Winkey Face? ;)

        SO The Littlest Tuna has been home from her college trip for a week, but little did she know about the adventures that would arise when she returned to the littlest pond that she calls home. But before I get to the real chase of this blog lets just have a moment of clarity. They call me the Littlest Tuna, in basic I LOVE TUNA, for no real reason. Some women love pickles, some crave icecream, no my ransom cravings usually call for tuna or peanut butter..but the littlest peanut butter was just not cool enough. And 'the littlest' is self explanitory, Im amongst the five shortest people I am aware of (the ones that don't get scholarships for being a little person anyway). The walking chastity belt is my loving older cousin. She is basically just like me except older, wiser and a good bit friendlier (most of the time). This being said we are both awesome, beautiful, christian women who are virginous and pretty much clueless when it comes to men. .. as most women are. BUT BACK TO THE POINT.
           There is a new twist in the plot of my life lately and we shall call him Winkey Face,WF or ;) , depending on my mood. He is cute, sweet, sarcastic and just your basic teenage dude who apparentally loves horror movies to the maxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Winkey Face has been talking to me every night on Facebook since we began talking two weeks ago. At first he was stand off-ish and acted fairly uninterested. But over the weekend we didn't talk and after I got back to school we still gave those akward looks in the hallway that pretty much say "i want to talk to you, but I dont want to be the one to start the conversation" just the basic frustrations that occur during the 5 minutes in between classes. Finally being seriously lame and having watched too many romantic comedies, I decided we needed to know more about each other so we played a less epic version of 20 questions. I learned he likes snow boarding, tennis, scary movies (seriously!), reading, smallville and all other things awesome. Then he started asking me random questions and then proceeded to criticise my every answer but apparentally his sarcasm did not translate to me very well and I got slightly miffed when he said i was a 'baby' for not liking scary movies and not being able to watch them alone. That was when I realized I had the latest Nightmare On Elm Street on my computer and decided to watch it alone, at night, on a school night and I was determined to not be afraid of Freddy. Fortunetally by the end of the movie I was so exhausted I passed out and drept about my usual things (boys, candy, unicorns,sparkles etc..) Afterwords I tagged him in a facebook post because I wanted him to know about my little endevour in attempts to up my awesome. He then told me that the movie wasn't even scary and the acting sucked. I then asked him to share his knowledge on the subject and the conversation seemed to go off from there. Although, The walking Chastity belt made my life rather difficult whilst I was trying to flirt and not seem weird (which is hard for me believe it or not actually). TWCB wanted to know what WF looked like because I will admitt that the littlest tuna has bad taste in men. Chastity seems to think that Winkey is rather cute and a nice change to the usual guys Tuna is interested in and thought it would be funny to tourment her while she was talking to Winkey because it was funny. CB held up a rather cute picture of Winkey in front of Tuna's face while she was trying to chat with him peacfully on facebook to no evail. No matter because we now have a date set for sometime after thanks giving and before christmas. Am I excited for my date? Yes. Do scary movies scare the crap out of me? Yes. Will there be possible cuddling? I'm not sure. But I will deffinetally keep you updated throughout the holidays. I think I might possibly like this Winkey Face fellow, yes I think I might.

Filling in the Blanks

Ok..so in my delusional confusion when posting about my outrageously nasty hotel room the other night I seemed to have left out some serious details about the trip. BUT the very first order of business is going to be changing 'The Puma's ' name to something more suitable; Perhaps 'The Dream Crusher' would be more suitable? Better yet, 'The Walking Chastity Belt' ? I don't know. I can't really decide because I love both of the very much so I am just going to play around with them until I decide on a favorite.

 Back to more interesting business would be that I am very glad to say that the college visit yesterday went beautifully. Not only was the campus absolutely gorgeous, but my tour guide was extremely dorky; which of course made me laugh hysterically. And the fact that she tripped, while walking backwards and then proceeded to be OCD about the dirt on her khakis was hilarious in itself. Also we were invited to watch a performance that was going to be held on campus later that evening; as our guide was boring us with the details an obvious theatre boy walked by (guy liner, skinny jeans, black scarf..typical) and shouted that if we came to the performance we could watch him get his eyes gouged out which instantly sealed the deal for me. Unfortunately we did not attend the play but I am sure that it was absolutely splendid. Who doesn't like a good eye gouging? I know I do.

