I made this the other night of me talking about absolutely nothing for about 2-3 minutes then got tired and just stopped talking. I didn't actually intend to post this version but oh well here it is.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Mr. Donald Fauntleroy Duck
I love obscure, lesser loved Disney characters. Now although Donald is by no means obscure or unloved, most people are unaware he has his own theme song. I love it, and find myself singing it from time to time.
Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who?
Who'd never, ever start an argument?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?
Who's never wrong but always right?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one - but Donald Duck!
Who's got the sweetest disposition?
One guess, guess who?
Who'd never, ever start an argument?
Who never shows a bit of temperament?
Who's never wrong but always right?
Who'd never dream of starting a fight?
Who gets stuck with all the bad luck?
No one - but Donald Duck!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Birthday season
I love the holiday season. I think my favorite part though is when everyone asks me about Christmas presents and I, with a smug look on my face say, "you know what's after Christmas right?" Growing up I didn't like my birth date much, four days after Christmas and two days before the New Year, I'm a holiday sandwich. But now I think my birth date is perfect and love the atmosphere I'm able to celebrate it in. Sure my Christmas/birthday gifts may be combined BUT they tend to be pretty amazing. I also get to enjoy my age for an entire calendar year...I mean I'm aware everyone does, but mine is basically January - December. Sixteen more days until my birthday, I can't wait :)
Monday, December 12, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Survey time
The funny/annoying thing about being friends with my younger cousins on facebook is the types of things that they and their friends are constantly writing. I just saw this particular quetionaire, rather liked it and thought instead of posting it on facebook, I'd post it here
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Grrr
Am I short tempered? I don't consider myself as such, but it's days like today that make me wonder how it's possible for others to annoy me THIS much, this early in the day. It is also days like today that remind me of some things that make my blood boil. Here's a list of 5 of my pet peeves.
1) People who don't know when to drop an argument - This is/was the problem today. I don't understand why someone would continue to bring something up that there is nothing we can do about now, and it really wasn't that big of a deal in the first place. Sure, sometimes I like to argue for the sake of arguing, and it may seem like I'm picking a fight, but I know when to quit. I know when to walk away and hold my tongue. Lucky for me I am able to get over things relatively fast, so once I've had time to cool off, I'm okay.
2) Straw biters - Nothing bothers me more than sharing a drink with someone and they go and bite the straw. Most little kids are guilty of this, but by now any kid I'm willing to share my drink with is well aware they are not allowed to bite the straw. On rare occasion I am guilty of this myself, but it's usually when I'm feeling anxious, besides, it's my drink I can do whatever I want with it.
3) Liars - I don't mean so much people who make up lies about themselves, but those who say they are going to do something and don't follow through. I think this bothers me so much because I tend to get my hopes up about certain things relatively quickly, so when they don't happen I get pretty sad more than anything else.
4) TOMS shoes - I wrote an entire blog post about this, I can't describe my dislike for TOMS enough. Even now I can't think of anything to say about TOMS that is not vulgar or obscene....I really, Really, REALLY HATE these shoes.
5) Strangers who sit/park next to you/your car in a otherwise empty movie theater/parking lot - I've had this happen to me more than once, and boy does it piss me off!! I've gone to the movie theaters a few times where me and whoever I'm with are literally the only people there. But sometimes during the previews a couple or two might trickle in, and with the ENTIRE theater open to them, they decide to sit, not only in the row we are sitting in, but only a few seats down OR directly in front of us....WHY?!? Why would you ever do this? Out of all the seats available to you why come and sit near me? Now I can't watch the movie in peace because all I want to do is either kick the back of your seat, throw popcorn in your direction, or talk loudly throughout the movie. BUT this is only if the theater is empty, if there are more than 10 people present, by all means go ahead and sit in my row.
1) People who don't know when to drop an argument - This is/was the problem today. I don't understand why someone would continue to bring something up that there is nothing we can do about now, and it really wasn't that big of a deal in the first place. Sure, sometimes I like to argue for the sake of arguing, and it may seem like I'm picking a fight, but I know when to quit. I know when to walk away and hold my tongue. Lucky for me I am able to get over things relatively fast, so once I've had time to cool off, I'm okay.
2) Straw biters - Nothing bothers me more than sharing a drink with someone and they go and bite the straw. Most little kids are guilty of this, but by now any kid I'm willing to share my drink with is well aware they are not allowed to bite the straw. On rare occasion I am guilty of this myself, but it's usually when I'm feeling anxious, besides, it's my drink I can do whatever I want with it.
3) Liars - I don't mean so much people who make up lies about themselves, but those who say they are going to do something and don't follow through. I think this bothers me so much because I tend to get my hopes up about certain things relatively quickly, so when they don't happen I get pretty sad more than anything else.
4) TOMS shoes - I wrote an entire blog post about this, I can't describe my dislike for TOMS enough. Even now I can't think of anything to say about TOMS that is not vulgar or obscene....I really, Really, REALLY HATE these shoes.
5) Strangers who sit/park next to you/your car in a otherwise empty movie theater/parking lot - I've had this happen to me more than once, and boy does it piss me off!! I've gone to the movie theaters a few times where me and whoever I'm with are literally the only people there. But sometimes during the previews a couple or two might trickle in, and with the ENTIRE theater open to them, they decide to sit, not only in the row we are sitting in, but only a few seats down OR directly in front of us....WHY?!? Why would you ever do this? Out of all the seats available to you why come and sit near me? Now I can't watch the movie in peace because all I want to do is either kick the back of your seat, throw popcorn in your direction, or talk loudly throughout the movie. BUT this is only if the theater is empty, if there are more than 10 people present, by all means go ahead and sit in my row.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Counting down
It was brought to my attention today that I will only be 24 for 24 more days...let's celebrate shall we?
1) Do you always wear your seatbelt?
Always, without fail! It's rather automatic.
2) Did you go to public or private school?
Public schools, private university
3) How do you vent anger?
Haha I write here....or have a chat with my dad
4) Are you registered to vote?
Of course! and I do vote.
5) What is your ringtone?
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles, that song makes me ridiculously happy
6) Have you ever had a crush on someone you never told anyone about?
Nope never! I always end up telling someone, that's something I can't keep in.
7) Are your grandparents still living?
Both my grandfathers are, my grandmothers passed away in 1989 and 2004
8) Who is the last person you called?
My grandpa to open the front door...I really should put my house key on my car key ring
9) Will you ever go sky diving?
Hell yes!! I'd go tomorrow if I had the money and someone to go with
10) What movie do you know every line to?
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971), and I quote it all the time!
11) Do you have laundry to do?
Of course I do, it's never ending. It litterally feels like there is always laundry to do
12) What is your favorite dessert?
Cheesecake, hands down!
13) Have you ever caught a fish?
Yes! And I absolutely love to go fishing, it's one of my favorite things ever
14) Have you ever eaten a crayon?
Not that I'm aware of, but I have licked play-doh a couple of times :\
15) What is your best/favorite feature?
Haha no, that's like asking me to choose my favorite Disney movie, it can't be done! I love my eyes, I love my lips, I think I have a cute nose....I just love my face!
16) What is your favorite animal?
Toss up between a penguin, polar bear, and dolphin
17) Are you wearing any perfume?
Yes I am, and I smell lovely.
18) Do you know how to ballroom dance?
No, but it is on my bucket list to learn....but seeing as I've never slow danced I think this one is going to take awhile
19) Where you a responsible child/teenager?
Indeed! Super duper responsible, in many ways I was a parents dream
20) Are you shy?
I think I am, but others will tell you I'm most definitely not. Depends on circumstances I guess, because I have absolutely no problem talking to strangers
21) What items could you not go without during the day?
Lip balm!!! Definitely, I apply and reapply about a million times a day.
22) Do you believe in fairy tales?
I'm a hopeless romantic, of course I do! I believe in happy endings.
23) Do you like pickles?
Only always! I'm a pickle fiend!
24) Favorite features in a guy?
Chins and shoulders. I can't explain it at all, cleft/slightly pronounced chins or/and strong shoulders make me melt!
1) Do you always wear your seatbelt?
Always, without fail! It's rather automatic.
2) Did you go to public or private school?
Public schools, private university
3) How do you vent anger?
Haha I write here....or have a chat with my dad
4) Are you registered to vote?
Of course! and I do vote.
5) What is your ringtone?
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da by The Beatles, that song makes me ridiculously happy
6) Have you ever had a crush on someone you never told anyone about?
Nope never! I always end up telling someone, that's something I can't keep in.
7) Are your grandparents still living?
Both my grandfathers are, my grandmothers passed away in 1989 and 2004
8) Who is the last person you called?
My grandpa to open the front door...I really should put my house key on my car key ring
9) Will you ever go sky diving?
Hell yes!! I'd go tomorrow if I had the money and someone to go with
10) What movie do you know every line to?
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971), and I quote it all the time!
11) Do you have laundry to do?
Of course I do, it's never ending. It litterally feels like there is always laundry to do
12) What is your favorite dessert?
Cheesecake, hands down!
13) Have you ever caught a fish?
Yes! And I absolutely love to go fishing, it's one of my favorite things ever
14) Have you ever eaten a crayon?
Not that I'm aware of, but I have licked play-doh a couple of times :\
15) What is your best/favorite feature?
Haha no, that's like asking me to choose my favorite Disney movie, it can't be done! I love my eyes, I love my lips, I think I have a cute nose....I just love my face!
16) What is your favorite animal?
Toss up between a penguin, polar bear, and dolphin
17) Are you wearing any perfume?
Yes I am, and I smell lovely.
18) Do you know how to ballroom dance?
No, but it is on my bucket list to learn....but seeing as I've never slow danced I think this one is going to take awhile
19) Where you a responsible child/teenager?
Indeed! Super duper responsible, in many ways I was a parents dream
20) Are you shy?
I think I am, but others will tell you I'm most definitely not. Depends on circumstances I guess, because I have absolutely no problem talking to strangers
21) What items could you not go without during the day?
Lip balm!!! Definitely, I apply and reapply about a million times a day.
22) Do you believe in fairy tales?
I'm a hopeless romantic, of course I do! I believe in happy endings.
23) Do you like pickles?
Only always! I'm a pickle fiend!
