Are You What You Eat?

My family eats like any other family I suppose. My mom makes food, people eat it once they get around to it. We rarely have sit down dinners anymore, other then for special occasions, birthdays, holidays, etc. etc. For special occasions, or sometimes on regular days, we have galubsi, which are cabbage rolls, or borscht, which is a kind of soup, or other Russian foods, because that is where my family is originally from. These foods seem to be very traditional Russian things to eat. My family doesn't eat too much fast food, not nearly as much as other people that I know, which doesn't really fit into the whole American traditional McMeal epidemic.
When my family does have family dinners, it's a really good bonding experience and family dinners should probably happen more often, for all families. Food is sort of something that brings everyone together, because everyone eats it, so people can relate through food.

___________ Is A Community

Myspace is a community. It is used to keep in touch with old friends, to make new ones, and just to see what people are up to with their present day lives. People comment, message, and blog. There are over 206,458,309 people that are involved in this "community." The "myspace.com A place for friends"logo implys that if you have a myspace profile you will get friends. This is very appealing to people that sit at home on their computers all day and don't have very many friends.
Myspace is a chance for people to be whoever they want. You can't really know that someone is what they are in person, when they are that online. People's interaction on myspace hold its together and keeps it going. There is a pluthera of smaller groups within the whole entirety of myspace which also helps to hold it together.
People feel the need to be involved in groups with people that are interested in the same things, and to converse about their lives, even if noone really cares, through bullitens and using their "about me" section on their profile. People like to feel like they have somewhere to vent about their lives, or just to keep in touch with their friends. Myspace is the new way of keeping in touch, because it is much faster then mailing letters and more convenient then calling someone sometimes.

Although this is an easy way to keep in touch, it's also an easy way to get bothered by creeps. The downside of having a myspace is that there have been many known cases of myspace stalkers, also myspace is a place for drama. There have been many issues with schools and people gossiping or harrassing each other over the internet.

I fit into this community because everyone fits into this community. No matter what you will fit in some part of it if you want to try to. I want to be part of this community because I know that if I didn't talk to a lot of people on here, I probably wouldn't find the time to talk to or hang out with them as much as I do now.

In My purse/wallet

My purse is overflowing with what one would call "stuff." A long, long list of stuff. Maybe even longer then long, including: One Coconut Melon Juicie hand lotion, one mint container with a snowflake on it containing two mints and one Advil, one container of sour tropical icebreakers, one deodorant, one toothbrush, one thing of floss, one school schedule for college with an online English class and a painting class on it. Floating around in the midst of this stuff is more stuff, including: one Costco paper with a long number/letter sequence and a license plate number on it, one pack of gum, one strawberry gum Icebreakers container filled with different sized gauged earrings, one LARGE pair of sunglasses, three straws in a Summer Straws box. Adding to all of the above is: one container of hand sanitizer, one paper with a name, number, and web sight on it, a pack of empty gum, a copy of What Happened To Lani Garver by Carol Plum-Ucci, an empty composition notebook, a key chain with more toys/whistles on it then keys, two lighters, four permanent markers, a pencil, two whistles, 3 lip glosses, one chap stick, mascara, and loose change. Incase you were wondering, yes, I do have an extremely large purse. In the wallet I have a couple of school ID cards, old and new, every copy of drivers permit I have ever received, my drivers license, a library card, a build-a-bear stamp card, a debit card, a random assortment of ID cards belonging to someone named LYUDA, random rolls of cash, a change section full of change, safety pins, hair pins, and earrings.

Putting all of my stuff back I realize that if I ever did lose my purse then I would be losing a lot that I find to be a necessity to get through every day. If someone ever found my purse and looked through it, they would probably think I am a pack rat that is overly prepared for any situation that might have bad breath involved. Someone might think that I am a smoker with my two lighters. One might think that I am a very obsessive person, because I tend to have a lot of one thing in my purse/wallet. They would know my exact weight, height, and the fact that I've had my bangs going in the same direction since eighth grade. They would know I drive some sort of a ford. A person searching through my things would probably assume that I am overly unorganized, but by thinking that they would be correct.

What someone wouldn't know about me by looking through my things is that although it says my eyes are green on my license, they change according to my clothes, surroundings, and mood. Or that even though I have two lighters in my purse, I have never smoked anything in my life and I am involved in Teens Against Tobacco Use. They wouldn't know that my red and white mint container with a snowflake on it just happens to match the sheets on my bed. Someone would not be able to know that I have a book in my purse that I've read at least ten times just in case i get bored or happen to have time when I'm not at home to read, same with the empty notebook but for writing. Someone wouldn't know that I am the kind of person that swerves while driving because I get too absorbed with how the moonlight is making the foggy sky looks. Or that I can hardly handle being without my cellphone because I keep it in my pocket instead of my purse. Any random person looking through my bag would not know that I am sitting here in pants that some would consider to be all-around "too tight," listening to Oasis, and watching my puppy climb around under my bedspread right this very second.

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I dont know what to write here so I'm just going to say this is almost the colour of my walls. Well half the walls in my room. And the background of my blogger account is black because it saves energy...Doesn't it? Like Blackle.com. It's raining outside and I'm finally going to bed. :)