Instead, after we were done college touring for the day The Chasity Belt and I ventured to the local mall where we were too broke to buy anything, so we instead just walked around and people watched for a while; given we were two of the thirty people in the mall at four in the afternoon. Although we did pass by one group of prepubescent children several times; the group consisted of three boys who looked like varying Justin Beibers and one little girl who was pretending to text the whole time. I mean really? who are you texting when your with three Beibers? Your mom? Yea, cause she would actually care. The Chastity Belt lovingly called this little troupe The Beibs; original. After walking around for thirty minutes without buying anything we decided to ditch the mall and just go to walmart, because there never seems to be a shortage of things you can entertain yourself with at walmart. We bought 1. strawberry pop tarts 2. Mediterranean Chips 3. mountain dew 4. the third season of Criminal Minds. Needless to say we stayed in our hotel room from 5:30 til 9 o'clock wondering why it felt strangely like 1 in the morning. After this realization and all the sugar I had eaten earlier finally caught up to me and I had a throbbing headache. The Chasity Belt, being the sickly thing she is, just so happened to have some Loratab that she was willing to share with me; I must admit that she warned me that I would either be one of two things 1) I could be extremely tired or 2) I would feel really good. Neither of those things really alarmed me so I graciously accepted expecting to feel the side affects after thirty minutes or so, but nothing ever happened. Until about midnight when we decided sleep might be a smart idea. That was when the meds decided they wanted to make me extremely hyper. I then started jumping around our small hotel room, on the beds and rolling around in the sheets until I got so wound up I could not escape from my taco like prison. We then watched SNL until we passed out. Sadly enough the drive home was extremely boring, for lack of a better word. And so concludes the adventurous weekend of The admirable Chastity Belt and the Littlest Tuna. Until next time....

The scetchiest hotel in existance/ First college visit of my life

So I started this month with completely innocent intentions. As a senior in a private highschool I am living it up...in my mind atleast. I've already applied to six colleges of interest and christmas is still a month away. Berry College is one of my top two choices I have in mind. I recieved a letter in the mail a few months ago about an all day college visit which would include a visit of their huge (not to mention beautiful ) campus, a financial aid informational session and all the other enjoyable things that college has to offer.
    I started off searching for the cheapest possible hotel room I could book for two days with my older cousin (lets just call her The Puma) considering she had already been through the college process and is a well educated therapist; I assumed that as long as we stuck together we could survive anything. This once easy task is being put to the real test. After driving for three hours and taking the longest possible route to our seemingly promising hotel, we arrived at a one story Howard Johnson . I swear on my life and on all things delicious and tuna flavored that the descriptions for this hotel were impressive. I should have known that it was too good to be true because it was seriously cheap. Upon arrival the Puma and I were hesitant to even get out of the car, let alone walk into the extremely undersized office, I suppose is what you would call it. Once we stepped inside the office I immediately noticed the man being waited upon has a comb over..with enough grease in it to fry an order of chicken strips. Not to mention the smell was that of a nursing home. Looking around the office i then noticed what appeared to be a toy lizard on the floor; that was until it started running around and running up chairs. Honestly, out of all the animals that could possibly infest a hotel room? lizards? REALLY?! Do things seriously get any weirder? The answer is an impecable yes. Once we left the office we drove around to check out our room situation, but as we were unloading our things into our room we couldn't help but notice that our neighbors were having fun boozing it up before the sun had even set. Then after settling in and deciding that the conditions were livable we went back out in search of food. When we arrived back at our room we hurried back inside before our friends next door could invite us in for a drink. Then we proceeded to unpack a little, eat our dinner, and call our families all while watching the normal crime thrillers that are always on TV. Although sadly enough the smell of urine has started emerging from parts of the carpet and out of the comforters on the beds. This situation is survivable but nearly unbearable. And I could not think of a better way to start a blog.