Oberweis is crack.

Sprinkles and creamy and melt in your mouth goodness is all that I need on a Wednesday night. I cant wait until I have it again. I just finished a small cup of  Oberweis Birthday Cake and I already regret finishing it.  It had been a while since I had the pleasure of eating such a wonderful cup of ice cream. I knew what I was getting my self into when I bought it. The many calories that was in this particular cup of ice cream bothered me. However,  I didn't care I had a raging sweet tooth that needed attention. Sometimes being naughty is a sweet thing.

It had been a long day at the office today. Answering calls to annoyingly angry patients today can really put a toll on my nerves. I knew that today would be particularly shitty when I woke up. However,  after my normal pizza dinner, my sweet tooth started to kick in. I knew better not to ignore it. When a sweet tooth start to come in full force, something must me done. The first thing that I thought of when I reached for my car keys was Costco. My initial plan was to go to Costco and pick up a red velvet cake. Yes, it was that important. However, when I pulled up into the empty driveway I immediately realized my mistake. It was only ten o'clock and Costco was closed. I sat in the driveway thinking to my self on what to do. Where would I go? Then it hit me; I hadn't been to Oberweis in a while. So I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to what I thought was heaven.

On this particular night I was lucky. There was no one in line and the doors were wide open. As I made my way into the brightly lit place my sweet tooth got even more violent. My mouth watered in anticipation as walked through the single doors. The smell of bleach that would normally irritate me no longer did. My main focus was on the young girl behind the counter. Thankfully she wasn't like any other teenager and lagged on me. She was sharp and ready to take and make my order as soon as possible. I quickly told her what I wanted while trying not to slobber at the words " Birthday Cake please". Even the words made my taste buds scream. I handed her my fully loaded credit cards and within seconds the order was made. The young girl turned quickly around and headed to the kitchen to make what would then be the best ice cream that I have tasted.

I waited as patiently as I could for her to make it while staring at the words above me written in black: Birthday Cake. I stood slightly gaping at the words. My mouth was still watering so much that if I opened my mouth any larger, another ark would have to be built. She returned to me with a big smile on her face with my prize. " Have a safe night" she said. My eyes were locked onto the ice cream with the spoon already in it. I quickly made my way to the car while being careful not to let anyone see me wildly going at it.

The first bite was a memorable one. As I slid my spoon in with ease I could see the cold smoke lifting off of the ice cream. As soon as the first scoop was separated from the rest of the cup, my senses lit up. My sense of smell became increasingly powerful as I lifted the spoon to my mouth. The smell of vanilla frosting gave my nose a big cold hug. Memories of my childhood birthday parties came to mind for a brief moment as I let the ice cream settle and melt ever so gracefully on my tongue.  A hint of regret glimmered in the back of my head after every bite. I knew that after I finished the ice cream, that the sweet after taste would linger and I would want more. I knew that I was forced to watch my calorie intake despite my wild cravings for ice cream. There was nothing that I could do.

Finishing the last bite of heaven that only cost as little as five dollars was all that I had. My senses went back to their normal state and the feeling of euphoria was gone. My prize was gone and it was finally time to go back home. My long day started back up again the next day and I had to prepare myself once again. However, despite my sadness, I knew that Wednesday would come once again and my sweet escapade would start.

Faith in humanity: Tarnished

I was on facebook one day. It was a perfect day so I don't know why I wasn't outside. But anyway i was on faceook and I was commenting on this picture. Now the picture was clearly racist and every one else was commenting on how bad the picture was so I did too. I said 'Thats Racists" and two of the most annoying and idiotic people decided to comment.

Obviously some people cant spell.

So of course I am the one that says Bacon and you could already pretty much tell who the two pinheads are that insulted me. Apparently they are cousins and they both call them selves trying to tag team me with insults. They must not have known that I wasnt for it that day/ The first thing that really pisses me off about people who want to insult  people through the internet is bad grammar. 

Almost every single word they the two typed was misspelled and it made me so angry. I get pissed when I spell words wrong. I've seen people like them before but it has never been this bad. These pinheads must have been elementary school drop-outs. No on in this world should be that stupid. Really. Its people like them that just makes my blood boil. If you are going to insult me then learn how to spell.

Angry Chef: My day at school.

First I want to start off by saying that I am quite a lazy person but only at home. When It comes to school work and working in teams I am a team player. The only reason why I bring this up is because my day at the art institute of Atlanta was a very disappointing one. I am studying culinary arts and people may not know this but working at your own pace in a kitchen is highly unacceptable. That is something that a classmate of mine ( who I stupidly offered a space in my apartment to) with the made up name "Hanna". My group was made up of 5 people before. Me and the oldest person used to do all of the work in the group while the others waited around until we told them to do something. Now I am very glad that she isn't going to move in until she finds a job (which is very hard to find). If she moved in while we were in school I probably would have changed the locks and had her stuff laying outside. There have been many times where "Hanna" has slacked off during our labs. We stupidly voted her as team captain and she thinks that just because she is team captain that we can bust our asses doing all kinds of things in the kitchen and she can just do what ever the hell she want at her 'own pace'. Bullshit! Let me tell you about my "team".


