Legolas the elf and Gimli the dwarf

My roommate's name is Jocelyn. Joc has long flowing blond hair and amazing features. The girl is a knock-out. she is also extremely intelligent and Extremely absent minded/ADD/a space cadet. Anyway, we have this friend, Matthew, who about three weeks ago decided to start calling her Legolas because she's also obsessed with Lord of the Rings and he thought the name fit her well. The funny thing about this is that her friends back home used to call her Legolas as well. Okay, so the other day the three of us were standing around and she hugged me. Now, my height is frequently brought up by these two because they are on the taller side; Joc a bit over 5'6 and Matthew is 6 foot. Hence, when "Legolas" and I hugged Matthew claimed I was a dwarf causing "Legolas" to cry, "GIMLI!!!". Legolas and I evaluated the finer points of this discovery. For one, we were not the best of friends when we first became roommates but now we're bestest friends and are hilarious when we're together. As aforementioned, "Legolas" is tall, thin and has long blond hair...this means she looks like an elf :) I'm on the shorter side and my last name is Dorff which is basically the same thing as dwarf; so, despite my lack of facial hair I am a dwarf. My roommate and I = Legolas and Gimli

My Disney-ness!

Okay, so this blog took some thought. I'm a compilation of many Disney characters such as Dori (Finding Nemo), Miko (Pocahontas), all of the Seven Dwarfs, and the fairies from Sleeping Beauty to name a few. But the one position that is me, my roommates suggested this one, is that of a lost boy from Peter Pan. Some of the reasons behind this are:
-I value my independence highly
-I recognize good leadership and will follow it if it enhances and enables my independence
-I Love to play games, both board and sport
-I love being outside
-I'm not a pretty girl; I like stereotypical "guy things" more than "girly things"
-I love spontaneity and adventures of any kind
-I love fighting pirates :)

Sickness

Being sick is simply the worst thing in the world. I hate that feeling of absolute hunger; the feeling of your stomach noticeably retracting and shrinking into nothingness. It's sudden too. It's not a gradual, you barely notice, event. It's pure, startling starvation. You can't eat. If you eat, it'll only cause you more hurt and possibly prevent you from ever eating that thing you ate again because it came back up and wasn't the same. Not eating is not fun. Food is the best in the world, when you can eat it.

Sugar

So, i'm not a very sugary food eating person. Candy is enjoyable every once in a while, but it's not my favorite, lots of times i'd rather have pasta or bread or something like that. It's the same thing with ice cream; it's good but not really cravable. Unless you eat it with sprinkles....I love ice cream with my sprinkles. It's so delicious to have that crunch with the creamy softness but it's not the same as crunchy nuts, it's better. So that and coconut are the only two sugary craving I get.

Appetite is an interesting thing. Under certain circumstances, you simply cannot eat or aren't hungry. For instance, you're really stressed out, your stomach twists into knots and you might munch to relieve stress but you're genuinely not hungry. Or when you're nervous the same thing happens. Or when you're really excited about something, you're brain goes in every which direction and you're not hungry; all you can do is think and thinking about food is not enticing. It's also weird how there's mindless eating, like when you're watching t.v. or reading or doing homework. It's interesting that it's not consistent.

fast-food

I remember being a little kid and one of my best friends' older brothers coming home from work at a pizza place. Ingrained in brain is that smell of pizza, grease, and B.O. Disgusting. I've never worked at a food place. I would be fine working as a waitress or a hostess, but the simple thought of working at a fast food place makes me want to run in the opposite direction as fast as I can and then smell some roses to make that greasy smell dissipate. Part of this might be because I greatly dislike fast food. but still, wouldn't be able to handle it.

Wanna be Mexican food

Okay, so previously in class we've talked about Cafe Rio. I would just like to state how absolutely fabulous I think their food is. It is better than Costa Vida (their sauce isn't as good) and better than Bajio's simply because it tastes better. I always get the same thing, a chicken salad. I love it.

Exercise makes you and food better

Okay, so I've noticed over the course of my life that exercising makes me want to eat better, not because i'm on a health trip, but because my body craves healthy food rather than junk food. Anyway, that's not really the point, the point is that after you're done exercising food Always tastes better. Especially water....or protein...or orange rolls. Basically, all food. Yummy.

So, tonight my dad picked me up on his way home from work and I got to go home for dinner!!! It was so absolutely fabulous!!! My mama made a pasta salad thing. It had baby tomatoes and broccoli and Parmesan and twisty noodles. I also got to eat home-made bread which is stunning to my taste buds. It was so good, and it was free :)

FOOD FIGHT!!!!!

Okay, so, I've never experienced a food fight. Ever. I have three random ambitions in life. One, to take my Black Lab/Australian Shepherd puppy, whose name is Mercedes Benz, in a black Mercedes convertible; to get a black eye...I've never had a black eye despite being a very aggressive soccer player and getting 5 concussions, I've yet to have a dark circle around my eye by natural causes; and finally, to get in a full-fledged, all-out food fight. I think it would be soooo much fun to have the joy to start a food fight and then to just pummel and get pummeled with food. At my parent's house, over the years I've attempted to start food fights, but every time I've managed to not get caught until after I launch the broccoli, or piece of bread, at one of my little sisters, my parents immediately, sternly crack down (I would rebel, except I would get threatened with sleeping in the dog house and it would be enforced, unfortunately). I want a food fight :)

Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries.

Sometimes my roommates and I stay up late chatting about life and our thoughts and opinions. We always congregate in our kitchen and consequently eat. Depending on whether we've got the munchies or want a real meal, we call these gatherings "food fests" or "midnight feasts" respectively. During this particular food fest, even though we weren't discussing food, I brought up how much I love - Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries. Upon hearing this proclamation, my roommates laughed and made fun of me for so dramatically stating my love for this treat. I continued to explain to them that I crave Thanksgiving because Thanksgiving dinner means I will get to sample this fruit's wonderfully sweet acidity. I love - Fresh. Boiled. Cranberries.

I love food!!

I enjoy sushi. I crave it sometimes. One of these times, I was sick and had thrown up a couple times earlier that day but since i was craving sushi and feeling a little bit better, I went to a sushi restaurant with one of my best friends. He, having been to this specific sushi restaurant before, ordered for the both of us. He told me that he was going to order a "surprise" for me but that he had already tried it and wasn't going to again. These were the best words of encouragement he could have possibly uttered. So, when the waiter arrived with our platter of sushi, I noticed this slimy, grayish lump on top of a piece of sushi. Thayne, the friend who had concocted this, started chortling. I picked up this gray mass and realized, it was a baby octopus. A pickled baby octopus. This meant that this animal, about the size of of the palm of my hand, had been stuck in a jar, probably with other little baby octopuses, and had soaked for who knows how long until it was thoroughly slimy and wet. That is how this sea creature came to be caught up in my chop-sticks. Thayne, informed me that he would understand if I didn't eat it because I had been sick all day and because you could still see the eye-balls on the little bugger. I proceeded to put the pickled baby octopus in my mouth, then I started chewing. Just a little tip, if you ever happen to eat a pickled baby octopus, don't chew it. Anyway, my friend was across the table grinning away at me as I masticated this animal. I finally realized I should stop chewing and swallowed the slimy ball. Then, I laughed with Thayne. The best part is that I held it down :)