Law #4

Lock your car door upon entering vehicle.

Origin: I was approximately fifteen years old. A solid straight edge sophomore in high school. It's a school night and I was invited to bowl with a group of friends, half of them upperclassmen, and crushing on one of them. So yes, I was completely jazzed to go. After having a bawl (even though I most of my score consisted of gutter balls), feeling cool (sporting my FBI hat), and getting hit on by a gross intoxicated stranger (first encounter with a drunk man ever), we decided to call it a night. I got in the car with my other sophomore friends and pulled up to the entrance to pick up an upperclassmen friend. Wait, what crowd of people was loitering outside said entrance? It is true. The intoxicated friend's group of friends, that's what. He decides to then stroll right on over to my door (which was not locked at this time) while my friends and I were conversing and waiting and opens my door!! We all scream bloody murder. I grab my door and slam it shut. Lock my door. And form a human ball with my friend next to me while we're still screaming. He laughed at us while my friend then proceeded to speed out of the parking lot.

Law #3

Roll up your windows before you leave your car over night.

Origin: Why: Because spiders WILL slip through the little crack you made to circulate air through your car at night, and they WILL decide to slowly drop down three inches from your face whilst the car is in motion.

Law #2

Never ever never ever EVER never wear spaghetti strap shirts in public.

Origin: So I'm going with my love Eden to Wal Mart. I was wearing this long shrug thing over a spaghetti strap shirt, but before we got out of the car I wanted to sport just the strappy shirt. This is the first time I ever sported this kind of shirt in public so I was a little nervous. Well I had good reason to be on edge about this ensemble choice, because ten minutes into our adventure, we are approached by a fast talker. Not only was he flirting up a katrina-like storm, he was trying to sell us magazines. This was no short conversation mind you (not that we were doing much of the talking). So at the end of his conversation, the creeper gave me his number (no thanks), and we proceeded on our journey. I guess the dude was making his rounds through that whole super store, because we kept running into each other and I wanted nothing more than to just get out.

Law #1

Do not eat red Jelly Belly jellybeans.

Origin: First semester of college up in Idaho. I had a real hankering for Jelly Belly jellybeans. Praise jesus for Florence's Candy shop. It seemed to be the only place that sold those chewy delicious beans. I walked back to my dorm room to feast upon my prize. I stumbled upon a bright red Jelly Belly jellybean. It was a solid red. Like a fool, I expected it to be a cherry, or apple at least. The second I bit down on that sucker, without warning, my mouth was shot with the spicey disappointing sting of cinnamon! CINNAMON! The picture indicating which flavor the Jelly Belly jellybeans belonged to each bean clearly states that the cinnamon Jelly Belly jellybeans have yellow speckles on them! Did this Jelly Belly jellybean have any yellow speckles? I think not! My tongue is on fire because of this stupid speckless red Jelly Belly jellybean!

Desiphering the Blogging World...

I think I'm getting closer to getting it. Of the few blogs I've seen, they actually have a kind of genre. The posts have something in common I guess? For example, they're about hipsters, humorous everyday activities, awesomeness, just videos, and I don't know, the list goes on.

Yes, this is my second blog thing, and the only thing I think I can do with the knowledge I have gained is make a separate blog ish thing for a few tidbits of life I have experienced in my 21 years of living I like to call, my "Laws of Life."

Here ya go! --whoever you are.