Other than 'Hanna' we have 2 boys with the made up names 'Kevin' and 'Robert' both slackers. Kevin spends his time walking around aimless looking into the sky and rapping to himself and Robert will just stand there and do nothing until told to do so. If these people worked in my restaurant They would have been fired the first day. Robert had just started to get up and actually work like he is supposed to. I think that as a chef you need to get your ass up, your head out of the clouds and get to work.

My day:
I already have to get up early and get ready for school at about 6:00am to give myself time to get up. I am always walking to school and I get there at about 7:30am and school starts at 8:00am.
So I am already tired and very cranky so pissing me off would be a bad idea. Any who, halfway through class we were learning how to cut up a whole chicken. It was very easy and Robert and I were the only ones to watch the lecture. The other two were off printing out some homework they did the night before that they had a week to do. Hanna is always the first one at school so she had time. Kevin is always late so I don't know what his problem is. Either way they make our team look bad.
So after our teacher that we call Chef was done lecturing they had arrived back from the printers. I was pissed of course but I remained cool. We did what we needed to to do and when it came down to actually cooking the food Hanna told me that since in got to cut open the chicken that she would handle the stove. We had been fighting over that stove because only one person gets to work at the stove. I was alright with that because it was fair but she didnt really care about being fair she wanted the stove that's all. If she didn't care a thing about that stove then she would have told me to do it. When class is near ending everyone cleans. The crap in the floor get swept and mopped up tables ar wiped. The thousands of dishes are cleaned. Well While every one was cleaning Hanna decided to work at her "own pace". I told her "Hanna could you please work a little faster I dont want Chef yelling at us." I dont know if he would but I would. She responds very nicely but with a sight attitude. "I work at my own place don't tell me what to do I'm the team captian." I respond " Well your pace isn't working for me. Im not getting yelled at and I am not getting a bad grade." And I walked off. When i came back i cleaned up the table better than everyone else had and this conceited but halfway polite sexy jerk came and grabbed me from the table and told us to help him with dishes. Of course to avoid looking lazy I immediatly came to help.

Now I agree, i can be very bossy and sometimes a little mean but i have to say that i remained very nice that day.
I don't allow people to mess around with my money. I am paying for my education there, We are being graded as a team. If one person screws up then the rest of us does.  DO NOT let people screw around with your money. Espically if your paying thousands for school.

Lets Talk Bullies!

Bullies are by far one of the most annoying bottom feeders I've ever had to deal with. Luckily I never had to experience them in high school. But seventh grade was rough for me and finally getting away from it came with depressing side effects. I went to this school call Barnyard. (Whoops excuse me) "Barnard" in Chicago. This school was small and full of demons...errr bad children from 1st grade and up to eighth. My mom and I had a very nice house (not to brag) but we did. It was one of those cozy homes that you would feel at home in. Like your grandmas house. Remember this part because it will come up soon.

People over there were pathetic and always angry with each other. They fought each other like a bunch of monkeys fighting over one banana. And This girl named Melody was one of them.  My first day there was fine. No one bothered me and no one really even saw me. I was very shy. I stayed far away from people especially these kinds of people. Mainly because you could not really interact with them. It was more interesting to just watch them. But watching got me in trouble. In this school if you were too quiet people would get suspicious. And they did.

People would do all kinds of terrible things to me that would leave me speechless. Class mates spat on me and my stuff, Since the school was too cheap to put locks on our lockers. Girls would share lockers. I would come out very day and my stuff would be on the floor and scattered across the hallway. I was also very thin so comments about my weight and the way that I looked would sometimes be thrown at me. I felt like a kitten stuck in quicksand. It was terrible but that's not all that would happen. I'd have groups of people beat me after school and other people would get into groups and make fun of me before and during school. This random kid would sometimes throw his food at me for laughs. I had even had someone come up to me and pull out a gun on me at the playground.He wasn't going to shoot me but the fact that he did it made my heart heavy and my chest feel like it was expanding farther than it should. I was even afraid of my own home. It wasn't safe there either. Those people knew where I lived and  that was the worst part. That cozy home that I felt so safe in was now a pain cellar.


We finally moved after that year and our move was to Orland Park Illinois. It was nice suburban area that i felt was a great way to make a fresh clean start. It was great.That is until I started doing class presentations when the extreme anxiety and depression started to make its way to me. I would shake and tremble in front of people and would have nightmares about what would happen to me when I was at "Barnard". And it didn't stop there either. I kept having these nightmares at night and would tremble at the even thought of  getting up in front of people. It was depressing and I still have major anxiety now. People who know what happened to me.


This message goes for everyone:

If you ever feel like your being bullied don't be afraid to tell some one like I was. and don't wait too long to get help because that will create problems for you socially. There have been many cases where people were too afraid to tell some one they could trust and they ended up killing themselves or the bullis killed them instead. Save yourself. Please...

"I am fat" some words of advice for girls and maybe guys

Hey its Victoria. And yes I'm bitching again today.

