Suzanne and Claire take the UK Part 1

   Soooo, blog hiatus over! But, c'mon Tanvi you know I was pretty busy....cleaning my room and, uh, studying for incredibly stressful freshman finals.
   This is now humble brag about my AMAZING spring break. It was the best ever. So my brother Max, just finished his first year studying Psychology and Logistics at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland. And so my mother and I decided to visit him over spring break. And then me, being the little stubborn theatre kid I am, demanding that we stop in London to catch some West End shows. A breakdown of the coolest week ever follows.
    We left friday after school got out. We had a five hour layover in Dublin, and let me just say, the airport has SO MANY cute boys. Too bad I had ten-hour flight-itis and looked like a zombie and probably smelled like one too. But then we get to Edinburgh. The airport was pretty small. But we took the bus into the city and walked to our hotel (we stayed at the Macdonald Holyrood Hotel). We met my brother and had dinner at the student union.
  Now let me just gush about this city. IT IS AMAZING. Edinburgh is the capital of Scotland, and very urban/cosmopolitan/city-like, but
 1. It is clean. No litter teeming the sidewalks, no smoggy air.
 2. It has a boatload of history. I mean, there is a frosted flaking ginormous castle smack dab in the center of the city.
 3. It is BEAUTIFUL. Green. Everywhere. The city lies on top of 7 lush green volcanoes. And cobblestone streets. And cute little shops and awesome architecture.
We walked practically everywhere. We did a lot of awesome shopping in the new town (Princes Street, yo'). We walked The Royal Mile almost every day. We saw the castle. We saw the grass market street where they used to hang people daily. We toured these underground closes where people dying of the plague were shut in. WE SAW TOM RIDDLES GRAVE. My mom and brother attempted to enter countless bars where underage children were not allowed. We climbed an extremely windy, dormat volcano. We saw the university and we watched my brother play bass at his church. We ate buckets of pub food. We did this awesome free tour called the New Edinburgh tour or something like that. It was awesome and actually interesting.
Let me just warn you, however, that Edinburgh in the middle of April is NOT warm like one would expect it to be. As a Californian, I had brought mostly T-shirts. But it was FREEZING. And of course my brother was all 'This is actually reeeeaaallly nice weather'. Sure. Sure.
Also, I am obsessed with their candy. Thick, chunky Kit Kat bars? Circular, bit sized twix? I think yes.

Eating Pub Food. Delicious, fattening pub food.

Duck faces are required.

My new favorite place in the world, Calton Hill.

Oh look! A huge castle (and a lovely duck face)

 Did I mention that I saw Tom Riddle's grave?
Claire

2014 National Champions....of Disneyland.

So as some of you probably know, I was gone from school last Thursday and Friday because I was at Nationals.

Let me tell you something about Nationals. We were best friends on Thursday. I know, right? It's so embarrassing. I don't even... Whatever. So then on Thursday, I went to Disneyland and it was totally magical but I had to leave, and Nationals was like weirdly jealous of Disneyland. Like, if I would think about Disneyland while on the mat, it'd be like, "Why are you thinking about Disneyland?" And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?" So then, for our performance, which was an all-girls non tumbling intermediate team, I was like, "Nationals, we can't compete on your mat because I think you're lesbian." I mean I couldn't have a lesbian be our competition mat. There were gonna be girls there in their cheerleading skirts. I mean, right? She was a LESBIAN. So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she was canceled for the next 2 years because no one would come to her, and she came back after those 2 years, and her mats for orange and she was totally weird, and now I guess she's on crack.

So if you didn't get that, that was a Mean Girls reference. And obviously, most of that isn't true. So long story short, Nationals was terrible but Disneyland was absolutely fabulous!

You go, Glen Coco!

Aly

Girl Scout Cookies

This is really sad to tell you Tanvi, but Aly and I are quitting the blog.

Just kidding. Happy April Fools Day!
So as the title suggests, this post is about  girl scout cookies. Or, more importantly, my infatuation/obsession with them. I've always loved girl scout cookies. Its just that this year I went a little crazy. I even have my own dealer (Hannah Lee, my favorite). I have my own shelf in my kitchen pantry exclusively for girl scout cookies.

