I thought about just deleting this blog, but then it's a part of my past so why act as if it never happened?

I should've retired it before the new year, but maybe it's better this way.  This blog has recounted many good times and more bad times than I'd like to admit, but that's life.  And I don't regret any of it.  I just think it's time to officially let go.  Way long overdue.

If you want to keep up with the new slate I call my life, you can just go here.

Thanks to everyone who read it, and to those who didn't... I probably didn't read yours either. =P  I kid, I kid...

Otherwise, we can insert an appropriate song here to commemorate an anti-climatic end that leads to a new beginning.

I.e. Here's to the Night... Time of Your Life...

We all do it.

Yes, fans of M&M's -- Bigots of the Candy Brigade, Pigs of the Peanut Centers, Mayors of the, "Melt in your mouth, not in  your hands," motto -- can all attest to it.

We have... a favorite M&M color.  It happens less often if the it's still in the bag, but you still rejoice when your color of choice comes out of the bag.

The candy dish, on the other hand, is a different story.

Though they may be slightly different shapes and sizes, all M&M's were created as equals, destined for the same purpose of satisfying the sweet tooth (or an oral fixation, whatever floats their boat).  But deep down inside all of us, as much as we attempt the altruistic nature of equality, we just do not live in a color blind candy land.  We go one of two routes:

* We reach for our favorites and eat them first.  "There is more than enough to go around," we say, leaving the rest to the vultures, but really, we are secretly delegating the calories so we can devote our appetite to the apples of our eyes.
* Or, most popularly, we save the best for last.  We know that each one is what stands between you and your one true love.  Your candy dish will have the monopoly on the M&M's.

This reaches far beyond any logical explanation and rejects all voices of reasoning when we insist that one just tastes better than the other.  When asked why, well... why not?

Sure, the yellow M&M's are nice and bright, bringing a smile to our faces with every crunch, but the blue ones... man, do they hit the spot.  You feel like a red one on certain days, but the brown ones make the chocolate taste even more chocolate-y.  And there's just something about those green M&M's (my personal favorite)...

And then the proponents of purple and pink come into the mix and protest -- why not us?  Do we not reserve the right to have a peanut M&M wear our coats proudly as they do the other colors?  Do the thoughts of Tinky Winky and sunburns leave a bad taste in our mouths?  We're all the same color when we turn out the lights.  Do we not all taste the same likewise?  So why... not... us?

Hey, if you don't like it... why don't you go taste a rainbow and buy yourself a bag of Skittles and be happy with it.

PS. Set all social connotations aside.  I really am just talking about candy.

Dental Plan!

So it begins... I just removed my four wisdom teeth (I can't wait for crunchy foods!) and they are prepping me for braces to be put on September 18th. *sigh*

Though I'm not terribly excited to do it, it wouldn't hurt.  It's not embarrassing or anything... I just feel like I could've taken care of this sooner.  What can you do when you had terrible dentists and horrible insurance growing up?

Some things I'm thinking of for the next year and a half:

* Perhaps I'll come away with great Angelina Jolie-sized lips. 
* I'll be in far less pictures, and take more of those around me.
* If I get in a fight, I hope the person cuts their fists because of my braces (but hoping more that I would've kicked their asses before it gets to that point).
* My smile will change.  For better or for worse?  Who knows?
* I will record the *ding* sound from when the Orbitz Gum woman smiles and play it every time I flash my new pearly whites. 
* I will take better care of my teeth more now than I have... ever...
* I can say I have grillz?  Naw... hahah...
* My social life will either slow its roll, or I'll just overcompensate for my dental dismay with more partying.
* I can go back as an undercover high school student and make a movie about it!  Oh wait...
* I can see how often I can get away with buying a child's ticket for anything... though I think my height will give me away (5'8").

Yeah... dental plan... oye!