24) Favorite features in a guy?
Chins and shoulders. I can't explain it at all, cleft/slightly pronounced chins or/and strong shoulders make me melt!
Time for a change
Dear T-Mobile myTouch,
I remember the first time I saw you. It was a warm November day, and as soon as I walked into the store, you caught my eye, like a cute puppy in the window I just had to pick you up, I wanted to play with you and love you forever. So I left the T-Mobile store that day with you in my hand, and a big smile on my face because you belonged to me. We were inseparable, and our future was so bright, armed hand and screen I felt we could have conquered the world. We celebrated our second anniversary last month and it was definitely a milestone for us both. But I have to say it dear android, I don't think there we will see a third one together. You see you changed, for months now I've seen a different side of you, you've become jealous. This isn't a new problem for us, we almost parted ways earlier this year but I was commited to you and we were able to work through it. And for a while you were you again, bright and happy, and committed to me, but now you're worse than ever. You don't like for me to search for new things/places, you refuse to give me my messages most of the time, and you make it nearly impossible for me to talk to others. I will admit that because of this, I treat you badly, I slap you around, drop you, and threaten to harm you frequently. What happened to us? More like, what happened to you? I have remained lovable, and carefree, but you try my patience daily. So I want to tell you, that I'm going to move on, I honestly don't know how much longer I can continue this way. I just thought you should know, that it's not me, it's you.
Kylah
[Previous letter to my android can be read here]
I remember the first time I saw you. It was a warm November day, and as soon as I walked into the store, you caught my eye, like a cute puppy in the window I just had to pick you up, I wanted to play with you and love you forever. So I left the T-Mobile store that day with you in my hand, and a big smile on my face because you belonged to me. We were inseparable, and our future was so bright, armed hand and screen I felt we could have conquered the world. We celebrated our second anniversary last month and it was definitely a milestone for us both. But I have to say it dear android, I don't think there we will see a third one together. You see you changed, for months now I've seen a different side of you, you've become jealous. This isn't a new problem for us, we almost parted ways earlier this year but I was commited to you and we were able to work through it. And for a while you were you again, bright and happy, and committed to me, but now you're worse than ever. You don't like for me to search for new things/places, you refuse to give me my messages most of the time, and you make it nearly impossible for me to talk to others. I will admit that because of this, I treat you badly, I slap you around, drop you, and threaten to harm you frequently. What happened to us? More like, what happened to you? I have remained lovable, and carefree, but you try my patience daily. So I want to tell you, that I'm going to move on, I honestly don't know how much longer I can continue this way. I just thought you should know, that it's not me, it's you.
Kylah
[Previous letter to my android can be read here]
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't
LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLE, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-----
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
I love this poem :)
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLE, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-----
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
I love this poem :)
Friday, December 2, 2011
Hello creeper, goodbye peace
Dear old creepy guy who was trying to chat me up tonight (otherwise known as Will),
It was very kind of you to swap seats so my friend and I could sit together, but it wasn't necessary to try and make small talk to my friend to get information about me. There was no need for you to know my name, or what I was drinking for that matter. I thank you for talking to my friend though while I caught up will Hall, but even she was creeped out by you and moved. Then when Hall went to the restroom, there was no need for you to lean over the empty chair where my friend once sat to ask me where my friend went, what was with me and "the guy with the hat," then conclude by asking me if I was single. Because of this I had to pretend to go to the restroom and afterwards find another place to be. Then later as I was walking by, there was no need for you to grab my arm to ask me where I was going, I told you I was going to look for my friend but the truth is I just wanted to get away from you. I don't really understand how you didn't get the hint, and it was completely unnecessary for you to come up to my friend and I at closing and put your arm around us while you rambled on one God knows what.
Sorry Will, but it would have never worked out. Maybe on a good day you are a somewhat normal guy (I doubt it), but I didn't find you the least big attractive. Now I am not a shallow person Will, but I need to find a potential date/boyfriend/whatever at least somewhat attractive. Sorry you wasted your time. You might have had better luck talking to that one big girl with curly hair, but unfortunately I've seen her out many times and she tends to get attractivish guys. So until next time Will, though I hope I never run into you again, or at least I find another male friend to keep you away from me.
It was very kind of you to swap seats so my friend and I could sit together, but it wasn't necessary to try and make small talk to my friend to get information about me. There was no need for you to know my name, or what I was drinking for that matter. I thank you for talking to my friend though while I caught up will Hall, but even she was creeped out by you and moved. Then when Hall went to the restroom, there was no need for you to lean over the empty chair where my friend once sat to ask me where my friend went, what was with me and "the guy with the hat," then conclude by asking me if I was single. Because of this I had to pretend to go to the restroom and afterwards find another place to be. Then later as I was walking by, there was no need for you to grab my arm to ask me where I was going, I told you I was going to look for my friend but the truth is I just wanted to get away from you. I don't really understand how you didn't get the hint, and it was completely unnecessary for you to come up to my friend and I at closing and put your arm around us while you rambled on one God knows what.
Sorry Will, but it would have never worked out. Maybe on a good day you are a somewhat normal guy (I doubt it), but I didn't find you the least big attractive. Now I am not a shallow person Will, but I need to find a potential date/boyfriend/whatever at least somewhat attractive. Sorry you wasted your time. You might have had better luck talking to that one big girl with curly hair, but unfortunately I've seen her out many times and she tends to get attractivish guys. So until next time Will, though I hope I never run into you again, or at least I find another male friend to keep you away from me.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
How quickly things change
On this day exactly a year ago I wrote my bucket list. I woke up one Dec 1, 2010 with so much enthusiasm, so much optimism, and such a thirst to enjoy life, as I had never felt before. This time last year I wasn't in the best of places, I was still staggering from a 5 year relationship that ended in the blink of an eye, where I felt blind sided...in a moment my life and change, and it wasn't until this day last year, I decided to do something about it.
If I could only go back and talk to myself then, help dig myself out of the hole which I was trapped in. Oh the things I would tell myself...which others told me, but never seemed possible...but they are. Everything everyone said was true, everything my family said while they dried my eyes was absolutely true. But I guess it's something you need to realize for yourself.
I never thought I was going to be happy again, but I find myself now happier than ever before! I felt like the world had ended, and yet it is proven to me day by day that it has not. I thought I'd never meet anyone again, and yet I've meet so many utterly amazing people. Lastly, I never thought I'd have fun again, I never thought my life would be anything other than gloom and misery, BUT that has to be the biggest pack of lies ever! My New Years resolution to make 2011 my best year ever has so far been a complete success. I've done so much!! I've seen so much! I've had more fun this past year than I can remember having in such a long time, and the best part is that I still have a whole month to enjoy it.
I am blessed. I am truly and utterly blessed, to have in my life the people I do. To be able to experience the things that I have. To be able to look forward to the wonderful direction my life is going in. So to those in my life, whether I've known you for years, or met you yesterday, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, you've helped me shape who I am today.
If I could only go back and talk to myself then, help dig myself out of the hole which I was trapped in. Oh the things I would tell myself...which others told me, but never seemed possible...but they are. Everything everyone said was true, everything my family said while they dried my eyes was absolutely true. But I guess it's something you need to realize for yourself.
I never thought I was going to be happy again, but I find myself now happier than ever before! I felt like the world had ended, and yet it is proven to me day by day that it has not. I thought I'd never meet anyone again, and yet I've meet so many utterly amazing people. Lastly, I never thought I'd have fun again, I never thought my life would be anything other than gloom and misery, BUT that has to be the biggest pack of lies ever! My New Years resolution to make 2011 my best year ever has so far been a complete success. I've done so much!! I've seen so much! I've had more fun this past year than I can remember having in such a long time, and the best part is that I still have a whole month to enjoy it.
I am blessed. I am truly and utterly blessed, to have in my life the people I do. To be able to experience the things that I have. To be able to look forward to the wonderful direction my life is going in. So to those in my life, whether I've known you for years, or met you yesterday, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, you've helped me shape who I am today.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The grammar police part II
I apologize in advance for this second grammar rant.
I don't understand it.....I just don't understand it. Can you explain it to me? How is it possible for people born and raised in this country, whose primary language is English really be so grammatically inept? This could of course also stem from the fact that people just don't read as much as they should, but that's a whole other subject. I just got a message from someone who said they were 'aloud' to go....was it said in a loud audible voice? No? Ohhhh, you mean 'allowed' then? Thank you sir, you are an idiot. Okay that may not be fair, it may have been a simple mistake right? Wrong, previous conversations with this person lead me to conclude they are as far from intellectual as I am from being quiet and reserved. Don't even get me started on the person who said they wrote a 'tail.' Did these people never watch Schoolhouse Rock? Leave it up to me, I shall educate the hopeless.
Watch it. Learn it. Love it.
I don't understand it.....I just don't understand it. Can you explain it to me? How is it possible for people born and raised in this country, whose primary language is English really be so grammatically inept? This could of course also stem from the fact that people just don't read as much as they should, but that's a whole other subject. I just got a message from someone who said they were 'aloud' to go....was it said in a loud audible voice? No? Ohhhh, you mean 'allowed' then? Thank you sir, you are an idiot. Okay that may not be fair, it may have been a simple mistake right? Wrong, previous conversations with this person lead me to conclude they are as far from intellectual as I am from being quiet and reserved. Don't even get me started on the person who said they wrote a 'tail.' Did these people never watch Schoolhouse Rock? Leave it up to me, I shall educate the hopeless.
Watch it. Learn it. Love it.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Good day sunshine
I absolutely positively love this song! I just wish it wasn't so short
"Good Day Sunshine" - The Beatles
"Good Day Sunshine" - The Beatles
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about,
I feel good, in a special way.
I'm in love and it's a sunny day.
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
We take a walk, the sun is shining down,
Burns my feet as they touch the ground.
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
And then we lie, beneath a shady tree,
I love her and she's loving me.
She feels good, she knows she's looking fine.
I'm so proud to know that she is mine.
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine.
