Laughter is the best medicine, and the funniest.

Coca Cola is like Comedy. Haha, funny right?

Execs at Coke tout that they have come up with the perfect blend of ingredients so their product perfectly complements any menu item on earth. Comedy should seriously look into that marketing shtick.

No one, and I mean no one, dislikes comedy. Sappy Romance movies don’t appeal to the masses (don’t pass the tissues, puh-lease) and I am perfectly content for Mystery to remain a mystery, but laughing is just fun. Whether you’re down in the dumps or just looking for some good quality entertainment, Comedy movies are the surefire way to amuse.

In fact, unless you’re calorie, carb or sugar conscious, (in which case you go for the four letter D word) then you have probably enjoyed a good ol’ Coca Cola in the past week. No matter what you paired it with, it was probably an awesome experience from start to finish.

I’m not saying you have to pair Comedies with Cokes – although the two fit nicely, I’ve just noticed that there aren’t very many things in this world that have an almost 100% likeability factor. As far as I can see Cokes and Comedies take the cake.

So drink your drinks and laugh your asses off (or attempt to?) because someone somewhere is jealous of at least one if not both of those little pleasures.

Wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin'

Birthday candles, Dandelions and Wishbones …. What could these 3 things possibly have in common? Nothing comes to mind? Okay, you’re normal.

If you thought “things I can wish on!” then you’re my target audience. When you look around at our world today, one can wish upon so many things. Other than the above, you have the ever-mysterious shooting stars and the in synch clock. How many times have your friends screamed, “11:11! Make a wish!” Yeah, we’ve all been there frantically thinking of something before the time runs out. Okay – so I may have wished that I could come up with a better wish next time... once or twice.

Regardless, I feel as if every time I turn around someone is urging me to set goals, dream big and reach for the impossible. It’s great in theory, but how many of us turn those once all-important wishes into actions?

I just think that beyond that split-second birthday candle blowout and those shooting stars, we should carry our wishes with us wherever we go and continually strive towards there attainment. The reason we have given ourselves so many times to create wishes is that I think we’re secretly afraid to wish crazy impossible dreams for no reason.

It can’t be that every wish I ever made on my candles came true – or else I would have about 15 ponies sitting in my backyard. There goes that myth (sorry to any and all of my 5-year-old readers.)

So think about it … stop waiting for 5:55am and pm and start creating those wishes on 5:54 and 5:56. They have just as much chance of coming true!

Gotta Go, my friend found a wishbone and there’s a guy I have my eye on.

Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game

So, about this time last week I caved in and got an iPhone. Things were going great in the land of Apple until I discovered the free scrabble app Words With Friends. (never heard of it? Good. Keep it that way). I don’t think ive been this addicted to gaming since summer camp and the card game war. Those were the days.

So WWF comes into my life and its safe to say for the past week I’ve been on a word frenzy flipping from one game to the next, checking and rechecking for the coveted free letter tile and prime triple letter spot. Until I realized something.

Im not that good. I mean, I know my English, please – im a writer. but something about the word placement and the making things fit and the stress of the solo q gets me every time.

On the flip side, I have an opponent, well call him Jim*(names have been changed to protect the privacy of the scrabble prodigies). Jim has talent. Jim can play and see the board through eyes that I just cant. Funny thing is, you would never know. Seriously, never. He isn’t the most eloquent speaker, hes not majoring in English or Comparative Lit, and he spends most of his time on the bball court. Makes you wonder right?

How many people are walking around right now with hidden talents that the world will never discover? How many of us haven’t even unlocked our own potential for domination? Okay – ill slow my roll. But it makes sense. As soon as we think we need to be one type of person, we tend to shut down the other parts of us because of a lack of interest or previous failures. If Jim wasn’t seriously urged by his friends to download the free app, would he have ever realized his scrabble potential? Who knows?

I just wrote my longest entry about a game on the iPhone. Embarrasing? Probably. Technologically advanced? D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y. (10 points!)

Where's My 15 Minutes?

I kind of like Reality TV. Okay, so I don’t sit there with a bowl of popcorn yelling “fight fight” at the skanky drunk girls on Real World or Road Rules. But I do like the Biggest Loser and Real Housewives of (insert current city here).

In the beginning, Network Execs found a niche in the MTV community in which high school and college aged kids would spend hours upon hours to watch their alter egos down the drinks and dance the night away.

Then it got boring. So we moved on.