A few days ago at school I heard some girls talking about how fat they thought they were in the lunch line. Now I know these girls, but I wont say there names in respect to them. But these girls (like all girls at school) get on my nerves.
Now I did not create this blog to bash on girls. Because I am a girl. But some topics that bother me happen to involve girls. And I feel that this topic is important. So it's time once again to be honest.

The first thing that I am going to say to all you girls out there is: GET A GRIP.
There is no such thing as being fat. People say that weight matters in this day and age. People think that if your not lighter than a pencil or thinner than a piece of paper you aren't worth talking to. I use to not believe that until one experience with a friend of mine. I went with her to a interview at the mall. She was applying at Gilly Hicks. Now for the record Gilly Hicks is absolutely awesome. Even after the experience there, the friend and I still shop there. But anyway; she went in for an interview and was criticized by an employee (BEFORE the interview) about her weight. It wasn't a direct comment. She just heard the comment being made as she walked away. And I heard it too. She then decided to just walk out. Now my friend isn't skinny.She isn't fat. She is curvy and gorgeous. And she let a comment like that stop her from achieving a goal. And that just isn't right in my book.

For starters. You can be skinny, average, or curvy. Just don't let anyone treat you like garbage. Keep your head up and treat yourself with respect. Your body is your temple and the only person that can destroy that temple is you. That is why you must practice being confident. When a girl or a guy says something that makes you feel less of yourself just brush it off no matter what they say. Because they are just people. And words should not matter. And what exactly are they gaining from it? Nothing. If you force yourself to believe that no one can bring you down. Then no one can. All they can do is talk. And talking means nothing.

The word fat is mostly used when referring to someone's weight. But in my opinion that word should not even exist in a person's vocabulary. Especially a woman's. Not to bash on us. But we do kind of make a big deal out of things.

All I'm saying is that we all need to look beyond certain things in life. We are all beautiful people. So let's look beyond our weight and other physical appearances. Because because beauty is ONLY skin deep. :)
This is Victoria. And I have been honest. I mean, I cant lie.

Guys you can take this how ever you want.

Girls: The Anatomy of female dogs

I hate mean girls. Most Girls are mean. I'm sorry but that's just how I feel. Almost Every girl in the whole entire world has been thought of as a bitch to another girl right? And I am just that other girl. To me its a competition. Survival of the hottest or survival of the cutest. Each and every single girl in the world should know that they are being judged most girls Whether it be out loud, inside, or behind their backs. Because lets be honest. How many girls are talking about their "best friend" right now? How many of you girls out there are saying to your other friend "What the hell was she wearing today?" Alot. Its normal right? Us girls are in a competition every single day. I mean, you cant walk down the street without some girl or even some gay guy staring at you. And that brings me to another topic. Jealousy.

Yes, We all know that word very well. Every girl young and old have used it. Especially when referring to another girl. Lets create a scenery. You are walking down the hall at work or at school and some girl whom you don't even know looks you up and down. You weren't even looking at her at all.You were just minding your business. You weren't even thinking of her. But as you are walking past her, looking at her from the corner of your eye and finally focusing your attention to where you were walking s that you don't slip in your 6 inch Jeffery Campbell's the trick decides to say under he breath "Bitch". Your heart thumps one hard thump that makes your arms cold and your chest hurt. Now you hadn't even said anything to this girl yet she decides that she wants to say something about you. What is that called ladies. Jealousy. the little green monster or bug or what ever the hell crawled up her ass is what is making her so jealous of you. How do you cope with this kind of behavior. Well There are a couple of non violent and non verbal ways to cope w/ girls like the one I described here.

1.) The next time she does that to you just laugh to yourself out loud. And that doesnt mean laugh like you normally do like Bobo the clown just did something stupid. Just a slight but easy enough to hear giggle. Keep walking. That ought to piss her off.

2.) Smile at her. The same as giggling except your not making any noise. That should confuse her and piss her off. Women all work the same that way. And if she smiles back at you then she is being just as fake as you are. But keep that relationship going. There have been times where the fake smiling actually turned into a friendly relationship. But if that happens keep your private life to a minimum. Because her fakecould actually be still there.

3.) And last but not Least. If she puts her dirty hand on you. Kick her little ass. And don't stop until she's down for good. No, killing her is not what i meant. When you kill a girl socially that means you have embarrassed the hell out of her. But killing her for realzz isn't acceptable at all.

I really hope that this has gotten through to some girls struggling out there. If you have any requests then just tell me and I will post about it. This is Victoria. And I have been Honest.

Pilot.

So this my first blog EVER....That's a lie. It really isn't. I have another one that I rarely use anymore. Witch I should. But anyway, My name is Victoria and welcome to TheHonestMonster. This blog is basically about me being honest about every single thing that goes on. This is like my little public hiding spot. If no one like what i say. Then that is fine. Just stop reading it. Don't complain to me. I stick to the first amendment. My other blog is Charliehorseofheart.blogspot.com. I might think going back. I might not. Who knows.