Hooray, December!

Well, I made it through National Blog Posting Month, so now I don't have to worry about posting every day anymore, which is fine because most of my posts probably went unread anyway. And I didn't win any of the prizes, so I will probably never do that again. I'm not creative enough to post daily. Mostly, I just had to finish it because I started it.  Goodbye, NaBloPoMo! Goodbye forever!

I started Weight Watchers yesterday. I know I'm not fat. My roommate Natalie is doing it, and I have this terrible habit of eating everything in sight while I'm procrastinating homework. I'm hoping Weight Watchers will help me control my appetite enough so I can make it through a year of school without gaining weight. If you don't know how it works, it actually makes a lot of sense. Everything you eat is assigned a number of points based on its calorie, fiber, and fat content. You are alloted a certain amount of points each day. So you can eat what ever you want as long as you don't go over your points. And whatever points you don't use during the week, you can use to reward yourself with a tasty treat on the weekend. I realize it's only been a couple days, but I like that I don't feel like I'm making a huge change. I think I am just more conscious of portion sizes. For instance, I eat a normal serving of mac and cheese rather than devour half the box. Also, since I've committed myself, I don't crave an entire pan of brownies, which happens more often than you would think. It's funny how it just took a few numbers to help me control my appetite.

By the way, most of you said you would not date someone with baby hands. You're all shallow, and so am I.

Now to finish that ten-page research paper...

Baby Hands

While working at Jansport during the summer of 2008, my friends and I used to ask a "question of the day" to keep ourselves entertained. In order to consume a greater amount of time, these questions were meant to be as thought-provoking as possible. One day I asked, "If you met someone who was a perfect match for you--the only thing wrong with this person is his or her baby hands--would you date them?" For clarity, we're talking not talking about little hands, but actual infant hands on the ends of average-sized arms. What's interesting is that when I've asked guys this question, they usually answer positively, while girls generally squirm until they shamefully admit they would not date a wonderful guy with baby hands. My guess is this distinction between genders comes from a typical woman's desire to feel protected by her significant other. How is your boyfriend supposed to save you from muggers and rapists if his fist isn't large enough to even bruise his opponent?

This year, Burger King came out with a new commercial that, for us, was very nostalgic:




Would you date someone with baby hands? Let me know on the poll!

Eat, Drink, and Get Married

I remember my friend, Daniel Toy, once said there was nothing to do in Rexburg besides eating and getting married. That being said, it's time to discuss my latest poll.

Most of you said you love dating, and that is wonderful. I wish I could say the same. Some of you are probably married, and I am especially glad that you love your dating life. I would be worried if you didn't. Many of you said dating is a chore, and I am right there with you, although I must admit I have been more of a spectator than a participator as of late. I got straight A's last semester, but my social life suffered. But you know what? That is fine with me. My GPA is going up, and I decided I'm going to marry a doctor after I graduate. For those of you who are scared of dating, I don't know what to tell you. People tell me I'm afraid of commitment, and they're probably right, but I just say I haven't met the right guy yet, i.e. the afore mentioned doctor. 

Good luck in your dating endeavors, and be sure to send me a wedding announcement.

Nostrils

The results are in! My first poll asked which you would rather have of the following: one large nostril, two regular-sized nostrils on the end of your nose like a pig, three regular-sized nostrils, or no nostrils. It was a tie between three nostrils and no nostrils, although I happen to know some cheating was involved on the no nostril side (you know who you are). Two nostrils came in second place with one nostril close behind.

Personally, I chose three nostrils for one reason. One of life's most annoying inconveniences is having half your nose plugged up. I figure, if I were to get a stuffy nose with three nostrils, the problem would be at least somewhat mitigated with the extra breathing hole. That is, until two nostrils became plugged, but at least I would have better odds of getting a good night's sleep. However, I admit having three nostrils would make blowing my nose slightly more of a challenge.

Never in a million years would I choose to have no nostrils. That would entail breathing through my mouth for the rest of my life, which is tiresome and unattractive to say the least. As for the other two options: a pig nose wouldn't be too bad. If you've seen the movie Penelope, you might agree that Penelope's nose grows on you as the story progresses. It's almost weird to see her with her with a normal nose! Having one nostril is not great (not that the other choices are), but I would still choose it over no nostrils any day.

Make sure you take my new poll about dating. It won't be up for the whole month because I'm leaving for Europe on the 27th. I'll be gone for all of May, so I want to be able to post a new poll before I go. For those of you who read my post about Cloud Nine, if you are interested in taking my quiz to see which Cloud Nine member you most resemble, you can do that here.