2013 Recap

2013 got bad real fast. I was thinking about this end of year blog today and I couldn't really think of anything that stood out for me that was good. I did a lot of things, I went to a lot of places. But the only thing I could think about was how miserable I've been these past several months. But through the fog of pain and misery (dramatic much?) there was one thing that was a constant and was always a beacon in the darkness of my soul (uugghh lolol) and that was Vince.

WARNING: The following paragraph(s) are going to be sappy. Read at your own risk. Barf buckets will not be provided.

I am suddenly hungry.

This is going to sound like an exaggeration but the best thing to happen to me in my whole entire life, besides this sweet computer that I am currently computing on, is to have Vince as a friend. My life was a blur of laziness and endless days of not bathing due to gaming so hard before I met him. But then Vince came along and he made me think of  things I had never thought about before, expanding my mind to the wonders of this world. In other words, he helped me become an adult... and I use that term loosely. I took a leap of faith by moving up here to Orange County with him but I knew that wherever I went, it would be better than the situation I was in before I moved. I was scared, I was lonely at first, and I was a little lost, but then everything came together and it all made sense.

Now, 4 years later, I am somewhere I never thought I would be. I have a job that pays me well, I am going to school (the progress is slow on that front) and I now have goals and aspirations. The best thing about Vince is that he pushes me to be a better person, not for him or anyone else, but for myself. When I think back at 2013, the only good part about it is him. He has stuck by me through thick and thin and sometimes I am amazed by how awesome he is and how lucky I am to have him as my best friend and boyfriend :3 I am also surprised he hasn't ripped all his hair out due to frustration because I can be very hard to motivate.

I wish there was a way for me to bottle all the nice things I feel for him and how grateful I am for having him in my life. I would give him the bottle (mason jar cuz I'm fancy) and he could put it on a bookshelf. He would use it to light up the room because the intensity of my feelings for him will burn brighter and hotter than the nanosecond a dying star becomes a supernova. Stephen Hawking would get a raging brain boner at the sight of the mason jar and he would write a book about it and it would read, "Never in my many years of studying astrophysics have I encountered anything more beautiful that that of this mason jar filled with all the love in the world. There is nothing more mysterious and pure as this." and it would sell millions of copies.

Here's to an amazingly epic 2014, where my spirit of adventure will soar and Vince will be my Carl Fredrickson... I guess I will be Ellie, but, ya know... less old and dead D: LOLOL

The End

My Vegan Life

A couple of weeks ago Vince decided that we should go vegetarian. He said it was for health reasons and also for the poor animals. I agreed to go a long with it because I had nothing better to do. I agree with the health reasons of the decision because it does force us to think about our meals more. It also forces us to find alternatives for everything and taco/burger runs in the middle of the night are no longer possible. It was my horrible misfortune that about 3 days into this new lifestyle I was told by my doctor that I had to cut dairy completely out of my diet, thus rendering me a reluctant vegan.

I am more sad that I can't hair dairy than meat because in the back of my mind I KNOW that if I really wanted to, I COULD eat meat whenever I wanted. But dairy, I can pretty much never touch again in my life. I LOVE milk and cheese and yogurt and everything good to eat on this planet that contains milk. Like cake. And cupcakes and brownies and soups. As a kid, I could down two tall glasses of milk and half a package of cookies in one sitting. And as my mom always said, "That's why you are the way you are!" in regards to my pudgy self. It was a well known fact that I loved milk to the point where when I DIDN'T enjoy two or more glasses of milk something must be wrong with me.

Anywho, when I was in middle school my mom took my sister and I to the doctor's office for, what I remember, no apparent reason. She did this a lot. He asked us if there was anything that was bothering us and I told him about my bum knee and he said I would "grow out of it" which I never did and it still hurts. The second thing was that I always had stomach aches. He asked me if I had a lot of milk and cheese and I told him HELL YEAH! He said that I could be lactose intolerant and to lay off the dairy for a while. Then after a few days to have some and see what happened. I smiled sweetly and said ok but in my mind I knew he was a crazy and I only kind of tried his experiment. I didn't even have to try very hard though because I knew it was the milk that upset my stomach and caused me stomach aches. I remember having ice cream one day. The spoon has barely touched my mouth and I immediately had gas LOLOL. But I didn't care, I loved milk way too much!!!

Fast forward to the present and the stomach pains were feeding my paranoia so I had to quit milk completely. Combined with the no meat lifestyle of a vegetarian I had unwillingly become the one thing I despise most in the world (sorry guys): a vegan. It's easy to be vegetarian, but another thing completely to be that AND not have dairy. I can't have certain soups, sandwiches or smoothies. I can only eat one thing from any restaurant. And I'll be damned if I ever eat a salad! The only thing I can have that I enjoy is eggs. And GODDAMN do I devour those eggs like there's no tomorrow! Or like they're made of the freshest milk on the planet.

Anyway, someone at work told me about vegan cheese and I am trying that out. It sucks that I can't have dairy but there are a lot of foods out there, like vegan cheese, made for poor souls like me whose stomachs don't work right. Being vegetarian definitely limits the foods you can eat, but in the long run what you do eat is a lot healthier. Unless it's fries... guess I should cut back on the fries.

THE END