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine,
Good day sunshine
List geek
I like lists. Okay that may be an understatement....I LOVE lists. I love making lists, I love rewriting lists, I love scratching items off a list (hehe hence my bucket list). While in college I found myself writing to do lists all the time, of projects I needed to do, papers I needed to write, tv shows I needed to watch. Even now I find myself writing small and utterly pointless to do lists on post its and scraps of paper. The funny thing though is that I rarely follow my lists. I mean eventually things do get crossed off but rarely in the order in which they were written. I will make a grocery list and when I go shopping I tend to only look at it after I've already gone down the aisles a few hundred times. But never the less I love my lists. With all that being said....
To Do
E-mail Dr. Greene about Christmas party
Get a haircut (no I'm serious this time, its been months!)
Look for bomber hat
Make list of 25 things you want to do before you turn 25
Send care package (I adopted a US soldier recently :) )
Vacuum inside of car
Crochet a scarf
Finish watching Twin Peaks
To Do
E-mail Dr. Greene about Christmas party
Get a haircut (no I'm serious this time, its been months!)
Look for bomber hat
Make list of 25 things you want to do before you turn 25
Send care package (I adopted a US soldier recently :) )
Vacuum inside of car
Crochet a scarf
Finish watching Twin Peaks
Monday, November 28, 2011
2 points for me
Thanksgiving day success!! Highly stressful, and oh so much work but item #163 was crossed off. Woohoo!! The food actually turned out amazing, but I don't know if the satisfaction that comes from knowing you cooked from scratch is worth the hassle. But as the saying goes, "a penny saved is a penny earned"....ehhh that's not right. "All's fair in love and war"...no, no wrong again. Let me give this another try, "every cook praises his own broth"...yeah that'll do.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Gobble gobble
I'm exhausted! I spend the entire day baking pies for tomorrow. I never realized how tiring Thanksgiving preparations are. I have so much to do, and need to start early, because like I said before, we usually eat around 1-3. The thing that is keeping me going is the satisfaction I know I'll feel tomorrow when it is all over. But for now, sleep is calling my name
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The grammar police
I can't stand bad grammar. It really is a pet peeve of mine, and I often correct people when they say such things as "more better", "can you itch my arm/nose/back/whatever", and the ever so popular misuse of "your and you're" -_- It honestly drives me nuts. I just saw a facebook status update that propted this post, it reads:
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I am an iron chef
I have decided this year to cross off yet another item from my bucket list. Bucket list item #163 - cook a Thanksgiving meal from scratch - will hopefully meet its graphite/ink maker in less than a week! This is a pretty large undertaking which, when armed with my knife and apron shall be conquered. I have already written the menu, recipes have been printed, all that is left for me to do is buy the groceries (fun) and wait for my shining moment on Thursday. The meal is going to delicious!
Ha! I wish I were so confident in my cooking abilities. If it were only so easy! I'm so stressed right now, I don't know how I will ever manage. I literally want to cook everything from scratch, and want to limit the amount of boxed/can items I use. As cooking this way takes significantly longer than the American hurry up and watch football method, I will need to organize and see what recipes I can prep/make ahead of time. Unfortunately I don't have the luxury of the afternoon as we tend to eat our Thanksgiving meal around 1-2 pm because in my household football rules. That and my grandpa says it wasn't likely the pilgrims ate at night, so we shouldn't either. Oy vey!
Ha! I wish I were so confident in my cooking abilities. If it were only so easy! I'm so stressed right now, I don't know how I will ever manage. I literally want to cook everything from scratch, and want to limit the amount of boxed/can items I use. As cooking this way takes significantly longer than the American hurry up and watch football method, I will need to organize and see what recipes I can prep/make ahead of time. Unfortunately I don't have the luxury of the afternoon as we tend to eat our Thanksgiving meal around 1-2 pm because in my household football rules. That and my grandpa says it wasn't likely the pilgrims ate at night, so we shouldn't either. Oy vey!
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Cry me a river
I started watching a show on Netflix called Jockeys, which as it's name states follows race horse jockeys throughout various races. I've really enjoyed the show, but in season 2 they began to feature a new jockey, Iggy Puglisi, and I have to say I don't like him. Why you ask? What is it about this particular jockey that makes me want to pull my hair out whenever he's on screen? He's sensitive. He looks like he is going to cry whenever he speaks, he has sort of a whining voice, he's one of those guys who all the other men can push around. And because of this, and perhaps the biggest offense of them all, he reminds me of an ex boyfriend :\
Now I don't want to give the impression that I think sensitivity in a man is a bad thing, it is not. But there is such a fine line between good sensitivity and overkill! I am reminded of a scene in one of my once favorite movies, Bedazzled. The movie stars Brendan Fraser and Elizabeth Hurley, where she plays the devil and grants him seven wishes in exchange for his soul. For his second wish Elliot wishes to be emotionally sensitive.
Now I don't completely agree with her, I don't want someone who will ignore me and pretend to like me but she's right, enough is enough. I suppose I'm a bit traditional,I want to be with someone who is kind and caring, but also not opposed to getting in a fight if he needs to! A real mans man, who can hold his own while hanging out with a group of guys. I don't think that's too much to ask for.
Now I don't want to give the impression that I think sensitivity in a man is a bad thing, it is not. But there is such a fine line between good sensitivity and overkill! I am reminded of a scene in one of my once favorite movies, Bedazzled. The movie stars Brendan Fraser and Elizabeth Hurley, where she plays the devil and grants him seven wishes in exchange for his soul. For his second wish Elliot wishes to be emotionally sensitive.
Now I don't completely agree with her, I don't want someone who will ignore me and pretend to like me but she's right, enough is enough. I suppose I'm a bit traditional,I want to be with someone who is kind and caring, but also not opposed to getting in a fight if he needs to! A real mans man, who can hold his own while hanging out with a group of guys. I don't think that's too much to ask for.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Total failure
Okay I've tried, but I can't hold it in any longer. I can no longer remain silent on this subject! I have to say it....I absolutely, positively, super duper, mega, HATE TOMS!!! I think they are the ugliest shoes in the world! They look as if they were put together using scraps of duct tape. They are hideous, and how people can wear them and think they are stylish is beyond me! Oh what was that? They're comfortable? So is not wearing a bra, but who's going to start that trend? I bet you are all the same people who wore Crocs, weren't those ugly sandals "comfortable" as well? You should all start a club, the ugly footwear club, I guarantee you'll have no trouble finding members, but please don't bother the homeless as they all probably wear better shoes. Oh go ahead, tell me that they are for a good cause, and when you buy a pair a kid in a third world country gets his/her own pair, blah, blah, blah. Well you know what? I sure hope that TOMS gives kids a better pair of shoes, because apart from being ugly, TOMS look like they wouldn't last a 2 mile walk! And kids in need of shoes obviously need shoes that are going to last them!The worst part about this horrible stain in American pop culture is that the shoes generally run $50....umm yeah no thanks, I'd much rather buy myself a pair of converse and donate the difference. But please everyone, continue to buy these ridiculously ugly shoes, perhaps one day I may need to to pick up my dogs waste and not have a bag, in which case your shoes will do just fine.Monday, November 14, 2011
Mr. Sandman bring me MY dream
It is no great secret that I am a hopeless romantic, and as part of this condition I have a tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. I like to think that I am generally a happy person and although this has not always been the case, I am now quicker to cling to hope and optimistic thoughts rather than negative ones. Being this way isn't always easy, or healthiest, but it has made me happiest.
I like a boy. I like him so much, just so much it's ridiculous. I haven't felt this way about someone in such a long time, he is, in my eyes, absolutely amazing, and everything I'd ever want in a man. Although I didn't get to spend as much with him as I'd like, I have memories from our time together that continually make me smile, make me laugh, make me feel that even if for a short time, all was right with the world. A short message from him instantly brings a smile to my face, and always makes my day. How much I wish I could see him again, I could hug him again, I could kiss him again, if only for a day, a few hours, but it would never be enough. The truth is, I could spend the next 50 years with this man (yes, please!) and it would never be enough; I like him that much....I love him that much.
I like a boy. I like him so much, just so much it's ridiculous. I haven't felt this way about someone in such a long time, he is, in my eyes, absolutely amazing, and everything I'd ever want in a man. Although I didn't get to spend as much with him as I'd like, I have memories from our time together that continually make me smile, make me laugh, make me feel that even if for a short time, all was right with the world. A short message from him instantly brings a smile to my face, and always makes my day. How much I wish I could see him again, I could hug him again, I could kiss him again, if only for a day, a few hours, but it would never be enough. The truth is, I could spend the next 50 years with this man (yes, please!) and it would never be enough; I like him that much....I love him that much.
Monday, October 24, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 10
Saturday was such a fun night that it would have been a shame to end it without post 2 a.m. activities! Though, it must be said that this is not helping my case that good things can happen after 2 a.m. as I witnessed my first real fight, and boy was it horrible. Like most fights this one started in a verbal disagreement which then led to some punching, and the end result was one guy, who was very nice to be and took me to dance a couple of times, with a severely bloody face. It was horrible. But as the other guy involved in the fight was also quite friendly with me, I can not pick a side. I just hate that the whole thing happened really. After that (in short) the next hour or so involved hair putty, horrible hairstyle done to my hair, massages, a very hairy ass, conversations with Jack the antenna ball, possible bruised ribs, an American flag shirt bought in England, hilarious interjections of "oh ma god," me picking up the nickname Dorothy (Wizard of OZ) for the second time in my life, fluffy pillows, and kissing.
Although situations of yesterday weren't ideal, and there was trouble and blood, I continue to believe that post 2 a.m activities = a fun time. To all those involved, which are a far to many to name personally, thank you :)
Although situations of yesterday weren't ideal, and there was trouble and blood, I continue to believe that post 2 a.m activities = a fun time. To all those involved, which are a far to many to name personally, thank you :)
Friday, October 7, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - revisited
I was once told that nothing good can happen after 2 a.m. I completely disagreed with the person, and set off to tell of my post 2 a.m. adventures....then I stopped. Funny enough it wasn't until after I stopped writing about my adventures or lack there of that I had some pretty BIG post 2 a.m. stories. Will I tell now? No, of course not, the moment has passed and I can hardly remember the day or details of the events. But today is a new day, and a new chance to bring you along on the randomness that is my life. I make no promises, I never plan for things to happen, but should today be one of those magical post 2 a.m. days I come back and report.
In the process of making chicken soup, which feels like a greater undertaking than it actually is. The chicken is thawed out now, I hear the microwave calling my name.
