"Oh how cute!..."

No story to go with this picture, but I just thought I'd make it up to you guys for my prolonged silence with a picture.
So you guys can all temporarily occupy yourselves with OOOing and AHing at how adorable and cute I once was...and then let your imaginations go wild to come up with your own theories about what happened to turn this lovely little girl into a blue-haired teddy-stabbing freak =P

As a university student on a budget, I am constantly flirting with the fine line between microwavable and non-microwavable containers. Usually I come out on top, but today a recipe for a “mile high chocolate banana pie” required ½ cup of semi-sweet chocolate chips microwaved for 2 ½ minutes to a melted gooey consistency.
I reach for one of my roommate’s lovely China-town-like-flowery plastic bowls to do the job ignoring that fact that it is as cheap as it looks. All I could think of was MMM...melted chocolate…BUT at 1minute and 23seconds; I hear a snap-crackle-popish sound. DARNIT! Then in a state of complete panic I open the door and grab the bowl, forgetting that the funny sounds probably meant that something was wrong and that the bowl was probably insanely hot…which, of course it was. Thus almost burning off two of my fingers…the bowl escaping with serious burns and a disfiguration where I had grabbed it. Hm…wonder if I can still use the melted chocolate for the pie, huh?

So the subject read: Someone Likes You, immediately a four letter word runs screaming through my head…SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM, sending it straight to my trash along with the “University Diplomas Guaranteed” and “Get Rich Fast” emails. However, curiosity…plus the fact I didn’t get any actual mail caused me to venture into my trash can and find out what this foolishness was all about.

Turns out it’s from a website called Someonelikesyou.com, which claims to be able to find out if the person you like likes you back. What you do is register and enter the names and emails of all the people you like, and they’ll send them all an anonymous email telling them to register everyone they like, and if there’s a match, they let you know.

Brings me back to the 3rd grade when this girl I knew came up to me, said the same “someone likes you”, and made me guess who it was. I think I was a late bloomer in that area and somewhat of a tomboy coz I remember my reaction being “EWWW! GROSS!”, and then I think I went and climbed a tree or something.
But I grew up sometime later and the same statement brought about a very different reaction, causing me to spend hours guessing and going through every possibility…only to find out it was my dance partner in gym class who was this tall, lanky and funny looking kid with big teeth.

Haha, boys…funny to think how interactions with those beings went from “Eww he’s got coodies!” to “*Giggle giggle*…He’s kinda cute” to “Hmm…I wonder if he’ll ask me out/on a date/to prom…”
Reminds me of high school, what a big deal was made out of the first date/flower/teddy bear/article of jewelry; the anxiety, uncertainty and rush that comes with the so-called “dating game”…been 2 years now…so this email...wait...someone likes me?...maybe this…hmm…I wonder…who could it be?

AH…but I’m not in high school anymore...plus it could just be a big fat scam…AND I can’t think of anyone to register anyways…ah…*click*…DELETED…guess I’ll never know

Sorry Matt, I know I promised an update like ages ago…but you know those darn ditches, they’re just everywhere…

Was gonna wait till tomorrow to tell you about my attempts to play the drums, but all I can hear in my head is the rhythm Matt was trying to teach me…1.2.3.4.1.2.3.4.1.2.3.4…and I think you just throw snares and kicks in there somewhere…boom boom boom boom…hmm…maybe it’s just my head pounding from my headache…
Anyways, yes, I tried to play the drums…looks so easy, but is so hard…especially for one with absolutely no coordination to speak of whatsoever…I think my left hand’s demented.
I am quite amazed at how patient some people can be. I think if I were a teacher teaching me to play the drums I’d strangle myself or something. It was fun though, I actually got to play on the drums, and for a split second when I sat down behind the drum set I actually felt cool…but then I started playing…AIYA!
There were a few of us wanting to learn, so we took turns, and for a while Matt told me to practice the rhythm on my thighs with the sticks. Guess I was practicing too hard, coz I felt kinda sore the morning after, but never really paid attention to it. Then last night I got home and took a shower, and I noticed a big fat purple bruise on my left thigh, it looked like I was severely beaten by someone with a stick…wait, I was…from now on I think I’ll practice by pounding on an inanimate object...OUCH

Second night back from Campus Challenge, and surprise surprise, I got sick! Happens every time…coming back from Urbana I was sick for months. I must admit, I wasn’t too sure about CC this year, and was actually hesitant about signing up. But on getting there I started to change my mind. My small group was really really really really cool and I learnt so much from all of them. Was also cool just to see people I haven’t seen in a while…and show them that I hadn’t fallen into no ditch. DJ Rumble actually cared enough to remind to watch out for those darn things…he also tried to teach me to play the drums, but that’s a whole other story on its own. And on top of all that, some pretty intense stuff happened, and lots of lives were changed. So I guess the event was worth the pain and suffering that comes after it…hmm might even think about serving next year for CC…but we’ll see.

