Fried Deliciousness.

At the risk of putting myself into one of the biggest stereotypes of the south, I am telling you, some foods [i.e. most foods] are better fried. Blah, blah, blah, it's unhealthy and waaah, my arteries are clogging. Yeah, I get that, okay? I don't over indulge, I swear. At least, I try to behave. The point being, I, Tiffani, a few weeks ago, tried my very first fried oreo ever. And it was amazing.

It's that time of year when the county fairs start rolling in with their sketchy rides, untrustworthy carnies, and overpriced fair food. I hate the fair. I don't ride the rides, the carnies freak me out, and I hate it when they call me "sweetie." However, I do love the ferris wheel and I have a love affair with funnel cakes. For funnel cakes, I brave the fair. As it happens, Eli loves funnel cakes, loves the ferris wheel, but hates the rides, too, so we make a trip to the fair for funnel cakes and a ride on the ferris wheel. We get in line for the cakes, and I see the sign. The sign that says "Fried Oreos: $4.00." I asked Eli if we could get some since we've never tried them before. They were amazing. I can't even explain the deliciousness that filled my mouth. Oreos covered in funnel cake batter, fried, and sprinkled with powdered sugar. My friend in DE had told me of all the fried foods she gets at the fair each year, but I hadn't ever actually tried anything. I wanted to try some of the other delicious things, but neither I nor Eli could stomach it. After eating the funnel cake and two Oreos a piece, we were stuffed. Sadly, because they apparently fry twinkies, Snickers, and, wait for it....Starcrunches. I could eat an entire box of Starcrunches in one sitting if I didn't have a tiny bit of will power. 

Yes, biting into these, I heard my arteries cry out in horror. 

Haters gonna hate.

Alright, I'm not saying I'm perfect. In fact, I'm far from it. I still tend to be a judgy-pants more than I should, but a lot of that is simply because the remarks I have are sometimes witty and funny. That's not an excuse, but I'm going with it. My point is, if you do something that may or may not be morally okay, I'm not going to judge you on it necessarily.Especially if it's none of my freaking business. I know that in every scenario there are two sides to the story. Sometimes the other side is completely useless, but it's there. I'm sorry I'm ranting, but I tend to let people get under my skin. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's more so true when certain people are judging/saying things about me that they know nothing about or only know half the story. Even more so, if you have done the same thing, or even worse, then you need to climb right on down off of that high horse you've been prancing around on, and get over yourself. Seriously, someone needs to punch you in your hypocritical face. I really do need to let it go, it's just hard. But, haters gonna hate, right?
End rant.

On to more exciting news, I have been made aware that not only is Disney Pixar re-releasing Finding Nemo and Monsters Inc. in the theaters, but also Beauty and the Beast AND The Little Mermaid. Call me a child, but I got ridiculously excited about this. Then again, I was crazy amount of excited about The Lion King, which I saw, and loved even more than I thought was possible. Unfortunately, The Little Mermaid won't be in theaters until 2013, but who cares? It's coming, and I am ready. For now, I'll just count down to January for Beauty and the Beast.

So. Much. Win.

Emma Stone and a Boyfriend

I know it's been forever since I posted, and I apologize! I've actually had somewhat of a social life(shocking, I know) here recently and I just haven't had time to sit down and update.

"Her name's Tiffani. No, it's Emma! No! Just call her 'Hollywood'"

It's Saturday night, and I'm at a wedding reception with my best friend and the one girl who hates me more than I ever thought anyone could. Talk about awkward. Accidentally made eye contact with her, and I felt like I had been staring into the eyes of Satan himself. Due to the fact people who know her may or may not read this blog, I won't disclose the reasons behind her hatred. Just know that I understand her dislike towards me, I don't like her either, and it was incredibly awkward to be in the same room. Needless to say, when she left, things got a little better. Small town wedding reception, groom has a camo cake. DJ plays mostly music I've never even heard of. Apparently, he was a DJ for clubs and what not...get the picture? It was too, too funny to watch these boys get out there and try to dance. Pretty sure I saw them doing the "lawn mower" more than anything! 

After the reception, we had plans to go to the bar with some friends. Of course, we didn't get there until late and almost didn't find a table. Luckily, two guys the guys we went with knew were there and we sat with them. We're all chatting and having a good time when one of the guys I didn't know stares at me. Our conversation went like this:

Guy - "You...look like some movie star..."

Me - "Emma Stone?"

Guy - "YES! You look just like her!"

Me - "-laughs- I get that a lot."

He calls me Emma for the rest of the night. He pulled our waitress over to the table to tell her I look like Emma Stone. Then, our friends sister got there, and she was already pretty drunk while we were on our way to being so. She's being introduced to all of us and when it gets to me I say, "I'm Tiffani." Then Eli says, "No, she's Emma!" then someone else says, "Noo, she's Hollywood!!" Poor drunk girl was so confused. Everyone that night called me "Emma" or "Hollywood." 

Hmm...maybe...

"Girlfriend...I am someone's"

I have been waiting to blog about this for a while now because I wasn't really sure how much detail I wanted to go into, but I feel like now is a good time. Basically, I've been dating this guy, Eli, for a bit now, and he's pretty awesome. Saturday he called me his girlfriend. We had all been drinking when he said it, so I didn't really think he meant it. And, of course, I had to go be an idiot about it and say he wasn't allowed to just call me that, he had to ask me. Really. What am I, sixteen? Anyway, I texted him about it later to see if it was something he actually thought about or if he was just drunk. Turns out, he was thinking about it. So, now he's my boyfriend. Totally went into girl mode and cheesed so hard. 

Those are really the only two super interesting things that have happened lately! I'll try to post more, I promise!