In the process of making chicken soup, which feels like a greater undertaking than it actually is. The chicken is thawed out now, I hear the microwave calling my name.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Ready for October!
As the last day of September begins I can't help but meet it with a smile on my face. I am so thankful and happy. I had a chat with my dad a little while ago (we have our best chats in the early hours) about my life, about what I wanted to do, wanted to see, wanted to accomplish. We talked about things I could/should do, and the tone was different than it has been before. At the end of the conversation my dad said "You should look into going abroad, it sounds like it's something you really want to do." Oh how right he was, but my fear has always been his disapproval for it. Other times we had talked about it and he would say "why do you want to go there for?" "what are you going to do there?" I know the idea of letting his first born and only daughter out in the world (further than a drive away) has terrifies him, and I know it does still, but I'm glad he realizes now that that would make me happiest. So that's what I'm going to look into now, teaching English abroad, because that would make me happy. I am ridiculously excited about it, you can't imagine.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Blah
I'm writing a novel in my head, yet I can't find the words on the keyboard. When the words do manage to find their way onto the page that old villain Mr. Backspace callously sweeps them all away, as if they were never written.
My head feels fuzzy, no doubt due to my most beloved friend, Sinus Pressure. He always seems to find me when there is cold air about, and instead of wrapping me in warmth, he digs his claws near my nose and eyes and refuses to let go. I am not suited for cold weather, but can only hope this is not a permanent condition.
Currently in a Frank Sinatra kind of mood, let me move aside thoughts and feelings, and allow you a glimpse into my mind
Frank Sinatra - "The Way You Look Tonight"
My head feels fuzzy, no doubt due to my most beloved friend, Sinus Pressure. He always seems to find me when there is cold air about, and instead of wrapping me in warmth, he digs his claws near my nose and eyes and refuses to let go. I am not suited for cold weather, but can only hope this is not a permanent condition.
Currently in a Frank Sinatra kind of mood, let me move aside thoughts and feelings, and allow you a glimpse into my mind
Frank Sinatra - "The Way You Look Tonight"
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
No promises
I'm a liar. What I mean to say is not that I mean to lie, but I have long promised to come and write about the last couple of months (the lost months), and I have failed to do so. To be honest I have not felt like writing much at all. I have a few hobbies, writing is one, and I tend to go through phases with them. The problem with me is that while I'm in one of my hobby phases, I devote myself completely. When I'm going through a reading phase for instance, I stop all other hobbies and I just want to read every chance I get, same for when I'm drawing (either with graphite or digital). Right now for instance I'm really into crochet, my new hobby, and I have little interest in any other hobby. I know I should write more often, not only because I enjoy it but because it is good for me; it allows me to drain all the thoughts that fill my head but I don't want to stop crocheting to write. There are a couple of books I'd like to read, but again I don't want to because time that I spend reading could be timed used to crochet. I have even let my nails go unmanicured. Is this healthy? I'm not sure, probably not, it seems borderline obsessive. It is a quarter past four and I only recently put down my crochet hook, I can't explain it, I feel like I need to do it.
So why am I here you ask, when I could spend this time crocheting a few more rounds in the Trojan band helmet pattern I'm working on. As of late my thoughts have been weighing heavy on me, and I don't really know what to make of them. I've been thinking about things from my past that I should not be thinking about, because I know that if my mind were clearer such thoughts would not occupy an inch in my head. But enough on that, I don't want to talk about that, I really have nothing to say on that subject.
Why is it that just now as I have begun to type that my nail length seems to bother me. I have typed other things on the computer recently, long documents in fact, and it is only now that I find my nails are too long.
I find myself in a rather odd situation at present. The answers should be clear, a real no brainer, and yet I am struggling with it. A lot more than I should/than I let on/than I want to. There is a guy, whom I like, a lot...a whole lot, a ridiculous amount even. I can't help it, I am very taken with him, even now when I haven't seen him in over a month. From what he says and all that I've gathered he likes me to, and says he misses me. What's the problem then you ask? Well he lives over 5,000 miles away. He was only here (in the US) for about a month, but we spent the majority (more like the entirety) of that month (July) getting to know each other. By now you may have guessed that he is British, and he is my Mr. Darcy in so many ways. As silly as it may seem one of my fondest memories I have of him is him reading Pride & Prejudice to me, in his lovely British accent. And much like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, when we first met, we did not initial like each other. He thought I was mean, and I thought he was stuffy and couldn't talk a joke. First impressions are not everything. I like him so much that I do not want to date anyone else. Someone asked me out on a date recently but I couldn't in good consciousness go out with someone who was interested in me, while I'm completely smitten with someone else. This guy rocks my socks!! Thinking about the time we shared together makes me smile and laugh. I truly miss him, and although we talk on facebook from time to time it is obviously not the same. There is this silly thing of an eight hour time difference and an entire ocean between us. Do I let him know how strong my feelings are for him? No, not the full extent, that would be impractical and ridiculous, besides guys don't like clingy girls, right? Does he have a girlfriend? possible, very likely in fact (though he told me he didn't) but this isn't of much importance to me. Him and I are so much alike, in all the best ways of course, and though the circumstances are not at all ideal, I am so, so, so glad I met him.
So why am I here you ask, when I could spend this time crocheting a few more rounds in the Trojan band helmet pattern I'm working on. As of late my thoughts have been weighing heavy on me, and I don't really know what to make of them. I've been thinking about things from my past that I should not be thinking about, because I know that if my mind were clearer such thoughts would not occupy an inch in my head. But enough on that, I don't want to talk about that, I really have nothing to say on that subject.
Why is it that just now as I have begun to type that my nail length seems to bother me. I have typed other things on the computer recently, long documents in fact, and it is only now that I find my nails are too long.
I find myself in a rather odd situation at present. The answers should be clear, a real no brainer, and yet I am struggling with it. A lot more than I should/than I let on/than I want to. There is a guy, whom I like, a lot...a whole lot, a ridiculous amount even. I can't help it, I am very taken with him, even now when I haven't seen him in over a month. From what he says and all that I've gathered he likes me to, and says he misses me. What's the problem then you ask? Well he lives over 5,000 miles away. He was only here (in the US) for about a month, but we spent the majority (more like the entirety) of that month (July) getting to know each other. By now you may have guessed that he is British, and he is my Mr. Darcy in so many ways. As silly as it may seem one of my fondest memories I have of him is him reading Pride & Prejudice to me, in his lovely British accent. And much like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, when we first met, we did not initial like each other. He thought I was mean, and I thought he was stuffy and couldn't talk a joke. First impressions are not everything. I like him so much that I do not want to date anyone else. Someone asked me out on a date recently but I couldn't in good consciousness go out with someone who was interested in me, while I'm completely smitten with someone else. This guy rocks my socks!! Thinking about the time we shared together makes me smile and laugh. I truly miss him, and although we talk on facebook from time to time it is obviously not the same. There is this silly thing of an eight hour time difference and an entire ocean between us. Do I let him know how strong my feelings are for him? No, not the full extent, that would be impractical and ridiculous, besides guys don't like clingy girls, right? Does he have a girlfriend? possible, very likely in fact (though he told me he didn't) but this isn't of much importance to me. Him and I are so much alike, in all the best ways of course, and though the circumstances are not at all ideal, I am so, so, so glad I met him.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Summer's end
I'm back. I never meant to be away for so long either, but it amazes me how quickly time seems to go by these days. Let me acquaint you with all that happened in the last two months.
July - This is probably going to be my best/worst month all year
July 7 - Went on date with a British lad named Daniel (this proves to be important later)
July 8 - Saw my bestie Lee for the last time before he went back to England
July 9 - Met a lovely guy, Adrian (Ade for short) who was going to try and fill Lee's shoes
July 10 - Spontaneous trip to Wal-Mart with Ade
July 12-19 - Travel alone for the first time in my life - Texas bound
July 22 - Best night ever! I had so much fun this night.
July 24 - The day I lost my best friend
August - Average after the amazingness that was July
August 6 - Last time I saw Ade before he went back home
August 10 - Moved back home (home repairs = stayed at my aunt's)
August 12 - Finished my first crochet project (three years in the making)
August 19 - Met a different Lee
August 24 - Found a new direction in life
August 27 - Had dinner with my "best friend"
And there it is, a summary of the last two months. There are a few things I would like to talk more about in detail in the next few posts.
July - This is probably going to be my best/worst month all year
July 7 - Went on date with a British lad named Daniel (this proves to be important later)
July 8 - Saw my bestie Lee for the last time before he went back to England
July 9 - Met a lovely guy, Adrian (Ade for short) who was going to try and fill Lee's shoes
July 10 - Spontaneous trip to Wal-Mart with Ade
July 12-19 - Travel alone for the first time in my life - Texas bound
July 22 - Best night ever! I had so much fun this night.
July 24 - The day I lost my best friend
August - Average after the amazingness that was July
August 6 - Last time I saw Ade before he went back home
August 10 - Moved back home (home repairs = stayed at my aunt's)
August 12 - Finished my first crochet project (three years in the making)
August 19 - Met a different Lee
August 24 - Found a new direction in life
August 27 - Had dinner with my "best friend"
And there it is, a summary of the last two months. There are a few things I would like to talk more about in detail in the next few posts.
- My trip to Texas
- Losing my best friend
- Crocheting as my new hobby
- Ade
- New direction for my life
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Hello there
It's been awhile I know, and wow has so much happened since I last posted. I promise to play catch up on everything...just not today. Soon, I promise. In the mean time, here is one of my current top 5 favorite songs. Surprisingly, this one is not by The Beatles.
