Monday, October 22, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012

21

Today, I turn 21. So, for fun, here are 21 things about me:

1- I am awesome
2- I have a fear of elevators
3- my favorite color is red
4- when i grow up, i want to be a writer
5- i am the oldest, the middle, and an only child
6- I almost have my bachelors
7- I have two pets frogs, Fred and George
8- My favorite meal is chicken broccoli casserole
9- my birthday cake is usually cherry cheese cake
10- I love doctor who, but have not seen the most recent episode yet.
11- my favorite chick flick is the Kira knightly pride and prejudice, Nathan gave it to me for my birthday, and I have already watched it twice.
12- I love being outside, but I also love cuddling inside
13- I both love and hate surprises
14- I'm terrified of losing things
15- I don't like BYU
16- if I were to go back, I would redo school in science
17- I am blogging on my mostly dead phone
18- I almost didn't pass my driving test because of parking
19- my favorite seasons are fall and winter
20- I'm allergic to cinnamon
21- I am awesome. ;)

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Monday, October 8, 2012

Over the Counter Encounter 10/8

I'm at work. I'm sitting at my counter. I'm pinning on pinterest. A customer arrives to borrow pool equipment (is it called equipment? it's ball and a stick...). I check it out to him. I smile politely. He flirts (of course, I'm looking sexy in a leather jacket right now). He leaves.

I check pinterest some more. Facebook some more. Help customers some more (everyone, please stop losing your phone and/or wallets!). He comes back (he better, he has our pool stuff). He stands. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talk. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks. He talks.

Then...he leaves.

I breathe.

Then he comes back.

I pause...Do I keep being polite?

He leaves me his number.

I take it and smile politely. I stick it to my jacket (I know it will fall off, I'm not stupid).

He leaves.

He comes back.

Seth arrives (I love Seth. He is amazing.)

He leaves. For good.

This isn't an unusual over the counter encounter. I have gotten this a lot. It's just a lot more irritating when I'm alone. It's not that I don't like people, it's that I don't like to like people when I'm trying to get over certain things and when I want a friggin chocolate shake. If you don't have a chocolate shake, you are wasting my time. (It's a mood)

That's what happened at work today.

Then I found this:

I am now going to watch me some TV/movies. If you want, bring me a chocolate shake (no matter when you are reading this: now, a week late, a year late, I want a chocolate shake!)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Discovery

I was going to write a soul-felt post about how if you love something, you have to set it free. Then I decided I would post about all the cake at my house right now (which is more cake than you can shake a stick at). I thought about posting about school (which would be as boring as the events themselves). Maybe I could have posted about yesterday's national taco day (best holiday ever). I think, though, I want to post about the future.

How many times have you wished you could see the future? We all wished that at some point. If you haven't, then you haven't ever risked anything. The thing is, I can see the future, and so can you.

Yes, that was cheesy, just roll with it.

I can see the future because I know what I want my future to hold. I know that I want a hippy bus with shag carpet. I want a dog to spend time with and walk in the dark. I want to visit new places. In other words, I will own a hippy bus with shag carpet that my dog and I will ride in to travel to new places. Yea, that was super anticlimactic, but its true.

The future doesn't hold any mysteries, the future only holds what I want it to. It is my slave. (no offense intended there towards anyone anywhere.) I will own the future. If I want it to include a trip to the zoo...in Japan, it will include a trip to the zoo...in Japan. If I want it to include pancakes (which I do), then it will. If I want it to be filled with more of my awesomness, then it will. That's kind of awesome, isn't it?

Not only can I see the future, but I can control it. It sounds ridiculous, but I am really tired and it blew my mind slightly.

Here, enjoy a picture:

Made me laugh.

Anyway. I'm going to continue my "productivity" on pinterest looking up girly things. Bye


Monday, October 1, 2012

October 1, 2012

I'm doing my homework. Sort of. It's really hard for me to focus on actually doing it. I'm tired for one, and for another, a lot of really huge changes have occurred lately.

The changes aren't something I want to talk about on my blog. If I want to tell you, I will...

I just wanted to talk about the other day. I was with Robyn. She was telling me about how she doesn't get along with the building manager where she lives. (What I replied was not intended to be mean at all, even if it sounded incredibly hurtful.) I replied "Well you're a hard person to get along with."

Yea, that sounds really awful. I wasn't meaning "You suck, no one likes you." What I really meant was "you're personality is really out there and loud, and a lot of people don't know how to work with that."

I have this friend, Brian. He and I were talking once and he mentioned how he always tries to think four steps ahead of the conversation to make it go the way he wants. That sounds really manipulative, but I do it too. When I'm texting someone, I think of all the possible ways I can make the conversation go. I try not to do that, but I do it anyway. I'm sure he and I aren't the only ones that do that. It's easy to write out a text, realize the answer you could get, then erase it and try it differently. That's what texting offers us. Control. Or at least it feels like control. I haven't worked that out yet.

It seems like everyone has grown used to the idea of being "in control" when on the phone. I know I have. It's comfortable to sit in the bathroom, write out a text that has been carefully thought out, and hit send, knowing full well how the conversation is going to go. It's easy to want to avoid real human contact just because it's easier to do that than to try and communicate with so many unknowns.

Robyn has a really loud personality, and I love it. She's unpredictable, in a good way, in a way that is completely normal. She's funny and enjoyable to be around, but not a lot of people can get past the unpredictability. People want things that resemble their digital world. They want to control each conversation. They want to sit on the toilet and be confident. It's scary as heck dealing with real people in real life after growing up in a digital world.

That's what I was trying to explain to Robyn (after I said that incredibly insensitive thing about her being hard to get along with). It isn't her fault, at all. It's our fault. It will always be our fault if we can't get along with someone. Yes, I know that there are a lot of people that are really off the walls, and uncomfortable to be around. There are people who just have the exact opposite personality of us and it gets really hard to work things out. But there is always a way. always. People want to be around people who are easy to control, easy to predict, so that they can feel safe. Robyn is for sure not any of those. And that is what makes her awesome. It's people like her, the people you can't control, that bring hope to the world.

We're all little drones with our little glowing boxes in our hands. It sucks a lot, especially for people like Robyn who are impossible to predict. She handles her awesomeness really well though, and I love it!

That is all.

Now I'll actually go read my homework stuff.

Please, go here: http://imgur.com/gallery/3Pjsf

It's hilarious.