Last night I had an interesting conversation with my friend Fox about the inner workings of men and women's minds. I figured I would share it with you since it reminded me of The Chair's Theory (http://myjerseyboys.blogspot.com/2010/10/chairs-essay.html)...

Fox has always been our go-to guy for advice on love, life, and complicated situations. So last night, when my friend Hart asked him about a current situation she was having with her new boyfriend, he gave us this example...

He explained to us that men's brains are like waffles. Not that I really need to tell you this, but waffles have those little square compartments where syrup gets poured in and kind of gets stored. He said men are like waffles because they compartmentalize everything in their brains. Men are goal oriented, which is why they enjoy "chasing" girls. Guys can only think about one thing at a time, that's why if you ever try to talk to guy while he's trying to do something, he'll ask you to "Shut up, while I find my keys!"

On the the other hand, women's brains are like a bowl of spaghetti. All of our thoughts and goals are constantly jumbled up together incoherently. While this allows us to do and think about a hundred different things at once, it also causes us to drive ourselves completely insane. I wish I could say that that wasn't the case... but it's completely and totally true.

I know this because I'm cleaning my mom's house, thinking about ten different things, and finding myself growing more impatient and frustrated. *laughs*

Love from,
I wish my brain wasn't a bowl of spaghetti,
B

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Hello world!

Well, day two in here in Colorado was an interesting one. I didn't do anything during the day, except eat like five tacos from Del Taco... Okay, I didn't eat five, it just felt like it. It wasn't until tonight that things got... interesting. I ended up going to the OG, the restaurant I used to work at, and was invited to a party being held at Old Chicago's. It's kind of everyone's favorite hang out spot here. My best friend, who I mentioned in my last post, came with me and we had an AWESOME time. I was DD, of course, so I stayed sober. My friend Hart, on the other hand, had so many rum and coke's that I kind of lost track... How she isn't sick in my bathroom right now is kind of beyond me. Anyway, it's been nice catching up with all my old friends... but I'm missing my boys.

Today was Char's birthday, and I'm really bummed I missed out on celebrating it with him. Char, if you're reading this, I love you bestie! I hope you're birthday was epic, and if it wasn't, I'm holding C responsible. When I called and talked to you two this morning, I told him he better make it the best birthday ever.

Well, that's all for now. I need to go check on my friend...
B

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I miss my jersey boys...
B

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Hello world!

I am currently on Day One of my visit to Colorado... well, technically it's Day Two now, but whatever. My mom has decided that I spend way too much time with boys, and that I need to "reconnect" with my girly side... I think Char could argue for me that I am very much connected to my girly side, I just choose not to display it. Around the boys. Or most people in general... Anyway, apparently this whole trip is going to be focused upon me becoming a better girl. I'm not quite sure what that means, but today she dragged me, and my best friend Hart, to a day spa. If becoming more girly means I get a massage every day, then sign me up! Somehow, I don't think that will be the case though.

I foresee hair dye, mani/pedi's, waxing, and all sorts of other torture women put themselves through in my near future... At least I'll look pretty? Although, I kind of thought I looked pretty already. According to my mother though, I'm a work in progress. Wish me luck?

Love from,
I really wish I wasn't being tortured in the name of beauty,
B

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Hello world...

I'm currently sitting in the Newark airport, reluctantly waiting for my flight to Colorado. Char was kind enough to drive me today. On the way to the airport, we stopped for our traditional morning coffee, BK mocha joe's. One last coffee drive together, at least for a month...

I've never wanted to stay somewhere so much in my entire life.

Much love from you're little bird,
B

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