"Just Like Heaven" - The Cure
"Just Like Heaven" - The Cure
Saturday, July 9, 2011
BFF
Friendships sometimes start under unusual circumstances, and the length of the relationship and quality of the friendship is often unpredictable.This is my bff Lee. We are ridiculous together. He taught me all about the horribleness that are ginger people* and introduced me to English pancakes, which by the way are amazing! Since meeting Lee about a month ago, we have talked virtually everyday, where we talk about everything and nothing at all. But sadly Lee is leaving tomorrow, he's in the RAF (Royal Air Force) and his time spent here is up for now. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss him. But he and I have it all figured out, I'm moving to Manchester and opening up a pancake shop, where Lee will always get free pancakes, and in return he is going to teach me British slang. *I really don't think people with red hair are any worse than any other demographic BUT the British have made teasing gingers a sport! In a previous post I said that I was told all gingers "smell of twiglets and fox piss." When I tell British guys what I was told they laugh hard, and then assure me it is true.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Date night
I went on a first date tonight. I hadn't been on a proper first date since February, but this time I had an exceptionally great time. His name is Daniel, he's 29, and British. The funny thing is that I hadn't met him until today, so it had a blind date aspect to it. It's actually an interesting story, you see about a month and a half ago I became friends with a British female soldier name Jenny, we exchanged numbers so we could go shopping or hang out. Anyway, the phone that she had was lent to her by the Royal Army, and when Daniel got here a couple of weeks ago he was issued the phone. Well it turns out my number was still stored in it, and so he texted last week and we started talking. Shortly after we became friends on facebook, and he asked me if I would show him around. My showing him around quickly turned into a movie thing, which then included dinner. Typical date, but I had so much fun! He is such a gentleman, well mannered, polite, witty, and his accent and good looks only added to his charms. We plan on going out again soon, which I am really looking forward to because this was one of the best nights I've had in a long time.
Friday, July 1, 2011
6 down 6 more to go
My New Years resolution this year was to make 2011 my best year ever. Well half the year is done and gone, and I thought it would give a 6 month update. So far, I love 2011! It is definitely one of my favorite years, and I hope it only gets better from here. I've met so many great people, have gotten myself in some pretty epic shenanigans, and although I haven't checked many things (or any) off my bucket list I am pretty optimistic. Sure there are certain things that I wish I could do over, and people I wish I would have never met, but in all I think those are the things that have made the good stuff that much better! I have learned to live life without regrets, and have definitely become more outgoing. I enjoy being ridiculous, and I'm having so much fun. This is one new years resolution that I'm glad I've kept!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 9
So I haven't written a 2 a.m. post in a while, because the truth is I've been good! Haha what I mean to say is that I have not really been out past two, and the nights that I have no shenanigans of any kind have taken place. Is that a good sign? Well I don't know, its not as much fun that's for sure. Last weekend was the closest to a post 2 a.m. shenanigan that I've had in awhile, but alas things fell through. I just wanted to assure everyone that I have not forgotten about the 2 a.m. challenge, I just haven't had anything to write.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
O father! My father!
I had planned to write something about my dad on Fathers Day BUT our A/C was out for a couple of days and Father's Day was the worst! Needless to say I was grumpy Sunday night. My room was literally 85 degrees, and miserable. But that is all fixed now, and I awoke this morning under the much needed warmth of my comforter.
This is my dad, his name is Marc. Our relationship is unconventional at best. I hate to admit it but him and I are a lot alike. We're both too intelligent for our own good, have accumulated quite a bit of useless information, can't help but say most things with a sarcastic tone, are often incapable of giving a straight answer, enjoy pointing out the follies of others, and have a fondness for everything ridiculous.
We often spend our time together discussing current events/family matters/television etc. trying to outwit each other every step of the way. My dad is definitely a laugh. Other than computers he hasn't truly embraced technology (refuses to get a cell phone, doesn't use his e-mail) but he did start his own blog...on his door. It's more of a message board but my brother and I comment on his "posts" with post-its. It's rather hilarious because most of things he writes are nonsensical. On June 16 he wrote, "squiggly line...oh squiggly line." 
Sure he drives my brother and I nuts most of the time. He jokes around when we want him to be serious, has been known to embarrass us in public, does not believe in evolution (this is a huge argument topic between us), is a horrible driver, and can be very annoying when he's feeling playful (think 6 year old). But I can tell him anything, and he will listen free of judgement. He knows exactly what to say to make me feel better in every situation, and is my go to fix it guy. As much as I joke about trading him in for a newer model, I love him, and he's the best dad I could ask for.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Starr time
I've been on a Beatles kick lately. I can't explain it, especially since growing up I hated The Beatles (haha my dad loves The Beatles and would always listen to them in the car, I think I hated them to spite him). But currently I've been listening to the same two albums (Revolver and the Blue Album) over and over again. Today I watched A Hard Day's Night for the first time on Netflix and absolutely loved it! Not only did it allow me to actually see them walk and talk but it solidified my love for Ringo Starr. He is by far my favorite Beatle. There is such an ease in his manner and a jovial personality that I quite like. I also happen to 
think he was/is the most attractive of the bunch. I can't explain it, but it may be his puppy dog blue eyes when coupled with his dark hair that I find utterly amazing. And to be honest I don't see anything wrong with his nose. I think I was first introduced to Ringo (sight wise) during the first season of Shining Time Station where he was Mr. Conductor. After the first season he was replaced by George Carlin and the show was never the same. Even now at the age of 70 I still think he's a good looking guy, and is definitely more attractive than Paul McCartney who was often considered the cutest Beatle. I'd join him in an 'Octopus's Garden' anytime.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Moving picture weekend
This past weekend was a definite movie weekend! Of course some were better than others but overall I enjoyed them. However I really don't feel like writing full reviews for them so you will have to content yourself with a score and a sentence or two.
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules - 85/100
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules - 85/100
- Yes, it's a kids movie BUT there were parts that made me crack up. However I didn't like it as much as the first one, partly because there was more Rodrick. I don't like Rodrick.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 47%
- Let me just say that the ending left me thinking "What the hell?" Also the movie reminded me a little of Ocean's Thirteen, but it help my attention and made me want to steal a car.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 78%
- I actually didn't finish watching this movie, I just couldn't watch anymore. I'm not saying it was a bad, it just really didn't interest me.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 30%
- Even though I had originally protested to watching this movie (from the trailer I feared being in a similar situation) I really enjoyed it. I love romantic comedies, and I would have rated this movie higher, but the ending upset me a little.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 15%
- What was going on in this movie? I watched it and I'm still not entirely sure.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 83%
- I loved this movie! It was super cute and funny. The ending also had a twist I didn't entirely expect. Definite Disney magic!
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 89%
- I was slightly disappointed when Natalie Portman handed Chris Hemsworth a t-shirt. But physical physique and amazing accent aside, I didn't enjoy this movie as much as I have other Marvel films. Don't get me wrong I liked the movie, but I felt something was missing.
- Rotten Tomatoes score: 77%
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Draw me a story
I'm currently back on my drawing kick. I've loved to draw for as long as I can remember, but I go through phases. My current medium of choice digital, using my pen tablet that my mom bought me for Christmas three years ago. I posted a couple of other pictures I drew a couple of months ago that are done in graphite (fancy way to say I used pencils). I tend to alternate between the two mediums, mostly because I think charcoal and pastels are too messy. Anyway, I don't know how long this current kick will last but I think I've drawn my best digital sketches yet. I drew one of my friend Amy and incorporated photoshop layers for the first time. I'm tempted to play around with different textures now and see what sorts of things I can come up with.A song for every occasion: restlessness
I've had a headache all day, and it's not just a headache, it's a sinus headache. These are the worst but are usually the only type of headache I ever get, and I don't get them too often. But my head has been fuzzy all day. I feel like I can't comprehend things correctly at present, and since the lyrics to this song don't make sense, I thought it was a perfect fit.
The Beatles - "I am the Walrus"
I am he, as you are he, as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo
The Beatles - "I am the Walrus"
I am he, as you are he, as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation t-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.
Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Nightfall
Whatif
by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
Fight On!
I AM a Trojan. I have both a bachelors and masters degree from the University of Southern California. While I was there I was part of The Greatest Marching Band in the History of the Universe, otherwise known as The Spirit of Troy. This is my school, and those are my people. Earlier this week someone referred to USC as my ex-school and the statement has continued to bother me so much I felt compelled to write this post. See to me the prefix ex refers to someone or something that for whatever reason you no longer want any association with. I do not feel this way about 'SC at all.
I love USC. I love everything about USC, from the famed Tommy Trojan, to my dear Cromwell field, to the smell of the magnolia trees. Not to mention Traveler VII is just about the best mascot any university could ask for. How many times during a semester did I ride my bike alongside our beautiful brick buildings, and smile because I was happy to be there, smile because I felt I was part of some exclusive club others only wished they could belong to. And words can not describe how magnificent it is to hear Tribute to Troy and Fight On! play in the background while you are sitting in class.
Why is 'SC so dear to my heart you ask? To make it short, it was/is my first home away from home. It is within the gates of Cardinal Gardens that marked my first apartment. It is drinking SoCo with my section on Friday nights before football games. It is the four story bookstore that entertained me between classes. It is Tommy Trojan's majestic presence that always makes me feel at home.
My time spent at USC is some of the happiest I have ever known. It was an experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. Though I may face adversity in the future, and though I may find myself in less than desirable situations, should the world end in a year, one thing is certain, for as long as I live, I am a Trojan.
I love USC. I love everything about USC, from the famed Tommy Trojan, to my dear Cromwell field, to the smell of the magnolia trees. Not to mention Traveler VII is just about the best mascot any university could ask for. How many times during a semester did I ride my bike alongside our beautiful brick buildings, and smile because I was happy to be there, smile because I felt I was part of some exclusive club others only wished they could belong to. And words can not describe how magnificent it is to hear Tribute to Troy and Fight On! play in the background while you are sitting in class.Why is 'SC so dear to my heart you ask? To make it short, it was/is my first home away from home. It is within the gates of Cardinal Gardens that marked my first apartment. It is drinking SoCo with my section on Friday nights before football games. It is the four story bookstore that entertained me between classes. It is Tommy Trojan's majestic presence that always makes me feel at home.
My time spent at USC is some of the happiest I have ever known. It was an experience that I would not trade for anything in the world. Though I may face adversity in the future, and though I may find myself in less than desirable situations, should the world end in a year, one thing is certain, for as long as I live, I am a Trojan.
Friday, June 10, 2011
On the go
So blogger finally decided to launch an official blogger app. So this post is brought to you courtesy of my android phone, which by the way has been behaving wonderfully after it was reset to factory settings. The downside was that I lost everything (minus pictures and contacts) and I have only now begun to redownload my apps. This blogger app may turn out be one of my favorites.
