Thursday, November 29, 2012

One of Those Days

It's homecoming week at UVU (really late, I'd say, as finals are in a couple short weeks). For homecoming week, there's an Emerald Ball. The only  formal dance at UVU. I tried to get the night off for a different reason, but no one wanted to cover my shift (thanks guys). Yesterday, when I found out no one had decided to cover yet, I was okay with it. I figured it wasn't so bad. That was until I spent the night awake.

I jumped at every sound. I panicked every time I closed my eyes. I was warm, then cold, then warm, then cold, etc. I was uncomfortable. My mind was all like "hey, I'm ready for rest." My body was all like "Naw, I'm ready to party." Which convinced my mind to be like "you're right! Lets be awake!"

I am really tired. With finals just around the corner, I'm also really stressed. That is not helping, at all. I look stressed too. My hair is wild and my make up (which is mak's) may have turned me orange and looks icky. I'm not sure. I don't dare look in a mirror.

At first, being at work was fine, not a big deal at all. Then they began setting up for the emerald ball. The student government is all dressed up fancy. In ball gowns. My new red hoodie now feels silly... Then they rolled out a red carpet. Am I jealous? A bit.

Remember how I said I'm tired? Well being tired makes me overly emotional, like all girls. As they rolled out the carpets, I fought back tears. I want to be all dolled up for a ball. Not dressed like a hooligan, sitting behind a desk. In my stress, I picked off all my pretty nail polish, which, by the way, was awesome! Now I'm about to watch a chick flick, fight tears, and watch pretty people walk down a red carpet... *sigh*

(This is like a scene from a really poorly written chick flick actually. Now if only some guy would bring me flowers in a cheesy way and dance with me behind the counter. If that happens, I will be amazed.)

Also, feel free to laugh pathetically at the situation. I'm laughing at myself. It's so sad and ridiculous.

Here, this made me laugh today:

Friday, November 16, 2012

Just popping in

I'm not sure I have much to say. I just feel like I haven't said anything in a long while. Since that's the case, Hi! Hey everyone. How are you? I hope everyone is doing alright.

I came on here with nothing to say, but then I remembered something. You know all those cliches that relate to life? The "you don't know what you have til it's gone" or the "if you love something you have to let it go, if it returns it was meant to be" or "the grass is always greener on the other side." Those don't relate to every aspect of life, but people try really hard to get them to. The last one relates a lot better to a lot more topics, but the first two are rarely applicable. Lately, I've finally understood them. They've finally meant something...

The second one actually occurred to me first. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone you love is let them go. Maybe not forever, but for a period of time. People aren't meant to be kept in one place forever. We need space. Everyone needs space. If you love someone, you give them what makes them happy. Space tends to make people happy. Therefore, you give them space. You let them go. It's a sad, yet freeing, bit of knowledge I've figured out for myself.

The first one came second. It's pretty self-explanatory... Sometimes, you begin to take things for granted. When they leave, or when you lose them, you realize just how important they were to you. I lost something recently. I knew that losing it would be awful, painful, and really really hard to deal with. I lost it anyway. I want to replace it so badly. I can't handle it being gone. But somethings can never be replaced...ever. The only thing to do is find a way around it and find a way to do things differently. It sucks. I feel incomplete now. I'm learning to cope without it. It'll be tough until I can get it back.

While typing all that, I was thinking about myself. Not in a conceited way...mostly not in a conceited way. It was mostly in an introspective way. I guess lately, I've been doing things to mask what I don't want to deal with. I'm not doing what I truly want, I'm just doing things to hide what I don't want to deal with. I don't know how long I can do that for, but I think I need to figure stuff out.

This is the most ridiculously vague blog post I have ever written. Sorry guys. I probably piqued some interest as well as annoyed some of you. I'm sorry.

To make up for it, I'll tell you a story.

There's a barn, out in Vineyard. It's abandoned, and creepy as heck. Brian and I go out there once in a while. Once we came across some kids, we scared them by making them think we were police. They ran like their lives depended on it. This past time that we went, we saw some more kids. Turns out I actually knew them. We snuck into the barn from the back as they came around the front. They were so scared, it was fantastic. To add to their fright, we jumped out at them. One of the boys screamed, it was awesome. I told Brian their names, and he casually dropped them. Were they scared? Yes, yes they were. It was probably the best thing ever.

That was a short and poorly told story. I guess I'm not really into this lately. When I get out of this rut, I'll explain more. Sorry guys. Here, enjoy:

Gosh, even that picture was weak. Holy cow. Hang on, let me find you a better one:

Found it. This makes me laugh every time!

That's so much better. At least this post had some redeeming qualities. Right? Eh? ;)

Sunday, November 4, 2012

thanks nose...thanks...

There's this guy. His name is Brian. I met him over the summer in school. At first I was pretty sure he was a tool, but I got to know him and he's not that bad. In fact, I think he's pretty awesome. I'm always trying to be awesome so he doesn't disown me as a friend.

The other night, I was having a bad time. I was all teary and snotty. He gave me a hug, which usually makes me nervous. ("dont hug too tight, morgan. But don't be dead. Hug like a normal person will ya!!") he was comforting me while I was the WalMart parking lot. I was just about calmed down when my nose got runny.

I didn't want to sniffle and sound gross. I want him to think I'm awesome, not gross. I figured my nose would solve itself. Then, it came. Like a waterfall. Blood...everywhere. My nose basically exploded. On Brian's shirt. Yea, that's not gross at all.

We didn't have tissues, so we were forced to go into WalMart. Blood was running from my face. It was coating my hands. It was all over Brian. Super not embarrassing.

I went to the restrooms, only to find the women's restroom closed for cleaning. Awesome. Brian went into the men's room and got me some paper towels. A dry one for my nose and a wet one to wipe up the blood. He gently cleaned me up as people stared. A group of young girls even stopped to watch. Not awkward at all.

My nose finally stopped and Brian washed my face off.

Am I embrassed? Yes. Yes I am! So much for being cool in front of Brian...=/ Thankfully it's not something that matters.

The end