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1. Post Workout Hormone Surges
     Ahh, how great it feels after a workout. Each time after I run, it's like God decided to pour some daffodils and kittens on my head because he's like, "Here, good job!" and I feel like a.) I can eat everything in the world and b.) I can wear anything in the world (seriously, sometimes post-workout, I'll look at myself in the mirror and be like, uhm yeah not that far from being a future VS angel). Even the next day when your calves are a complete wreck, you know you so dig it when you can be all "Oh my gosh, I'm so sore," to your friends/potential lovers just so they know that you were Miss Workout Queen the day before (or Mr. Workout King). It's quite the ego boost.

2. Nail Buffers
      Hello best things in the world. I discovered nail buffers at the mall when this lecherous kiosk guy pulled my hand and started buffing and filing my nails, and before I could say "What the fuck get off me!" I was rendered speechless by the polished brilliance of my nails. Guys no joke, it looked like my nails may have been made out of diamonds. Thus, I fell in love with nail buffers and you can fall in love with them too. I bought my 4 sided nail buffer (file, remove ridges, smooth, shine) at Target for a dollar. It's not the best, but it totally does the trick if my nails are looking rough and I'm not in the mood to paint them (which is rare).

3. Realizing Physics to Everyday Situations

      So it's no secret that physics is the Voldemort to my Harry Potter. It would make me endlessly happy to conquer it, but right now I'm still in the Chamber of Secret stages of Potterhood and I'm nowhere near the end, and it's pretty much luck and phoenix tears that are allowing me to keep my B in that class. However, Nerdzilla that I am, I feel great when I identify physics happening in real life. For example, yesterday I was at a friend's house watching the Olympics and short track speed skating was on and when those guys wipe out, it's pretty crazy. But, I realized, astute (psh) AP Physics student that I am, that they wipe out because something interrupted the balance of centripetal force sending them flying off at a linear tangent to the (basically) circle that's involved in short track speed skating. Luckily, my friend already knows that I'm a nerd and has stopped judging me a long time ago and also is pretty intelligent, so he patiently listened and then was all "I know," which was kind of a downer but it's whatever.

4. College Acceptances
        This one's pretty obvious, but it's just nice to be validated that my life is headed somewhere and that homework was worth doing and that putting my social life on hold in the month of November was slightly worth it.

5. Corn and Watermelon
         Uh ultimate symbols of summer, check? I totally have been craving these two essential summer food groups. . .so either I'm the Blessed Virgin Margaret or I'm just growing sick of clementines and walnuts (idk if walnuts really classify as "winter" food but I really can't think of anything else and my mom really likes to toast walnuts during winter, so there ya go). I like corn in all situations pretty much, but the best is the type that you don't shuck (so the skin stays on) and then you just throw it on the grill, so when you eat it it's a little burnt-y and has this great burst of flavor like the sun exploding in your mouth or Big Bird. Fun Fact: When I was little, I always imagined Big Bird (of Sesame Street fame) to taste like grilled corn on the cob. Fun Fact 2: When I was little my doctor told me to stop drinking juice because I was too overweight. It was a tough time in my life. But anywho, I liked food so there ya go.
          Watermelon. . .I used to actually hate when I was like 6 months old because my parents tried to get me to drink watermelon juice and I was like sobbing because I was afraid of blood and anything red (this is on home video), so you can tell I've really matured as a person.
       **As a sidenote while I was searching for images: Get that butter off my corn. Corn does not need to be buttered, end of story.