Hello there
Invitation
by Shel Silverstein
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Along came a creeper: supplemental guide
So after writing "Along came a creeper" a couple of days ago I came across a rather helpful guide from College Candy. After reading this I realized I had a stage 3 creeper who wouldn't get the hint.
How to Shoot Down a Creeper at a Bar
Creeper [kreep-ur] -noun. 1. A person or thing that creeps. 2. A domestic fowl having malformed, short legs, due to a genetic defect. 3. An individual who stares, lurks or makes awkward and unwanted advances to undeserving women.
Stage 1 Creeper (Loosely defined as an awkward guy, your age or older, who won’t stop staring and/or making small talk. Naturally, you have accepted a drink already.)
1. Who wants to come to the bathroom with me?
After accepting a free drink (you earned it, little miss push up bra!), a graceful way of parting is to go to the bathroom. When drinking, it is perfectly acceptable to bring 3-10 girls with you into a bathroom, so your whole crew can be removed from the creeper situation.
2. Ahhh, I love this song!
As soon as you have that free drink safely in your hand, raise it up and toast to your favorite song, turn your back to your friends and get in the middle of the dancing circle. Migrate away from the bar and in time, your creeper will be gone (but that buzz he bought you won’t!).
3. No thanks
Saying no to a drink is incredibly hard for a cash-strapped college lady, but it’s the easiest way to get the point across to someone that you just aren’t interested. You won’t owe him anything and you can get away ASAP. I applaud girls who do this on a regular basis… but can’t say that I am one of them.
Stage 2 Creeper (Loosely defined as an undesirable guy, your age or older, who won’t leave you alone and/or follows your group around. He may have friends, and they may all be drunk, which makes him even harder to get rid of. You may have already accepted drinks.)
1. I love being out of the closet!
Okay, I may have done this, like 2 weeks ago, and it works. I grabbed my friend and said something like, “OMG, I am so glad we are lesbians now!” Our creepers heard this and were either drunk enough to believe we were gay or thought we were immature/permanently disinterested. Either way, we got our point across.
2. Honestly…
All you gotta say is “You can buy me a drink, but honestly, I have no interest in hooking up with you whatsoever.” A friend of mine told me she did this the other night at a bar and the guy who was hardcore creeping felt so bad he bought her a drink and left her alone! Hey, if guys can be sketchily forward with us, why can’t we be forward back?
Stage 3 Creeper (Loosely defined as a generally creepy man, most likely older than you, who just won’t get the hint. These responses are for when you are up Creeper Creek without a paddle (or a tazer), and/or just want to have a little fun. Do not get drinks from this one. Seriously.)
1. You’re the one
Desperate times call for desperate measures, so why not try this counter-intuitive example? Freak him out Wedding-Crashers-style and tell him, after he stops talking/ogling, something along the lines of “My psychic told me I’d meet my husband tonight and he was right!” I am sure he will stay a good 30 feet away from you for the rest of the night.
2. Baby Mama
If you can keep a straight face, tell that creep you are either a) Preggers and unable to drink b) getting a text message from your kids or c) a combination of the two. There is nothing less attractive then the prospect of coming back to your place and being interrupted by contractions or crying babies.
3. GET AWAY FROM ME
The creepiest of creepers are never good with taking hints. If you are hammered or just really fed up/revolted, tell that creeper straight up to GET AWAY FROM YOU. I have a friend who does this a lot, and her hostility sure wards em’ off. And of course, if he still doesn’t get it and starts getting even creepier, get a bartender or bouncer involved.
How to Shoot Down a Creeper at a Bar
Creeper [kreep-ur] -noun. 1. A person or thing that creeps. 2. A domestic fowl having malformed, short legs, due to a genetic defect. 3. An individual who stares, lurks or makes awkward and unwanted advances to undeserving women.
Stage 1 Creeper (Loosely defined as an awkward guy, your age or older, who won’t stop staring and/or making small talk. Naturally, you have accepted a drink already.)
1. Who wants to come to the bathroom with me?
After accepting a free drink (you earned it, little miss push up bra!), a graceful way of parting is to go to the bathroom. When drinking, it is perfectly acceptable to bring 3-10 girls with you into a bathroom, so your whole crew can be removed from the creeper situation.
2. Ahhh, I love this song!
As soon as you have that free drink safely in your hand, raise it up and toast to your favorite song, turn your back to your friends and get in the middle of the dancing circle. Migrate away from the bar and in time, your creeper will be gone (but that buzz he bought you won’t!).
3. No thanks
Saying no to a drink is incredibly hard for a cash-strapped college lady, but it’s the easiest way to get the point across to someone that you just aren’t interested. You won’t owe him anything and you can get away ASAP. I applaud girls who do this on a regular basis… but can’t say that I am one of them.
Stage 2 Creeper (Loosely defined as an undesirable guy, your age or older, who won’t leave you alone and/or follows your group around. He may have friends, and they may all be drunk, which makes him even harder to get rid of. You may have already accepted drinks.)
1. I love being out of the closet!
Okay, I may have done this, like 2 weeks ago, and it works. I grabbed my friend and said something like, “OMG, I am so glad we are lesbians now!” Our creepers heard this and were either drunk enough to believe we were gay or thought we were immature/permanently disinterested. Either way, we got our point across.
2. Honestly…
All you gotta say is “You can buy me a drink, but honestly, I have no interest in hooking up with you whatsoever.” A friend of mine told me she did this the other night at a bar and the guy who was hardcore creeping felt so bad he bought her a drink and left her alone! Hey, if guys can be sketchily forward with us, why can’t we be forward back?
Stage 3 Creeper (Loosely defined as a generally creepy man, most likely older than you, who just won’t get the hint. These responses are for when you are up Creeper Creek without a paddle (or a tazer), and/or just want to have a little fun. Do not get drinks from this one. Seriously.)
1. You’re the one
Desperate times call for desperate measures, so why not try this counter-intuitive example? Freak him out Wedding-Crashers-style and tell him, after he stops talking/ogling, something along the lines of “My psychic told me I’d meet my husband tonight and he was right!” I am sure he will stay a good 30 feet away from you for the rest of the night.
2. Baby Mama
If you can keep a straight face, tell that creep you are either a) Preggers and unable to drink b) getting a text message from your kids or c) a combination of the two. There is nothing less attractive then the prospect of coming back to your place and being interrupted by contractions or crying babies.
3. GET AWAY FROM ME
The creepiest of creepers are never good with taking hints. If you are hammered or just really fed up/revolted, tell that creeper straight up to GET AWAY FROM YOU. I have a friend who does this a lot, and her hostility sure wards em’ off. And of course, if he still doesn’t get it and starts getting even creepier, get a bartender or bouncer involved.
Seeing double
I am an odd mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humor, and caprice but with a lively, playful disposition and a fondness for anything ridiculous.
This is my description of myself. I have been called weird more than once, but I'd like to think I'm never boring and my manners endearing. I can understand people thinking I'm odd, I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't pretend to make sense, I enjoy having nonsensical conversations with a straight face. I am entertained by the absurd, I find humor where some may find meanness, and I'm usually able to laugh myself out of awkward situations.
Awkward situations...on Friday night I found myself in a definite awkward situation [see previous post]. See, my encounter with Mario, the creep, might have passed without incident had it not been for someone encouraging him along. I described the source of the encouragement in my last post as having pert opinions, a fondness of certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot (sound familiar?). Well the more I talked to this guy, the more I saw my own personality reflected back at me.
Since that night he and I have been texting back and forth and I would love to see what people would think about some of the conversations we have. Usually, I attempt to have similar conversations with others but they lack the quickness or imagination to continue the conversation with me* But it appears this guy understands me, and I can appreciate everything he says because I say/think very similarly.
I couldn't believe all he did on Friday to encourage that creep, honestly who would ever call over a creepy person for amusement? ...oh wait, I would. Had the tables been turned had I found a girl who was staring at him and make him feel as "loved" as Mario had made me feel, I could have done everything I could to get them together, in a heartbeat! Because that's what I do, and I find such situations hilarious (not so hilarious when it's happening to you though). At some point that night I told him I hated him so much he could be my best friend. I was being serious. When I said I hated him, I didn't actually mean hate, I was more amazed by him. It will be interesting to see how this goes, because this kid rocks my socks.
*The only person I've ever had conversations such as these with is my dad, where we talk about having "fabulous fun," why cats eating chicken is wrong, and the properties of Jell-O in relation to pudding. Haha now my dad is high educated, he majored in political science then went on to obtain a Juris Doctorate. Perhaps ridiculousness is a family trait.
This is my description of myself. I have been called weird more than once, but I'd like to think I'm never boring and my manners endearing. I can understand people thinking I'm odd, I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't pretend to make sense, I enjoy having nonsensical conversations with a straight face. I am entertained by the absurd, I find humor where some may find meanness, and I'm usually able to laugh myself out of awkward situations.
Awkward situations...on Friday night I found myself in a definite awkward situation [see previous post]. See, my encounter with Mario, the creep, might have passed without incident had it not been for someone encouraging him along. I described the source of the encouragement in my last post as having pert opinions, a fondness of certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot (sound familiar?). Well the more I talked to this guy, the more I saw my own personality reflected back at me.
Since that night he and I have been texting back and forth and I would love to see what people would think about some of the conversations we have. Usually, I attempt to have similar conversations with others but they lack the quickness or imagination to continue the conversation with me* But it appears this guy understands me, and I can appreciate everything he says because I say/think very similarly.
I couldn't believe all he did on Friday to encourage that creep, honestly who would ever call over a creepy person for amusement? ...oh wait, I would. Had the tables been turned had I found a girl who was staring at him and make him feel as "loved" as Mario had made me feel, I could have done everything I could to get them together, in a heartbeat! Because that's what I do, and I find such situations hilarious (not so hilarious when it's happening to you though). At some point that night I told him I hated him so much he could be my best friend. I was being serious. When I said I hated him, I didn't actually mean hate, I was more amazed by him. It will be interesting to see how this goes, because this kid rocks my socks.
