Confessions of a Tetris Addict, and Other Stories

Confession that may not be news to you at all: I take this blog way too seriously. A few weeks ago I was shopping with Jon and came across a graphic tee that rudely proclaimed "No one cares about your blog." Nervously chuckling, I showed it to Jon to scrutinize his response (which wasn't decipherable), and then quickly hid the shirt behind a mannequin just in case he secretly purchased it later to nonchalantly wear in front of me. "Oh, this old thing? Weird. I didn't even realize what I put on this morning... did you take the time to read it, by any chance?" Heaven forbid my boyfriend not love my blog.

It's not really for him anyway; it's for you. As of late, a surprising amount of people have sheepishly admitted to me that they read this... as if it's a shameful thing, to stalk. What's up, guys! Forgive me if my conversations with you have become a little lax as of late... it's sorta hard to engage in new and interesting topics when you consistently interrupt me with "Oh yes, I read about that already. Page 3. Yawn." I swear, my generation's children will be born with iPhones in their hands, and tweets already typed out: "Just born! Not as bad as I expected, now onto Operation: Don't Let Mommy Sleep." Think I'm joking? A friend of mine has a MySpace for her two year old kid. Read: toddler. Still isn't potty trained and she's already got her Top Friends all figured out. Mark my words, if the O's and ten's will be known as the social networking era, then it's gonna be trendy for our kids to be social outcasts and loners. Sidenote: Please don't think for a second that I don't want you learning about my life through my blog. I kinda like it a lot, and am now deathly afraid that you're going to go hunt through stores for that darn T shirt, ducking behind mannequins in your greedy quest to quell my blog...

I happen to have a really addictive personality. Besides social networking, it's shoes, tanning, Twilight, wedding blogs, changing my hair color, shopping retail therapy, and guacamole -- just to name a few. My latest and greatest obsession is a delightful little game that I like to call Mindless Bliss. You probably know it as Tetris. Yes, Tetris. You read that right. It's nerdier than my Star Wars trading cards collection. I'd like to think that it makes me smarter. I recently wrote a nine page paper on Tetris and what it says about human nature -- it says a lot, in case you weren't aware -- and in my paper I discussed a study that was recently performed, pitting students that regularly play Tetris against students that have never played, to test changes in brain activity after three months. The findings were astounding! Brains of individuals who regularly play Tetris are larger than the brains of those who don't. Only problem is, scientists find no correlation between the swellings that occur and actual cognitive intelligence of any variety. Meaning... my brain is bigger than yours, but for no good reason. Great. Mind you, that's not going to get me to stop playing. Although school starts in a week and it might be dangerous for this addiction to continue while I attack 19 units.

As of yesterday I'm back in Home Sweet Laguna Beach for the first time in over a month. Back to listening to my three year old roommate scream while getting a diaper change. Oh, how I've missed this. Not. She probably updates her Facebook status as it happens.

What I really do miss is throwing my parents' border collie a bajillion slobbery tennis balls. Drinking wine out of communion cups with best friends. Smoking hookah while learning about Jesus' amazing love. Traversing the bitterly cold but oh-so-worth-it streets of San Francisco to scout out the best pizza joint. Sushi with old friends and Rock Band with new ones. My long trip home was a fantastic end to a great year, but I'm more than ready to welcome this new one with waiting arms. Rest In Peace 2009... it's been quite a hoot.