Cherry Pie

There is not much like warm cherry pie with cold frozen custard.  The opposition of the cold and the warm is HEAVEN.  I have never been there of course, but I assume it would be comparable if not much much better than the combo of warm pie and ice cream.  Warm pie and ice cream is like the fitness program P90X Insanity, for your mouth.  Except instead of muscle confusion it is taste-bud confusion.  And instead of screaming angry obscenities between gulps for air as you slowly die of over-exertion, you mumble exclamations of deliciousness between shovels of pie into your so appropriately called "pie-hole."  Even though I am attempting to do so, through somewhat specific analogies, there truly are no words to describe the wonderful experience that is eating warm cherry pie and cold ice cream.  Ok.  Now brace yourself.  I am about to get all philosophical on you.  I think, that we need to start treating the differences between people, like warm cherry pie (or whatever pie suits your fancy.  If you don't like pie, maybe go for the whole salty-sweet thing like pretzels and M&Ms.  If you don't like that, you aren't human so I hope your not reading my blog because that would be kind of terrifying.)  Anyway.  I think we should start treating our differences like warm cherry pie and ice cream.  They are different.  One is cold the other is warm.  And sure, both of them are super delicious and wonderful on their own.  But when you put them together, BAAM!  Undefinable wonders of the most amazing kind happen.  I mean if simply combining the differences of warm cherry pie and cold ice cream can create the tastiest of tasty desserts, think what kind of amazing things we could do if we embraced our differences as people and joined together to live harmoniously.  Didn't see all that coming did you?  Maybe you did.  It doesn't really matter.  What does matter is that there is a piece of warm cherry pie and frozen custard in the other room.  So if you will just excuse me, I think I am going to go enjoy.

Haircuts

I think my life can be summed up in describing my hair.  It is huge and as Miley Cyrus would say "It can't be tamed."  Some days, my hair looks like the fluffy ears of a Cocker Spaniel.  Other days, it looks like I slept on it and didn't brush it.  That is probably because I normally sleep on it... and don't brush it... But that is beside the point.  Think Topanga's hair thickness (From Boy Meets World if for some sad reason you don't catch that wonderful reference) meets the waves of a California surfer girl meets Bride of Frankenstine's frizz.  That is my hair in a nutshell.  Actually no.  Because lets be honest, my hair is too humongous to ever fit in any nutshell.  Except for maybe an overgrown coconut.  But that is not really what I am talking about and it would still be cutting it pretty close.  Whatever.  You catch my drift right? (Dora the Explorer-like pause) Great! The funny thing about my hair though, is that sometimes, it looks so good!  I'm sorry if that sounds arrogant, I promise I'm not trying to toot my own horn or anything but sometimes you just have to.  So *Toot Toot*.  Sometimes, my hair is awesome.  Sometimes I look in the mirror and I'm like "Hey there Bertha! (That is what I refer to my hair as.  I told you I was weird.  Deal with it.) You are lookin' so awesome today!"  I don't actually talk to my hair like that because that would be even stranger than I can get, but I am hoping you understand.  So now your probably like, "Hey Chloe.  Why have you been rambling about your hair for so long?"  Well Mr. Curious, because it is seriously like a mirror of my life.  Sometimes, my life can't be tamed.  Sometimes, I don't put in the effort I should to make it what I want.  Sometimes it is awesome!  Sometimes I am even shocked by how great it is.  And other times, it feels like the only thing to do is buzz my head and start all over.  Don't worry, I will never pull a Britney like that.  But are you getting the analogy?  I guess the thing is as much as I want to start my life over and go back and live it differently, that really wouldn't be what is best.  Just like shaving my head would not be a good idea.  Because the idea is just to continue to shape my life as it is, to form it into the life I want to live.  And sometimes that will be hard because I am completely indecisive and always want the "other choice." But in the end, I have the power to shape my life into the one I want for myself.  Kind of like a haircut.  

Well Hello!

Well, well, well.  Here I am again.  Did you miss me?  I know you did.  Of course you did.  Who wouldn't?  (Don't answer that.)  All those of you who are completely confused, this isn't exactly my first go around with the whole blog thing.  I have another.  Sounds very melodramatic soap opera-like right?  Well it isn't.  So don't get too excited.  Anyway, I missed blogging but I didn't want to continue on with my old one because it has been a year since I posted on it and I needed a change.  I don't do so well with commitment I guess.  I will probably always write stream of consciousness style so warning, things could get confusing sometimes.  My mind is like a tornado.  Like a pile of socks with no matches.  Like when you are young and you put a little of every drink in your cup at McDonalds so you end up with a compilation of different sodas that tastes disgusting but you pretend to like it because you think it makes you cool.  That is what my mind is like.  I don't know how that reference makes any sense, but I like it so I am going to keep it.  Anyway, this is me.  I probably won't keep this amount of weirdness up throughout the blog.  Unless you like reading it.  In which case I will continue to write in my actual personality.  Of course I don't know how I would know if you like it or not because most likely if you are reading this you aren't sitting next to me to tell me if it is any good.  Well I guess I will just keep on with the same thing then...  I hope you enjoy!