Why I need to marry a chef... or a dietitian.

Tonight I introduced vegetables into my diet and now I'm waiting to see how much damage this drastic change is going to do to my body.

Complete shock, perhaps?

I know my roommates were.

But more than likely I'll be spending my night suffering through cold sweats from sugar and carb withdrawals.

Here's the thing, it’s not that I don’t like vegetables; the fact is I love them. I’m actually not particular about food at all, I eat anything. So here’s why I've reduced my diet to cheap and easy to make items… I don't cook.

So you're probably wondering "what do you eat?"

Well it varies.

For a while there my dinner consisted of random things {graham crackers, marshmallows, peanut butter} I could find to dip in Nutella....I'm not kidding.

Other weeks I would eat the best cheap noodles Walmart could buy; basically, the things that make your insides want to be on your outsides.

Another thing I did was buy a box of 30 frozen corn dogs from Costco {only 8 dollars!} and Voilà, dinner for a month {By far the most brilliant food purchase ever}.

My biggest problem with cooking and eating healthy is I simply don't want to spend my hard earned cash on it. IT'S EXPENSIVE. Before college I had no idea how much money my mom wasted on feeding me a ‘nutritious meal’.

And for what?

So I would live an extra couple of years.

HA, I'd rather blow the extra cash on a Barnes and Noble purchase.

So what do I do when noodles, Nutella, and cereal just won’t cut it? Well I have now settled into a wonderfully inspired habit of eating in excess at parties. This fact has now labeled me as the sad girl who won't leave the snack table. Well people, it's not because I'm too shy to make friends, it's because I'm starving.....

I only hope that one day my body will forgive me for the last 21 years.

Picking the right song is essential....

Saturday’s are for homework…and everyone knows one can’t study without obscenely loud music playing in the background.

It kills me I can’t find this on itunes. This song combines the quirkiness of passion pit with the groovy vibe of the Jackson five. I am forever grateful to Forever 21 for playing this whilst I was perusing clothes I couldn’t afford. So listen and you’re welcome.

Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People

I can’t pin point exactly why I love this song. Maybe it’s the catchy beat or interesting vocals, but more than likely it’s the disturbing lyrics. “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better out run out run my gun....better run, run faster than my bullet.” You gotta love unexplained and irrational violence.

She (for liz)

I got tickets to a Parachute concert and I’m in prep mode for the next month. Those tickets and the songs set me back groceries for the next 2 weeks, but it’s going to be totally worth it.

Before the Worst by the Script…I love this band. L.O.V.E

Every once in a while I throw in a song from a movie soundtrack and then just hit replay for a while.

Here are my top 3

River waltz from The painted veil - a sad movie that at one point makes you question if her husband is actually trying to kill her for having an affair. No worries though, they do fall in love, but then a disease turns him blue and eventually kills him. And even though she has a child with a man who is not her husband she still names the little boy after her dead husband and doesn't go back to her ex-lover {reminder: never use the word ‘lover’ on the blog again} awww how romantic....

503 from Angels and Demons {this is now the alarm I wake up to}

Discombobulate from Sherlock Holmes {brilliant, can’t wait for the sequel}

Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer….this is the rope of sanity pulling me up from the pit of despair.

After that I throw in some Adele and call it quits.

Sensibility vs. Irrationality

So you're probably all wondering "where has Lora gone. Has BYU actually killed her?"

Here's the answer, no, but not for lack of trying.

I am currently lying in my bed - blankets piled high, iPod playing, cup of hot chocolate within grasp - in a staring contest with a wall of text books aligned on the far side of my room.

I often find myself in this position: unblinking, staring into the vast wasteland of homework.

This is a time for self-pity. A time where I rethink the direction my life has taken. But more often than not, it is a time where my mind divides into two different beings: sensible Lora who wants all A’s and sees the need for showers; and irrational Lora, the snide, lazy Lora that will do anything for a nap and a cookie.

Sensible Lora: "It's going to be ok, there's probably only 4 hours of reading over there."

Irrational Lora: “I'd rather cut my hair into an unattractive bob"

Sensible Lora: "You chose to be an English major"

Irrational Lora: "Ya because I liked books like Les Miserables and Harry Potter, I have yet to encounter either. I've had plenty of Beowulf and Chaucer, but not a drop of Wilde."

Sensible Lora: "Think of all the authors and books you've found along the way; Emerson, Rossetti, Bronte."

Irrational Lora: "Wow, I think I've just pinpointed why we don’t get out much."

Sensible Lora: “At least read Shakespeare, you love Shakespeare.”

Irrational Lora: “Not if it’s forced! I wouldn’t love a cookie if someone was jamming it down my throat.”

Sensible Lora: “hmmm that’s debatable…"

As you can see the argument is ongoing with no resolution in sight. Sure there are small victories here and there: homework on occasion is finished in a timely matter, but all too often I can be found napping, having fun, or reading books that are not part of the curriculum.

Tonight's form of procrastination is this blog and you are all accomplices to the failing of my life.

Maybe I’ll get up the energy to read Wordsworth, or maybe I’ll go get some frozen yogurt, but most likely I will keep staring at those sadistic jeering books, willing them out of existence.