Scwabble.

I hate feeling stupid. I hate it even more when a guy makes me stupid. I hate it when my grandma makes me feel stupid. I hate it the most when a guy and my grandma make me feel stupid and it involves sucking at a board game.

So one night last year a friend from school who was in Vancouver (I was in San Diego) asked me on facebook chat if "I wanted to play scrabble." Seeing that we were in different cities, I thought he was joking. So I said, "how did you know?!?" Next thing I knew I was invited to an online scrabble game. Oh, he was serious.

I go along with it and play the stupid scrabble game. He is really fucking good. It's humiliating. He uses almost every single letter on every turn. He uses words I have never heard of. The score was like 400 to 50. He spelled thing like ambiguous and the longest word I got was goat. We weren't that good of friends so I left feeling rather humiliated about about little rendezvous. He later told me that his mom had been the state champ at scrabble and he was a badass too.

Another time was when I was visiting with my grandma a couple of years ago, and a similar experience happened. She killed me-completely put my words to shame. So now after another experience like this I am pretty sure I am border line mentally handicapped. It was time to take action. I went home to Hawai'i to find my mother had also become a scrabble maniac. She humiliated me too. So I began to play with her everyday. I got pretty into it and started memorizing obscure words that use Q and X.

My game has improved significantly and I would like a rematch with my friend. I play almost everyday with my two cousins. They are six and nine. The six year old is named John. He doesn't pronounce his Rs and says, "ALEXXXX!!!! Can we play scwabble???" He can't come up with words so I sabotage his turn and innocently suggest words to him that better my agenda. It's sick but I love winning. This way I can take advantage of their young minds to get my daily satisfaction of a win. I remember my stepdad telling me during tennis season of my senior year that he didn't think I had that "fire to win" that a true competitor has. Guess he was wrong.

fresh veggies, sunshine, scrabble, and a beautiful man. What more could a woman want?

Niche

I have looked at some web sites about ways to improve a blog ect. They all give ideas for posts such as "interview someone from your niche" or "Use compelling graphics/charts outlining interesting numbers/facts about something in your niche." "Discuss a current event in your niche." I don't want to have a niche. You may not confine me to a stupid niche.

On a non-niche note...

I'm so into scuba. High off it right now. All I can think about is "fuck school, I want to advance my dive career!" I want to take all these cool dive courses like wreck diving, night diving, rescue diving, and maybe even become a divemaster. It's so cool to be able to breathe underwater. Enough said. Have a trip planned to La Jolla cove this weekend and to Catalina island the next. So so so excited.

Also boo-boo moment this last Friday. At a grad party for a neighbors son... My little cousins beg me to do the "walk on my hands trick." AKA I can walk on my hands fifteen yards or so. A bunch of people start getting excited about it so I finally agree. I walk across the pool deck maybe fifteen steps and then my elbow completely gives out and my chin slams into the gravel surface with no brace from my arm whatsoever. I look down and there is blood on the ground and twenty sets of eyes on me. They scream "are you okay?" "let me get you some ice" ect. I was fine... I was bleeding out of a huge gash on my chin, but not hurting too bad. I had drank a single beer and can't help but wonder if this beer was the culprit of my super humiliating wipe out in front of so many people. So lame. I hold a napkin up to my chin the rest of the night to stop the bleeding. Some cute guys show up, I don't know if they were cute. I looked like a dick with my bloody napkin and all, so I hid in the corner all night. Wouldn't you have done the same?

PS. Heard a couple funny jokes from a trolley driver the other day.

Where is a pirates favorite place to eat? Arrrrby's.

What is a pirates favorite food? Arrrrtichoke

What is a pirates favorite kind of socks? Arrrrgyle