*The only person I've ever had conversations such as these with is my dad, where we talk about having "fabulous fun," why cats eating chicken is wrong, and the properties of Jell-O in relation to pudding. Haha now my dad is high educated, he majored in political science then went on to obtain a Juris Doctorate. Perhaps ridiculousness is a family trait.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Along came a creeper
I have seen my fair share of creepers before. I have witnessed as others are awkwardly approached by them, I have encountered them at parties, I have even been asked out by some on the streets of LA while riding my bike to class. But never in my life had I properly encountered a creep! Never had I encountered someone who made me feel so uncomfortable I wanted to run away flailing my arms screaming. Never that is, until Friday night.
However to properly tell my story let me take you back a little further, back to a couple of weeks ago (May 21st) when I bit a bullet to talk to a guy so my friend could meet his friend [This is a weekly occurace, apparently it is my job to talk to people other wise she won't talk to anyone. Now as annoying as this may be sometimes, I really don't mind because I like meeting/talking to people]. Anyway, the entire time I was talking to this guy, Anthony, who may I add is drier and more boring than sitting atop a dune in the Sahara desert, I noticed a guy kept staring at me. I continued talking to Anthony while pretending that I did not have a pair of eyes strongly fixated on me (I really do hate being stated at). In any case the night ended without incident.
Friday night my friend and I go out, and shortly after we arrive I notice that same guy who two weeks early had been staring at me all night. It did not help that my friend and I were standing near him, it became obvious that he remembered me, as his eyes were fixated on me again. This time however, he had a friend.
Soon it was apparent that the guys friend also entertained himself by staring at me. The guy, who was wearing an overly bedazzled t-shirt that blinded me with its brilliance, to be relief soon turned his attention to a string of other girls. His friend's attention however was more constant. By this time I believe, I had met a guy with pert opinions, a fondness for certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot...it was as if I was talking to the male version of myself (I realized I'm quite fun to talk to, though perhaps a little trying with an odd sense of humor) but this shall be discussed in another post. It was this new friend though that propelled the events that followed.
From this moment on to my horror the guys eyes are transfixed on me. Did it make me feel uncomfortable? fk yes! But he had not yet solidified his creeper status. At some point the guy decided to stand next to me, this caused me to hyperventilate a bit, but I avoided all eye contact by talking to my new very unhelpful friend. It was at this point that the guy starts to earn his creeper status...he begins to nudge me about 10 times while I ignore him keeping my attention elsewhere. Did he get the hint? No, of course not! Luckily the bar was close to closing, but fearing that said creeper would attempt to follow me out, I asked the continually unhelpful boy to walk out with me.
Good thing I did because said creep and friend walked out behind us. Now once outside you would think that with people dispersing it would be somewhat difficult to find those you were talking to inside. Nope, the guy didn't skip a beat and continued to stare at me, however it now appeared more like stalking, as he lurked in the shadows of corners and behind pillars. This continued for several horrifying minutes.
After this encounter I was terrified to run into the creeper again, who apparently is named Mario. On Saturday when my friend and I went out and after my British friend had left, I felt a disturbance in the force. Well I didn't just feel it, I saw it...and it was horrible, like a coward I ran to my friend for refuge, but since she was standing near where they had stood the day before I decided it would be best for me to venture out and make new friends. I found a guy named Mike who at 6'3 I thought would be an amazing shield from Mario. I quickly told him my situation and he was more than happy to help, but I knew I couldn't stay in one place for long since I had seen Mario walking around. On one of my visits back to my friend, it was obvious that Mario had not only recognized me but my friend as well. While I stayed with them, the guy she was talking to said that Mario kept staring at me. I knew it, I felt a pair of eyes attempting to piece through me. I then saw Mike and asked him to see if he could tell who I had been avoiding all night. It took him all but 30 seconds to find Mario.
I again attempted to venture off and find someone to save me from the madness. I found Derek, a 6'5 once college baseball pitcher. Well...it turns out Derek turned out to be a creep too, who told me to shut up one to many times, and attempted to put his hand on my knee on more than one occasion [gag]. Again it was about time to go so I practically ran to the door, but thought it would be best to be sandwiched between my friend and her British friend. But Mario and his friend appeared to have foreseen this, as they were standing on opposite sides of the door. After some strategic planning on my part we managed to escape undetected, at which pointed I wanted to yell out flawless victory! And so ends my creeper tale though I would be lying if I said that I'm not completely terrified to run into those two boys again.
[note: throughout this entire ordeal and on both days I want everyone to know that my friend did nothing to help me. At least nothing worthy to be called help. More and more I feel like I'm in this alone and my relationship with her needs to be seriously reevaluated but that's for another post]
However to properly tell my story let me take you back a little further, back to a couple of weeks ago (May 21st) when I bit a bullet to talk to a guy so my friend could meet his friend [This is a weekly occurace, apparently it is my job to talk to people other wise she won't talk to anyone. Now as annoying as this may be sometimes, I really don't mind because I like meeting/talking to people]. Anyway, the entire time I was talking to this guy, Anthony, who may I add is drier and more boring than sitting atop a dune in the Sahara desert, I noticed a guy kept staring at me. I continued talking to Anthony while pretending that I did not have a pair of eyes strongly fixated on me (I really do hate being stated at). In any case the night ended without incident.
Friday night my friend and I go out, and shortly after we arrive I notice that same guy who two weeks early had been staring at me all night. It did not help that my friend and I were standing near him, it became obvious that he remembered me, as his eyes were fixated on me again. This time however, he had a friend.
Soon it was apparent that the guys friend also entertained himself by staring at me. The guy, who was wearing an overly bedazzled t-shirt that blinded me with its brilliance, to be relief soon turned his attention to a string of other girls. His friend's attention however was more constant. By this time I believe, I had met a guy with pert opinions, a fondness for certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot...it was as if I was talking to the male version of myself (I realized I'm quite fun to talk to, though perhaps a little trying with an odd sense of humor) but this shall be discussed in another post. It was this new friend though that propelled the events that followed.
From this moment on to my horror the guys eyes are transfixed on me. Did it make me feel uncomfortable? fk yes! But he had not yet solidified his creeper status. At some point the guy decided to stand next to me, this caused me to hyperventilate a bit, but I avoided all eye contact by talking to my new very unhelpful friend. It was at this point that the guy starts to earn his creeper status...he begins to nudge me about 10 times while I ignore him keeping my attention elsewhere. Did he get the hint? No, of course not! Luckily the bar was close to closing, but fearing that said creeper would attempt to follow me out, I asked the continually unhelpful boy to walk out with me.
Good thing I did because said creep and friend walked out behind us. Now once outside you would think that with people dispersing it would be somewhat difficult to find those you were talking to inside. Nope, the guy didn't skip a beat and continued to stare at me, however it now appeared more like stalking, as he lurked in the shadows of corners and behind pillars. This continued for several horrifying minutes.
After this encounter I was terrified to run into the creeper again, who apparently is named Mario. On Saturday when my friend and I went out and after my British friend had left, I felt a disturbance in the force. Well I didn't just feel it, I saw it...and it was horrible, like a coward I ran to my friend for refuge, but since she was standing near where they had stood the day before I decided it would be best for me to venture out and make new friends. I found a guy named Mike who at 6'3 I thought would be an amazing shield from Mario. I quickly told him my situation and he was more than happy to help, but I knew I couldn't stay in one place for long since I had seen Mario walking around. On one of my visits back to my friend, it was obvious that Mario had not only recognized me but my friend as well. While I stayed with them, the guy she was talking to said that Mario kept staring at me. I knew it, I felt a pair of eyes attempting to piece through me. I then saw Mike and asked him to see if he could tell who I had been avoiding all night. It took him all but 30 seconds to find Mario.
I again attempted to venture off and find someone to save me from the madness. I found Derek, a 6'5 once college baseball pitcher. Well...it turns out Derek turned out to be a creep too, who told me to shut up one to many times, and attempted to put his hand on my knee on more than one occasion [gag]. Again it was about time to go so I practically ran to the door, but thought it would be best to be sandwiched between my friend and her British friend. But Mario and his friend appeared to have foreseen this, as they were standing on opposite sides of the door. After some strategic planning on my part we managed to escape undetected, at which pointed I wanted to yell out flawless victory! And so ends my creeper tale though I would be lying if I said that I'm not completely terrified to run into those two boys again.
[note: throughout this entire ordeal and on both days I want everyone to know that my friend did nothing to help me. At least nothing worthy to be called help. More and more I feel like I'm in this alone and my relationship with her needs to be seriously reevaluated but that's for another post]
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
A bittersweet farewell
A couple of posts ago (like 3 weeks ago) I dished on a crush I had on a boy I had just met. I wrote that I didn't think he knew I existed. Then some time later I wrote about how he wanted to meet up soon. After that I wrote how he breaks my heart. This weekend he sent me a message on facebook asking if I wanted to meet up, ecstatically I said yes!
On Friday when we were supposed to meet, he send me another message saying he was sorry but that they (he and many other British military guys) were now on curfew and he couldn't go out, but said we could meet the next night. I was only slightly disappointed since there was the promise of the following day, and I went out with my friend where I met my complement and a creeper*
Well the next morning (Saturday) he sent me another message saying he could meet that night. I asked him when and where and soon after everything was settled. Well about an hour before we were to meet he sends me another message saying that he was sorry to do this again, but he couldn't go out, and that he was leaving Tuesday and probably wouldn't be able to go out again. To say I was devastated would be an understatement.
I didn't let this end my night, and my friend and I decided to go to dinner before we went out. Well when we get to the bar and walk back to our favorite bartender guess who we see? Yup, my British crush! This of course made me uneasy and I can't even begin to describe the range of emotions I felt. But in any case after some encouragement from Angie▪ I walked up to the guy and started talking to him. He apologized about not messaging me again, and said he had been dragged out by a friend. Now he seems like a very honest guy and I, who majored in human behavior, like to think I can read people pretty well. I did believe him.
This is a guy who plays by the rules. It was obvious he is very responsible and not much of a risk taker. Since they were on curfew and had to be back on base by 1, he kept looking at his watch, to make sure they weren't going to be late. We talked about everything and nothing at all. I remember looking at his watch at 11:30 and then the next thing I know it's 12:15, I swear it was like a blink of the eye. His rebellious friend decided to stay but could only do so if my crush would sign him back in. Before he left he asked if I would walk outside with him. I did.
