The Big 2-1

Yesterday I turned 21. It was pretty exciting but nowhere near as exciting as turning 21 is made out to be. Most new 21 year olds go out partying or go to Vegas and live it up. I had practice yesterday morning and a workout this morning so I was in no position to do anything crazy.

Yesterday I woke up and felt the same. I was just a little more excited than usual because it was my birthday and I love my birthday. It's just so exciting even if I don't do anything. I went to practice and then my teammates invited me over to hang out while they made "sausage". The "sausage" they made turned out to be funfetti cake and it was soo good! They are the best teammates a girl could ask for!

After that I went home to eat lunch and open presents that my parents got for me. There was two presents wrapped in metallic silver paper sitting on the kitchen table and I was curious to see what was in them. My parents kept asking me what I wanted for my birthday and I told them I wanted to take an LSAT prep course so I was a bit confused when I saw the presents. Prep courses are not easy to wrap. So I opened the first present and it was a bottle of tequila. This gift was chosen by my father. It was more for him than it was for me. Surprise. surprise.

The second gift was a huge box. As I started to unwrap it I thought my parents had gotten me a macbook. I was a little disappointed because I had repeatedly told them that I don't need one. I already have a working lap top. As I continued to rip off the paper I saw something unexpected. There was no apple logos or pictures of a lap top. Instead there was a picture of a brand new kitchen aide stand mixer. It is probably the best gift I have ever received!

The new stand mixer is proof that my mother gets me. She knows that I am not your typical 21 year old. I love baking so much and now that I have this stand mixer I feel legit. Baking is so much easier now! Today alone I baked 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies, a three layer cake, and fudge brownies.

Now that wasn't the end of my 21st birthday. Later that night my cousins took me to happy hour and ordered me a crazy pina colada that they said would taste like a smoothie. It tasted like a smoothie with vodka in it. I didn't like it. So I took a few sips, gave the rest of it to one of my cousins, and ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri and some nachos.

Drinking isn't my thing. Baking is my thing. And now I will be unstoppable. While most 21 year olds are excited for the prospect of crazy parties and mixed drinks, I am thrilled by the endless possibilities that my new stand mixer will give me. Who knows, maybe this will end up turning into a baking blog. That's a dangerous idea. We'll just have to wait and see.

I'm a Halloweenie

So it has come to my attention that I am a loser. I am a weenie. I am a lame-o. And I'm ok with it.

Most kids my age, 20 year old college kids, are going out. Most of my friends are in Santa Barbara right now partying it up, getting drunk out of their minds, and grinding on strangers that they will probably make out with. The whole partying scene never appealed to me and I have practice at 7 o clock tomorrow morning.

I spent my Halloween weekend being weird and nerdy. It started Friday night with me, a bowl of pasta, my couch, and reruns of Project Runway (I'm still really bummed that Mondo didn't win). I had to relax that night because I has to get up at 6:30 on Saturday morning to race. On Saturday I woke up early and got my race on. It was bad. Real bad. I let a lot of people down and after that, I was not in a good mood. In an attempt to raise my spirits my dad took me to Bunch-a-Lunch at Shakey's and I felt a little better. Later in the day some of the girls on my team came over and we made video covers of Taylor Swift songs dedicated to the guys on our team (They did awesome at the race btw). We spent the rest of Saturday night baking, being crafty, and working on homework. We just can't be tamed on Saturday nights, our inner animals come out.

So today, Halloween day, I am once again being out of the ordinary. While most 20 year old girls are dressed as slutty pumpkins, slutty firefighters, slutty just about anything you can think of, I am dressed up as Harry Potter. Slutty Harry Potter? Nope. Just plain old Harry Potter. It's an awesome costume. I spent my morning running and doing homework. Next, my teammates and I went to cheer on our volleyball team dressed like nerds. After the game we went to Ralphs and bought pumpkins and carved them. Now we're sitting around doing more homework and watching the Giants play the Rangers (GO GIANTS!). We're waiting for more of our teammates to show up so we can go trick-or-treating.

We are squares. While most college students are binge drinking and dirty dancing, we will be roaming around neighborhoods getting free candy. We're immature children at heart and we like it. Watch out greater Riverside area, we're coming for your candy!

I gotta get back to Hogwarts

At a young age I decided that when I grew up I wanted to be a lawyer. Since that decision I have slowly been working at getting there and until recently, things looked up. High school diploma: check. Working towards getting my BA in a major that will be good for law school: check. The next step, LSATs and getting into a good law school.

I am determined to make my dreams of becoming a lawyer happen and because of this I realized that I should probably start preparing to get into a law school and that requires studying for the LSATs. I have year until I actually have to take the test but I figure I need all the time I can get. Earlier this week I went to Barnes and Nobles and bought Kaplan's LSAT Premier book that guarantees that I will get a higher score if I use it.

After buying the book I went home eager to get started and full of hope. Most of the topics in the prep book seemed manageable until I reached the section about logic games. Logic games require a lot of concentration, which, at times, I lack. This was one of those times. I turned to the first question and automatically knew that these questions were going to pose a major problem in my getting a good LSAT score.