I set "Random Babblings of the Superfat One" as my homepage, so everytime I open up my browser I see that not so flattering picture of me in a Goofy hat. I did this not because I am self-obessed, but as a way to remind myself to update daily...but...obviously it's not working. Sometimes when the page loads I forget that it’s my page and read it like it's someone else's Blog…and of course wonder what kinda of crack he/she is on. At times I even expect there to be a new entry...I get disappointed when there isn't one...until of course I remember that I am the one who has to update it...

So here goes…

First of all, I think I can conclude that time spent in the shampoo isle has been proven useless. My hair looks and feels the same as it did last week, and I think of top of that I'm losing some of it. Which I guess is not necessarily a bad thing as I do have plenty of hair to lose...my hairdressers always said I had too much hair, one even threatened to charge me extra for the amount of labor she had to put into cutting it.
As for the moisturizer...I haven't grown scales, so I assume it's working well.

Operation Quarter Accumulation is going quite well...I have discovered a new way of obtaining those little nickel-plated coins. See, we have these coin-operated copiers on campus...and if you put in a Loonie and press eject...Voila!…4 shiny quarters...BEAUTIFUL!...although I do get shot some strange glances, as every other photocopier is busy making that humming-photocopying sound, while all mine does is go "clunk clunk clunk clunk" as the quarters fall out...I went to campus today just for this purpose…got like 10 dollars worth of quarters...I can almost smell the fresh spring scent of clean clothes...now all I have to do is drag my butt down to the laundry room...

Oh yes, and very very good news...I got my parents to change their minds. Well my dad's colleagues did when they read my blog and yelled at him for being cruel and not letting his daughter move back home...so my dad has promised me a cot at home if I have no where else to stay. My parents love me after all...I feel special!

Spent...no wasted a significant portion of my life standing in the Hair Care isle at Shoppers. My funky, kinda cool perm has died, and now I'm left with a full head of frizz.
So I’m trying to decide, do I have "dry/damaged" hair, is it "chemically treated", "dull and tired", or "over-stressed"...do I need it replenished, nourished, revitalized, hydrated or moisturized?

I think I read every label in that store...What do I want my hair to become "vibrant shimmering", "long and luscious", "shiny smooth", "smooth and silk" or should I pay the extra 95 cents for "shiny, smooth AND shimmering" hair.
Well I finally settled for a product prescribed for "dry frizz-prone hair" which promises "ultra-manageable", "incredible shiny" and smoother hair...so next time you see me, you be the judge.
Ok two more items on the shopping list, moisturizer and facial wash…“silky smooth” or “soft and smooth”…someone shoot me PLEEEEEEASE!!!

So I guess I have more readers than I thought I had. And if you read my guestbook you'll see that people actually noticed I had disappeared...which is comforting. A few actually thought I had fallen in to a ditch...sad thing is, no one came to check on me. If I had actually fallen into a ditch, they'd be sitting around having tea going "hm haven't heard from Connie in a while...maybe she's fallen into a ditch...oh well.....", and there I'd be...still sitting somewhere in a ditch...

If you hadn't noticed I haven't updated in a while...well I was thinking last week...hmmm if I got a nickle for everyone that's told me to update...I'd have like a whole 20 cents. I was just about to give up on this whole Superfatconball blog thing (not that the name will ever die). But I looked at my guestbook today...and there were THREE new entries within the last 2 days...Somehow my WRA buddies have managed to find this site...scary how news travels on the internet...(and I'm sorry Smitty...guess Wyer's even taller than I remember...and 6'5" dang you're tall!!) Well I have been decided to continue...So to those few loyal readers I have out there (namely, Amy, Lyds, Ernest and Wongobongo <-- not sure how loyal Wongs is, but he did tell me to update), thank you!