We talked outside by his car for a little bit. He said it is possible for him to get sent back here in the future, and that if I'm ever in England to look him up. As the time drew near for him to leave, I gave him a hug, and he kissed me goodbye.
*To be continued in other posts
▪ Angie is a 30 something year old woman, my friend and I once saved from an uncomfortable situation a couple of months ago. We hadn't see her in awhile, but we saw her again Friday (and Saturday) where to our surprise she remembered us and offered to introduce us to the guys she was with.
On Friday when we were supposed to meet, he send me another message saying he was sorry but that they (he and many other British military guys) were now on curfew and he couldn't go out, but said we could meet the next night. I was only slightly disappointed since there was the promise of the following day, and I went out with my friend where I met my complement and a creeper*
Well the next morning (Saturday) he sent me another message saying he could meet that night. I asked him when and where and soon after everything was settled. Well about an hour before we were to meet he sends me another message saying that he was sorry to do this again, but he couldn't go out, and that he was leaving Tuesday and probably wouldn't be able to go out again. To say I was devastated would be an understatement.
I didn't let this end my night, and my friend and I decided to go to dinner before we went out. Well when we get to the bar and walk back to our favorite bartender guess who we see? Yup, my British crush! This of course made me uneasy and I can't even begin to describe the range of emotions I felt. But in any case after some encouragement from Angie▪ I walked up to the guy and started talking to him. He apologized about not messaging me again, and said he had been dragged out by a friend. Now he seems like a very honest guy and I, who majored in human behavior, like to think I can read people pretty well. I did believe him.
This is a guy who plays by the rules. It was obvious he is very responsible and not much of a risk taker. Since they were on curfew and had to be back on base by 1, he kept looking at his watch, to make sure they weren't going to be late. We talked about everything and nothing at all. I remember looking at his watch at 11:30 and then the next thing I know it's 12:15, I swear it was like a blink of the eye. His rebellious friend decided to stay but could only do so if my crush would sign him back in. Before he left he asked if I would walk outside with him. I did.
We talked outside by his car for a little bit. He said it is possible for him to get sent back here in the future, and that if I'm ever in England to look him up. As the time drew near for him to leave, I gave him a hug, and he kissed me goodbye.
*To be continued in other posts
▪ Angie is a 30 something year old woman, my friend and I once saved from an uncomfortable situation a couple of months ago. We hadn't see her in awhile, but we saw her again Friday (and Saturday) where to our surprise she remembered us and offered to introduce us to the guys she was with.
Two guys & a creeper
So much happened this weekend, I honestly do not even know where to begin! There are about 3 different story lines that I would like to talk about. They are mostly unrelated but they do tend to over lap.
Friday
Friday
- Met a guy who in so many ways is the male equivalent of me
- Had my first encounter with a true creeper
- Saw the British guy I genuinely have a crush on (from previous posts)
- And the creeper is back!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The rhyming game
I don't pretend to like poetry, nor do I pretend to understand half of the writings people call poems. Like a 5 year old, I think poems should rhyme. This being said, I like Shel Silverstein. I like his poems, because they are cute, fun, rhythmical, and sometimes odd (I like oddities). This is one of my all time favorites!
Hungry Mungry
by Shel Silverstein
by Shel Silverstein
Hungry Mungry sat at supper,
Took his knife and spoon and fork,
Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a slice of roasted pork,
Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twenty-seven deviled eggs,
Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potatoes,
Thirty-two fried chicken legs,
A shank of lamb, a boiled ham,
Two bowls of grits, some black-eye peas,
Four chocolate shakes, eight angel cakes,
Nine custard pies with Muenster cheese,
Ten pots of tea, and after he,
Had eaten all that he was able,
He poured some broth on the tablecloth
And ate the kitchen table
Took his knife and spoon and fork,
Ate a bowl of mushroom soup, ate a slice of roasted pork,
Ate a dozen stewed tomatoes, twenty-seven deviled eggs,
Fifteen shrimps, nine bakes potatoes,
Thirty-two fried chicken legs,
A shank of lamb, a boiled ham,
Two bowls of grits, some black-eye peas,
Four chocolate shakes, eight angel cakes,
Nine custard pies with Muenster cheese,
Ten pots of tea, and after he,
Had eaten all that he was able,
He poured some broth on the tablecloth
And ate the kitchen table
His parents said, "Oh Hungry Mungry, stop these silly jokes."
Mungry opened up his mouth, and "Gulp," he ate his folks.
And then he went and ate his house, all the bricks and wood,
And then he ate up all the people in the neighborhood.
Up came twenty angry policeman shouting, "Stop and cease."
Mungry opened his mouth and "Gulp," he ate the police.
Soldiers came with tanks and guns.
Said Mungry, "They can't harm me."
He just smiled and licked his lips and ate the U.S. Army.
Mungry opened up his mouth, and "Gulp," he ate his folks.
And then he went and ate his house, all the bricks and wood,
And then he ate up all the people in the neighborhood.
Up came twenty angry policeman shouting, "Stop and cease."
Mungry opened his mouth and "Gulp," he ate the police.
Soldiers came with tanks and guns.
Said Mungry, "They can't harm me."
He just smiled and licked his lips and ate the U.S. Army.
The President sent all his bombers--Mungry still was calm,
Put his head back, gulped the planes, and gobbled up the bomb.
He ate his town and ate the city--ate and ate and--
And then he said, "I think I'll eat the whole United States."
Put his head back, gulped the planes, and gobbled up the bomb.
He ate his town and ate the city--ate and ate and--
And then he said, "I think I'll eat the whole United States."
And so he ate Chicago first and munched the Water Tower,
And then he chewed on Pittsburgh but he found it rather sour.
He ate New York and Tennessee, and all of Boston town,
Then drank the Mississippi River just to wash it down.
And when he'd eaten every state, each puppy, boy and girl
He wiped his mouth upon his sleeve and went to eat the world.
And then he chewed on Pittsburgh but he found it rather sour.
He ate New York and Tennessee, and all of Boston town,
Then drank the Mississippi River just to wash it down.
And when he'd eaten every state, each puppy, boy and girl
He wiped his mouth upon his sleeve and went to eat the world.
He ate the Egypt pyramids and every church in Rome,
And all the grass in Africa and all in ice in Nome.
He ate each hill in green Brazil and then to make things worse
He decided for dessert he'd eat the universe.
And all the grass in Africa and all in ice in Nome.
He ate each hill in green Brazil and then to make things worse
He decided for dessert he'd eat the universe.
He started with the moon and stars and soon as he was done
He gulped the clouds, he sipped the wind and gobbled up the sun.
Then sitting there in the cold dark air,
He started to nibble his feet,
Then his legs, then his hips
Then his neck, then his lips
Till he sat there just gnashin' his teeth
'Cause nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was left to eat.
He gulped the clouds, he sipped the wind and gobbled up the sun.
Then sitting there in the cold dark air,
He started to nibble his feet,
Then his legs, then his hips
Then his neck, then his lips
Till he sat there just gnashin' his teeth
'Cause nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was nothin' was
Nothin' was left to eat.
Monday, May 30, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 8
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| Matt after a failed attempt to jump onto a shrub |
*I definitely need to describe this whole situation in another post, but let me just say I was an unwilling participant
Sunday, May 29, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 7
Yesterday my friend meet up with a guy she had met last week, it quickly became apparent that I was to talk/entertain/stay with his friend. Now anyone can tell you that I am not a quiet person, and heavens knows I tried my best, but the guy wasn't having any of it, and there were many moments where we sat/stood there in complete awkward silence. I found myself making frequent trips to the bar (where I know the bartender and we have little chats), or the restroom, almost in search of someone to talk to. Thank goodness an old friend showed up, and I was able to spend many minutes at a time talking to him. Well 2 a.m. comes around and I'm at IHOP with my friend and two guys eating breakfast until about 3:30 a.m. (note these were not the guys we spent the entirety of the night with, they weren't even American).
About a week ago somebody told me that nothing good could happen after 2 a.m.; I, being my rebellious self, decided to challenge him. While I was in school I can proudly boast that some of my finest work was produced after 2 a.m., when I felt rushed to finish after an afternoon of being distracted by Netflix. For a week now I have logged my 2 a.m. adventures (or lack there of), and have come to the conclusion, that alcohol and post 2 a.m. activities are probably not a good idea. Let me clarify, don't do it, it's a trap! Don't do anything alone with anyone after 2 a.m if you've been drinking. Haha now I was not alone with anyone BUT I can see how such a situation could be potentially problematic.
This will be my last daily 2 a.m challenge post, instead I will only post after nights I have gone out, or something rather memorable/epic/odd has occurred. I am certain I will be able to write a book in a couple of years chronicling my adventures with the British. Lovely people really.
About a week ago somebody told me that nothing good could happen after 2 a.m.; I, being my rebellious self, decided to challenge him. While I was in school I can proudly boast that some of my finest work was produced after 2 a.m., when I felt rushed to finish after an afternoon of being distracted by Netflix. For a week now I have logged my 2 a.m. adventures (or lack there of), and have come to the conclusion, that alcohol and post 2 a.m. activities are probably not a good idea. Let me clarify, don't do it, it's a trap! Don't do anything alone with anyone after 2 a.m if you've been drinking. Haha now I was not alone with anyone BUT I can see how such a situation could be potentially problematic.
This will be my last daily 2 a.m challenge post, instead I will only post after nights I have gone out, or something rather memorable/epic/odd has occurred. I am certain I will be able to write a book in a couple of years chronicling my adventures with the British. Lovely people really.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 6
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| I was looking out for the guy on the right, nicknamed Elmo |
Friday, May 27, 2011
2 a.m. challenge - Day 5
Today 2 a.m. came about and I was actually waking up from what turned out to be an unsuccessful nap. I watched Strange Encounter of the Third Kind for the first time, then fell asleep at around 10. Though this should be my last uneventful 2 a.m post for a couple of days, because tomorrow my weekend starts and I have every intention of getting myself into as many shenanigans as possible. Perhaps I will run into that boy which I have written about recently. I feel better than last night, I almost feel like my luck will be changing for the better.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A song for every occasion: loneliness
The Beatles - "Eleanor Rigby"
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
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