#theobsessionisreal

My love for girl scout cookies is so strong that last month, I almost begged my mother to bring me money to buy some after spotting a girl scout booth thing outside of safeway. After finding that Lemonades were only going to be sold in Orange County, I texted my aunt and had her mail me some boxes. Like the whole 'What would you do for a Klondike bar?" What WOULDN'T I do for more girl scout cookies?!?
I would across lava for a box of thin mints.
I would kiss a llama for some tagalongs.
I would run a mile for a savannah smile.
I would lick a snail for a bite of a samoa.
My love for girl scout cookies is deeper than the Marianas Trench.
Wider than an obese whale.


I think I need an intervention.
Claire

Aaron Samuels The Bagging Boy

Here is the story of how our very good friend (who will from now on be referred to as Regina George) met a bagging boy at Trader Joe's (who from now on will be referred to ad Aaron Samuels).

So Regina was at Trader Joe's with her dad one day and there just happened to be a very cute bagging boy, so Regina says, "Dad, did you try the brownie samples?" And her dad says, "There's brownies?! I'm going to go get some. I'll be right back!" And he leaves Regina with the very cute bagging boy named Aaron. Then Regina turns to Aaron and says, "So is there like an art to bagging?" And he says, "Well actually there is!" And then he tells Regina about the art of bagging. We now refer to Aaron as "____ the bagging boy"

Why are my friends so good at flirting with guys? I literally cannot go up to a guy for the life of me. I was offered $50 by Claire to get a boy's number and I couldn't do it.

I need to learn how to talk to boys.

Aly

Aaron Samuels the bagging boy. Bag my produce. Bag my joy. Oh Aaron Samuels the bagging boy I love him I love him I love him.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Frozen is officially my favorite movie. Walking into the theater to see it a month ago, I was not expecting it to be so amazing. The tears started falling within the first 5 minutes. The dialogue in the movie seems very modern and relatable, and I think that's what makes everyone love the movie so much. So, I have made a list of all the fab things about this fab movie that make everyone think it's so, well, FAB!
Things Frozen Has Taught Me:
1. The first guy you fall in love with might not be the one you end up with #SCREWYOUHANS
2. Be yourself #letitgo
3. Some people are worth melting for #everyonelovesolaf
4. True love doesn't have to be the romantic kind #sisterlylove
5. Reindeer are better than people #sven>people
6. Stores should keep winter items in stock year round #yoohoobigsummerblowout
7. Trolls are love experts #fixer-upper
8. Dress in layers #elsamightgetangry
9. A Blonde and a red head can be sisters #wowgenetics
10. Disney still has their shit together #atleastinthemovieindustry

<3,
Aly

How I Would Run the Zombie Apocalypse

Due to the excess time I have on my hands, and my newfound obsession with The Walking Dead, I have had lots of planning of how I would run the zombie apocalypse. I'm not talking about how I would solve it (lets just blast rock music out of huge stadiums to lure the zombies and then blow the stadiums up, i.e. Warm Bodies and World War Z). I'm discussing in this very public forum (don't you dare steal my ideas, haha) how I (and my partners) would start a worldwide epidemic of un-dead human beings.
 Firstly, I would infect Tilikum the psychopathic whale with the zombie virus, and he would go crazy and start a new generation of ZOMBIE ANIMALS. That is pretty original stuff. And after that happened, I would get all geared up for the human phase of infection.
 My list of needed Z.A. things; a moving van that will function as my portable walk-in closet. If you're going to be remembered as the people who start a national security issue/who will also be in the zombie children's textbooks for all of eternity, you have to make an effort on the fashion front.

 That is obviously all I am going to share with you. Can't have any malfunctions to my plan. I would just advise stocking up on canned goods and private jet fuel.
   Claire

My overprotective mother

      My mother is definitely on the overprotective side. "Text me if you're gonna go anywhere." "Text me when you get there." "You can't wear that shirt." "What time will you be done?" "Who are you going to be with?" The list goes on. Anyway, today we dropped off my little brother's bike to him after school so he could go hang out with his friends. As he was riding away, my mother noticed his helmet was not buckled so we drove to where she knew he would pass by and waited for him. He texted my mom and decided to go somewhere else so we didn't actually see him, but something else happened. We're sitting in the car when all of a sudden, a person on a bike runs straight into the bush next to the car and my mom is just like "Look at this moron. This is why you should wear a helmet."
So moral of the story: Don't run into bushes or my mom will call you a moron and if you're going to run into bushes, wear a helmet.