So things are kind of busy with summer classes wrapping up, at least the first set, so I'm sorry for my lack of presence. Good news for you though, is that my awkwardness has reached a point where I just have to take the time to share it with you.
Have you ever been caught staring at someone? I think this has happened to everyone, in a less extreme way, at least. I was driving in my vehicle on campus yesterday when I proceeded to stop at a red light. Of course, the most incredible body I've ever seen runs past me. I mean, I cannot express to you the amazing-ness of this body. I'm not typically the kind of girl that gets this way over a hot bod, but this was seriously an exception. Also, it's two pm and blisteringly hot outside, so there was a lot of sweat happening, too. And he was running, so there were muscles flexing, and it was just unbearable. Well, I suppose the light turned green while I was admiring this work of art, and the person behind me had to honk to bring me back to reality. As I drove off, I took my time and maybe turned my head out the drivers window to get a second look. And then he saw me and acknowledged that he saw me. By waving. You know, the nonchalant, I know you're imagining me forcefully throwing you down, wave. It was then that I realized that this guy is a ME major that I have classes with. And he lives next door to a friend of mine. Awkward? Yes. Story of my life. Kind of like the time that I was admiring a man in the grocery store and ran into an aisle...
So yeah. I'm going to have to work on that. Actually, it isn't hard to work on that because of undisclosed personal reasons maybe involving my admiration of a certain someone. Which I presume is going to cause a lot more awkward moments. And creepy ones. Like me saying weird things, because everyone knows that when I get nervous I say weird things.
Um. Here a few other things that have been on my mind.
--"Don't be a statistic." People who say this, have obviously never taken statistics. It bothers me to no end when I hear this used. "Practice safe sex, so you don't get pregnant in high school. Don't become a statistic." "Don't drive drunk. Don't be a statistic." Correct me if I'm wrong, but a negative statistic (like the statistic that 1/3 of girls will get pregnant in their teens) has a positive counterpart (2/3 of girls won't!). So even if you don't do whatever the statistic is warning you against, you'll be part of the counterpart statistic. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, IT CAN BE RELATED TO A STATISTIC. So yeah, that really bothers me.
--I have really bad road rage. Like really bad. I yell a lot of vulgar things at people while I drive. I don't really have a funny story about it. Actually, I'm trying to stop doing it all together. It's kind of rude of me. I mean, it's definitely rude. I say incredibly rude things in the midst of my road rage induced outbursts. I need someone to question my actions more, which may explain my attraction to my current crush. BUTTTTT that's a story for another day because I really shouldn't get too excited and ahead of myself about it. Or I might puke. Literally.
--Day dreaming slash coming up with elaborate scenarios in your head. Do you do that? Because I most certainly do!! The other day while I was driving home from college, I thought of whether the guy I like would like my hometown. I have come up with the belief in my head that this guy is the kind of guy I could get a cat with. Like I have the whole scenario planned out. He has an apartment, and I can't have cats at my place. So I'm thinking that after we've been dating for a while, he say he had a surprise day planned for us and we'd go pick out a cat at the animal shelter and take him to his apartment and name it and love it. I'll openly acknowledge that this increases my creepy factor exponentially. So I need to stop that.
Oh. And, btdubbs, I'm moving to Ireland for 5-8 months. The cool part about that sentence is that I'm 100% not kidding. In January. I'm spending Spring and Summer of 2011 studying there. So I'm actually about to go have a meeting with my adviser about it, and chat about the university I chose. Which is Queen's University in Belfast, Ireland, if you were wondering. Yeah, I'm pretty excited about that.
Soooo. If you have any advice for me, let me know. About Ireland, the crush I have, anything really.
Morgan
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Feeling a little like Joe Dirt!
Alright so have you ever been lost? Not just in a car and you took the wrong turn, but really lost somewhere and you have no way to contact anyone? Well lucky for me, that happened this weekend. At Lonestar park of all places, if you don't know what that is, it is the horse races. So let me take you on my journey to feeling so alone.
So this past week me and two really good friends of mine decided that we would go to the Eli Young Band concert, being hosted at Lonestar park. What we didn't know was that everyone plus their second cousin twice removed would be there. We were completely overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed up to watch ONE band perform. We knew a good number of people that were there already so we set out trying to find the best seat in the house. Well we noticed no one was writing back, and that is when we noticed none of our phones were working. It was like on New Years when everyone is trying to send Happy New Years text and the phone service gets backed up and the next day at like 3 you receive 80 more Happy New Years! I felt like this was maybe happening now. There were just so many people there and the majority of them were on their phones, that the system was just simply backed up. So we decided, well I guess being on the side of the stage is going to have to do. We tried to enjoy in the concert the best we could, but the combination of humidity, a mass number of people, the smell of alcohol and drugs just wasn't going to cut it.When luckily an old high school graduate of ours walked by, he told us to follow him, that everyone we knew was together. So we set out on a mission to find our friends, only problem was this kid walked at the speed of lightening, and there were at least 6 people in front of me, all of which were taller . So yes you called it this is where I got lost!