American Idol came at a good time – it breathed some life into the withering genre of Reality TV. Then came the other shows. Now some think that our society has been inundated with shows about other people’s lives, but I just think we have options. Now, if you don’t so much care about how people design clothes then you can watch people fight for the ultimate apprenticeship. If that doesn’t suit your fancy then click on over and watch ten women fight for the love of one fame-seeking runway modelesque bachelor. Oooh let the games begin.

Americans want, nay, neeeeed options. We love to choose what and who we watch. It’s just more fun that way. Where does the conversation go after you’ve exposed all the secrets your neighbors are hiding under your very nose? (newsflash – there are no secrets, we don’t live on Wisteria Lane people). So Reality TV steps in and gives us the juicy real world gossip we all just seem to lack. We have even coined a new term for people who are famous for well, uh…being famous.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Kim Kardashian – TV personality. And I think the Situation would somehow agree. With a fist pump perhaps?

And That's a Wrap

People often laud me for my inherent ability to end my blogs with a bang. They say that I have a knack for ending these spritely entries on a short but witty note. I just like to think of myself as any other performer (with less of an entourage, much to my dismay).

Songs aren’t over till the fat lady sings, singers always end with an encore, and the credits don’t run until the good guy wins, which he always does. Our culture just loves good endings. No matter the hell we put ourselves through – whether by reading an awful book, watching a sappy movie, or sitting through the kindergarten version of Joseph and the Technicolor dreamcoat (sorry, sis) we forget the hours upon hours of misery (again, sorry sis) if things end perfectly. Ya know that old saying alls well that ends well?

Who ever made that up could just sense the value of a great close. Don’t worry, im not going anywhere, I just wanted to relay the fact that I am highly aware that I can say whatever I want for 2-3 paragraphs and as long as I provide a laugh at the end then my day is done.

Breaking up with your boyfriend over email doesn’t have to be hard! Just end the rant with full permission to take advantage of the drink specials at the local strip bar and the boy will love ya forever.

Mother Knows Best

People say home is where the heart is. Theyre wrong. Im not cold and ruthless, I swear – I just have another opinion.

Alas, alack, home is where the stomach is.

When you call mom up and say youll be home for the holidays, does she say awh sweetheart what kind of pepcid ac can I get you for that heartburn? No (because that would be weird.) she asks you what she can cook/bake/whip up for you! Its just the natural response. We children can be away anywhere from the 8 hour school day to the 4 year college stint – and still expect a homecooked meal waiting upon our arrival.

The eastern world accuses westerners of being gastro-minded and food obsessed, but I think we just know how to make a person feel right at home. Do restaurant commercials not say “…like your mom used to make?” do matchmakers not tell single women everywhere that a way to man’s heart is through his stomach?” they do!

Home is where you hang your hat, home is where you wear your pajamas until dinner, and home is where you bring your boyfriend when you need to promise him that you, too, will one day make that killer green bean casserole. Pass the pepcid?

Frosty the Beach Bum

Let it snow, let it snow, let it – what? Are we actually singing this is in March? As young hopefuls, we eagerly refreshed our Gmail inbox every five minutes in hopes of those crucial little words, “school is canceled.” When the email finally arrived at 1:30pm, I think I speak for all of us when I say there was a wave of relief felt throughout the campus. It’s now 2:55 and I’m still in shock.

Snow – that white little flurry stuff that Northeasterners hardly notice but drives those living South of Mason-Dixon to our fireplaces and hot chocolate packets. We have a knack for rushing to shut down our lives when we see 32 degrees. Hey, I aint complaining though.

The only thing that I can think about is that Spring Break is four short days away and unless Mother Nature makes a sharp 180 degree turn like my mom sometimes does while driving, I think we’re all fixing to trade in our sunscreen for building bikini-clad snowmen.

Nevertheless, the weather in Athens never ceases to confuse me and the winter wonderland persists. Christmas in July anyone?

Breaking the Silence

As self-appointed Queen Chatter Bug of my generation, I never really understood the value in silence. All that silence is golden stuff was just another way of saying “I’m quiet cause I’m boring,” AKA it was foreign to me. I had so many thoughts constantly running through my brain that I was dying to share with the world. And share I did.

Whenever I found myself sitting in that gnawing, annoying thing that is the quiet I eagerly broke it because it was just plain uncomfortable. Until recently that is. I’m not saying I’m mute-bound or anything, oh god no, but I am saying that I have recently discovered there can be just as much value in what is said as in what isn’t. You can really read a person who doesn’t try to awkwardly fill the voids with mindless babble, but rather chooses their words with a bit more care.

Silence helps you enjoy the movies. With silence you can hear the bird song and with silence comes opportunity for thought and reflection.

So for my closing sentence, __________________.