been able to get another game.

So now that I know that apps go on sale my friend recommended to me a website that tells you when these apps go on secret sale, or even free! Ever since I found this site I've become obsessed with reading almost everything this site has to offer! And thank god, because I have saved on a bundle of apps that were on sale or free. In fact since I've discovered the site I've only been downloading free games.

However the recent discovery of that game I mentioned earlier has made me seriously considering cracking under the pressure and just shell out the money for this completely awesome game. I mean it is less than $10.00 but it really is the principle of the matter. I want my game, but I want it at a good price. But I really want it... Sooooooooo badly.

What game could be sooooooo good you ask? Well it was a game I played a while ago... Why would I want to play it again you ask? Well because it was a fun game that I only got to play a trial version of years ago, and I really liked it but I never got around to buying the real game. And with my current addiction to chocolate of course the game would be about chocolate. Why would I want to torture/feed into my addiction you ask? Because isn't that what all addicts do? Anyways, it's a strategy game about chocolates and you get to make chocolates, sell them, trade them. The game is called 'chocolatiers' and it is honestly the most fun I had with a strategy game ever. EVER.(O_O)

And I know the second I buy it, they are gonna put it on secret sale.

The Not So Secret Life of a Chocolate Addict

I've never had this big of an addiction to something in my life than my current addiction to chocolate. I really don't know what it is but recently I've just been craving chocolate like a PMS-ing high schooler.

It all stared with nutella. You know the chocolate hazelnut spread that tastes good on almost anything. Well I had a jar of it at home and I started eating it with bread, crackers and toasted tortillas... And it tasted SOFA KING good! I became addicted to this damn nutella and it was freakin' delicious! Honest, toasted tortilla with nutella and bananas, tasted like the most unbelievable crêpe ever!

Anyways, a week or two later my friend convinced me to buy a pack of mini M&Ms and regular M&Ms for reasons that shall remain between the two of us, (Ididn'tknowhowtoswollowpillssohetoldmetopracticeonM&Ms,yesIrealizehowpatheticthatis,don'tjudgeme,oksothejudegemntsalreadybeenmaAde,Ijustdon'twannahearit) and so here I was with these two packs of M&Ms. I don't normally like M&Ms because the chocolate is not particularly good but when I started eating these M&Ms they were the best goddamn thing I've ever had! I was experiencing a chocolate ecstasy like no other. By the time I realized I ran out of M&Ms it was too late, the addiction had set in. I was willing to lie cheat and steal, anything to get my hands on more chocolate.

It was the only thing that could satisfy me. I wanted chocolate and I wanted it now! Luckily the gods must have heard my request for my mother had a gift certificate to See's Candy! It was as if the gods had spoken and they chose me! Me, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, I took the midnight train to Georgia... Okay not really, but here I was with a gift certificate to the ultimate candy shop. It was as if God approved of my addiction!

So I went to the store and it was a candy heaven! I mean the way they display all the candies is just so cute and it makes the candy even more appealing. They have all the boxed candies piled in heaps around the room all shiny in their boxes saying "take me home and eat me!" And the display for all the individual little chocolates makes them look like little chocolaty gems. They are in their little dishes according to flavor as they softly whisper, "try me, you know you want to, you know you want me."

I ended up getting some hard candies, vanilla and latte, which looking back on it I don't know why I didn't just get all chocolates... But then I was left with the option of getting some chocolates from the case... It was like asking an alcoholic what they wanted to drink first. I wanted to consume the whole case all by myself, except for the nougats and the creams... Those I'd probably just suck off the chocolate shells and then spit the rest out... But my options were limited and I had to choose right then and there.

So I picked up some scotch mallows and California brittle..... This was one of the best decisions of my life. When I got home that day with my little baggie filled with these candies I was beyond the need to consume them. But consume I did. I tried to savor the chocolaty goodness as best I could, but my parents decided they needed to eat some too, and before I knew it the bag that was once filled with the joy of the world, was now gone and in the deep dark pit that was my belly.

I was devastated. How could there be no chocolate left? How could I go on with my life. I needed my chocolate! I searched the house high and low for some kind of chocolate, but the only thing left in my house was the nutella. But how could I eat this damn paste and be satisfied after I just had some of the best chocolate of my life? How could you ask me to go from a fine wine to a disgusting beer? What could possibly satisfy my chocolate addiction?

So I baked a cake and used the nutella as a frosting.