Here is what was going through my head as I tried to figure out the first question:

Ron washed a total of seven objects after eating his lunch. what in the world did this guy eat that dirtied 7 objects??? Two of the objects were pieces of china: a mug and a plate. Two were pieces of glassware: a water glass and a juice glass. this guy is fancy, he is doing it right. I want to go to a restaurant. Three were utensils: a fork, a knife, and a spoon. Ron washed the two pieces of china consecutively, the two glasses consecutively, and the three utensils consecutively. Alright cool, you should probably remember this. I don't think we even have china in the house and if we did I probably would only use it on special occasions. I wonder if it's Ron's birthday. ok. focus. He washed the objects as follows:

He washed each of the objects exactly once. got it.

He washed the glassware after either the china or the utensils but not after both. ok, cool.

He washed the knife before the spoon, and he washed the mug before the plate. WOAH WOAH WOAH. calm down Ron.

He did not wash any two objects at the same time. ok good to know. where's the question. oh! found it!

1. Which one of the following statements CANNOT be true?

a. Ron washed the fork first OH MY GOSH! his name is Ron! Like Ron Weasley! I love Harry Potter....

After that realization I digressed to singing songs from A Very Potter Musical and then went for a run. I'd rather be a Weasley than a Cullen. It's a very good thing that I have a year to study for the LSATs.

Whose arm is in my bed?

Today is one of those days where my mother and I clash on everything. Today she has decided that I am weird. The truth is, I'm weird everyday but most days she chooses to ignore it or accept it. Today is not one of those days. Today she has decided that I need to assimilate and learn how to make it in the world. Step 1: Learn how to cook more stuff. Because how will I please my husband if I only know how to make 5 things? (For the record, I do not have a husband) According to my mom, I need to expand my cooking horizons and so in order to please her I have made the attempt. The attempt resulted in undercooked chicken. I think I might get salmonella.

A day similar to this occurred about a month ago. While today my mom's outlook on her daughter was unexpected, that fateful Saturday, I brought it upon myself.

It started when I woke up. That entire week I was extremely tired so the night before I flopped onto my bed and fell asleep immediately with no regard to how I was laying down. In the morning I found myself sleeping across my bed horizontally which automatically left me disoriented.

I opened my eyes (keep in mind I was still very disoriented and half asleep) and saw an arm in my bed. At first, I was a little panicked. I was convinced it was not my arm and I had no idea whose arm it was. I was scared out of my mind. But this fear quickly turned into curiosity. I didn't care that I didn't know whose arm it was. I didn't care that a stranger's arm was in my bed. I didn't care that it was just an arm with no body attached to it. All I cared about was touching it. I wanted to touch that arm. I NEEDED to touch that arm. So I mustered up some energy and forced my right arm to touch it. I then began to panic because I had no idea where my left arm was. And 15 seconds later I realized that I was touching my left arm. I was relieved. I was still confused because I had no feeling in my left arm so I picked it up with my right arm and stared at it. I examined it for awhile and then decided it was normal so I let go of it. It turns out that I had slept on top of it and that's why there was no feeling in it. As a result, my arm was very heavy with dead weight. So when I let go, it smacked me in the face and I let out a stifled cry.

A cry that was heard by my mother who rushed to my room to see what had happened. When she got there my arm was still on top of my face and I explained to her what happened in what I thought was a calm voice of reason. I later found out that I groaned some more and yelled "There's an arm on my bed that hit my face!" I don't function well in the morning.

That entire day was devoted to teaching me how to make salsa and clean the house properly (not at the same time). My mother fears that I won't be able to function on my own. And with mornings like that, I can understand why.

thursdays are fun.

Ok so this is my first post! Woo hooo!!

Margie-poo has a blog and encouraged me to start my own so that is what I am doing. We discussed the future of this blog on our second run today, and let me tell you, it is very promising.

It is almost 10pm and I should be asleep. Instead, I am arguing with Margaret about putting frosting on this awesome cake we just made and discussing how avatar is similar to pocahontas. But enough about that, let me tell you about me. That may sound a tad bit vain, but I'm tired and I'm experiencing a surge of confidence that comes with sleep deprivation and delirium.

I'm Mila. I'm a distance runner. I run a ridiculous amount of miles and I enjoy it. A LOT. It may seem a little weird or lame but the sad truth is, running controls my life. Every aspect of it. Think I'm kidding? I'm not. I am both restricted and liberated by running in a strange way. You probably won't understand it unless you're a runner, but who am I to judge you? I'm also a closet baker. Now that school is over for awhile I have huge periods of time in between runs with nothing to do, so I bake. This week alone I have made three pies and a cake. It's becoming an obsession. I expect to collect mass amounts of baked goods on a weekly basis and I have nothing do with them because I shouldn't eat them. If you're reading this and you know me personally, hit me up and I will gladly bake something for you.

Ok that didn't really describe me fully but you'll learn more as this blog goes on. Right now, I am going to eat another five pieces of cake and figure out how to make this frosting thicken. More to come soon! And pictures soon! Woo hoo!