cHoCoLaTe

The craving I have right now is really unnecessary. Besides the shoe thing... I have a chocolate thing. Whhhhy??? It came about very abruptly too if I may add! The scenario starts off with me watching a movie off this laptop while my special someone is taking a nap. Of course his noisy pager had to buzz... and off he went to tend to the sick... and here I stay with this CRAVING FOR CHOCOLATE!!! See... before the abrupt craving came along... I was given the option to leave from the moment that pager buzzed or wait for him to come back, most likely in a few hours. So I thought about it: I am feeling comfortable and it is raining outside... plus I have my GMAT books with me so why would I leave? I have this quiet room all to myself. Decision is made and he leaves. {{BAM!!! UMMM HEEELLLOOOO! CRAVING! CHOCOLATE!} It hits me just as fast as I shut that door and with such great force too! Here I am. No chocolate present. And my stomach will not stop demanding for it. Sheesh my brain is demanding it! So of course I needed to do a little bit of research on this sweet chocolate mystery and found the common answers: 1) There are over 300 chemicals in chocolate. 2) Phenylethylamine is a stimulant and stimulants increase the activity of neurotransmitters (such as serotonin) = we feel good. 3) Cultural habits... we link chocolate with love and euphoria. Well my reasons are this: 1) Mmm it tastes like heaven. 2) It melts in my mouth. 3) It is velvety smooth. AND... apparently it only takes about one ounce to get that optimal brain happiness which typically lasts for about 30 minutes or so. Can this be the explanation as to why some women prefer chocolate over sex? Interesting. Hmm... I am really content that finally the Psychology chapter about the brain, in which I studied all those brain diagrams with such determination, came in handy today. Now figuring out how I am going to get my brain on a chocolate high right now (but only an ounce since summer is around the corner) is another mystery!

It's a shoe thing....

Why are we so fascinated with shoes? I'm a 'running shoe.. flip/flop' kinda girl... but I too fall head over heels in love with beautiful shoes sitting so beautifully in a storefront window. It is almost as if my eyes lock contact with them... and a war begins between my wallet and my desire to have those shoes. I cannot quite understand how an object can take over my mind. I know I should not purchase another pair... but when they are so beautiful... it becomes very hard to resist. I wonder if men go through that? Not with shoes... but is there something that grasps them like that? You know... I do not like the stereotype that all women are the same and we are all crazy about shoes. I hate falling into those girlish stereotypes. And I hate admitting when I do. But my shoe fetish... I do not think it is stoppable. Fine... sometimes... usually... I say no because my wallet wins in the battle against my desires. But I will admit that there is always that one pair glowing in the window that is screaming at me "BUY ME" from time to time... and I will break down and buy that hot pair. I just do not understand why!?! This is beyond superficial. I need to gain control of this! Step one will be to admit it I guess. So here it goes: "Hi. I'm SoDaGiRl. And I am a shoeaholic."

eau de mean

Yes. I thought I smelled it again. But maybe I was wrong? The eau de mean is a very distinct scent.... is it possible that a drip of obsession was added creating a heterogeneous mixture???? This blend messes up my previous hypothesis. Maybe not all women are mean on purpose. Maybe some women are feeling down in the dumps... so they become a little bit obsessed with trying to feel better about themselves and their actions. It could be possible that instead of being mean, the purpose of the behaviour is to convince oneself that they are happy. And normal. NORMAL. Now that's a great word. What I define as being normal may not be the same as your definition. But I'm pretty sure that we all try to define ourselves as being our definition of normal. And if we do not feel normal and happy... is it possible that we can become obsessed with achieving a high level of normalcy and contentment? I think so. Splashing on a little eau de mean mixed with a dash of obsession... just may be the perfect combination in our eyes. Now here's the funny note: water and oil... do they mix well? no they don't. You know why? Because that too is a heterogeneous mixture. So women..... be aware........ stop..... and please don't mix those chemicals.

I'm wearing an APRON!

So what??? It's just an apron. Big woop. Today I made 50 cookies. My kitchen smells deeelliiicccccciioouuuss. =) My cookies are shaped like flowers and I put sticks behind them so they can be eaten like a lollipop. Yeah!!! I'm 5yrs old! And they are really big.... um... a tad hard but that's why we have teeth. I'm just about to decorate them. hhmm... I have a lot of work to do. I've got 5 essays waiting for me on this computer. Isn't it funny how we get so busy. mmmm... chocolate sprinkkklllles. ESSAYS. Life is tough. Either I spend time worrying about baking or worrying about essays. How did I allow myself to believe in our society? All my social, cultural, and economic external influences are taking over my life! I'm baking for a bridal shower, I'm writing a speech in Italian, and I'm writing these essays. This is my April. What's the saying? April showers, bring May flowers?? nah. April projects, bring May projects. Sweet. mmmm chocolate sprinkkklllles. Yes. My cookies are going to be delicious. And my speech will sound like an Italian opera... and my essays will get me into my MBA program. I wonder if this apron truly will do its job and protect me from disaster.

WhAt GiVeS?

Sometimes I wonder if it's 'just me'. Do other women out there have this power too?? Can we all read each other and secretly try to fight with each other? Probably. I'm convinced that women... when feeling jealous of and/or when feeling threatened by another woman.......... women get mean 'secretly' ON PURPOSE but with a cause. Secretly? Yup. Under the radar. In that 'way' that can't really be questioned. That sly... sneaky... indirect way. And it's not about acting like a 'B'... it's more than that. It is so much deeper than just trying to anger the other woman. There is a cause after all. The pitiful feeling of jealousy and feeling threatened needs to be put to a stop. Sooo fight or flight is the response... we either be submissive to the other woman and let her take the stage... or fight. And that means the claws come out... but they are not sharp. Oh no... they are nicely manicured just scratching at the other woman... tapping her... trying to get her to feel that pitiful feeling too. Isn't that nice? We are sharing. Well, women...... we are mean to each other. Is it necessary? Maybe it is sometimes. We do have to survive and we cannot always be submissive... sometimes a punch here and there builds character. And it's not fair to use this power only during a sweet combat with our significant others. Heck... men are blind to this power. At least I think they are. What I know for sure is that I can smell a woman who feels that pitiful feeling and is in combat mode... that stench of eau de mean reeks. And my punching gloves are on. I will only choose the flight response if the battle is not worth choosing.