While we were walking I started to get this feeling like I was alone, and well I was. I stopped to see if I could see anyone I knew, and well that was a bust. I now had walked a good 50 yards alone. So I whip out my phone to try and call my friends, when I remembered, o ya my phone doesn't work. Wonderful, I don't know where I am, I don't know where my friends are, and the lesbian couple making out beside me was making me feel really uncomfortable. I felt awful, it was like everything was in slow motion. There I was, alone, in a sea of people, everyone walking past me, bumping into me, looking at me, people laughing, people talking, it was the most horrific feeling I have ever felt. At one point I looked up to the stars and thought really, why me, why do this to me. I was so freaked out and helpless I thought well maybe the North Star could guide me home, but we all know that wouldn't work in that situation, I was just helpless. I felt like Joe Dirt when his family left him at the Grand Canyon, just like that, a little boy with a mullet next to something enormous. For the first time in forever I really felt alone in the world.
So as I stood there I thought of what I should do, I could go back to the car, I could go back to where we were standing before, or I could have them call my friends over the intercom like they do for last children at Walmart. During all these thoughts I happened to turn slowly and wouldn't you believe it, my friend, she was on her phone, busting her way through the crowd, sweat dripping down her face, all for me. She ran to me, asked me what had happen, and I told her I was Joe Dirt!! I was so glad she came looking for me, I never had felt more relieved in my life.
I was lost for a good 20 to 30 minutes, enough time to think of every possible thing that could happen to me. I would like to blame Lonestar for allowing so many people in there, and my phone service, get your stuff together, so things like this doesn't happen again! We all decided it was a good time to leave before anything else happens to me! I love my friends, they are the absolute best! Thanks guys!
With love, Skylar
So this past week me and two really good friends of mine decided that we would go to the Eli Young Band concert, being hosted at Lonestar park. What we didn't know was that everyone plus their second cousin twice removed would be there. We were completely overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed up to watch ONE band perform. We knew a good number of people that were there already so we set out trying to find the best seat in the house. Well we noticed no one was writing back, and that is when we noticed none of our phones were working. It was like on New Years when everyone is trying to send Happy New Years text and the phone service gets backed up and the next day at like 3 you receive 80 more Happy New Years! I felt like this was maybe happening now. There were just so many people there and the majority of them were on their phones, that the system was just simply backed up. So we decided, well I guess being on the side of the stage is going to have to do. We tried to enjoy in the concert the best we could, but the combination of humidity, a mass number of people, the smell of alcohol and drugs just wasn't going to cut it.When luckily an old high school graduate of ours walked by, he told us to follow him, that everyone we knew was together. So we set out on a mission to find our friends, only problem was this kid walked at the speed of lightening, and there were at least 6 people in front of me, all of which were taller . So yes you called it this is where I got lost!
While we were walking I started to get this feeling like I was alone, and well I was. I stopped to see if I could see anyone I knew, and well that was a bust. I now had walked a good 50 yards alone. So I whip out my phone to try and call my friends, when I remembered, o ya my phone doesn't work. Wonderful, I don't know where I am, I don't know where my friends are, and the lesbian couple making out beside me was making me feel really uncomfortable. I felt awful, it was like everything was in slow motion. There I was, alone, in a sea of people, everyone walking past me, bumping into me, looking at me, people laughing, people talking, it was the most horrific feeling I have ever felt. At one point I looked up to the stars and thought really, why me, why do this to me. I was so freaked out and helpless I thought well maybe the North Star could guide me home, but we all know that wouldn't work in that situation, I was just helpless. I felt like Joe Dirt when his family left him at the Grand Canyon, just like that, a little boy with a mullet next to something enormous. For the first time in forever I really felt alone in the world.
So as I stood there I thought of what I should do, I could go back to the car, I could go back to where we were standing before, or I could have them call my friends over the intercom like they do for last children at Walmart. During all these thoughts I happened to turn slowly and wouldn't you believe it, my friend, she was on her phone, busting her way through the crowd, sweat dripping down her face, all for me. She ran to me, asked me what had happen, and I told her I was Joe Dirt!! I was so glad she came looking for me, I never had felt more relieved in my life.
I was lost for a good 20 to 30 minutes, enough time to think of every possible thing that could happen to me. I would like to blame Lonestar for allowing so many people in there, and my phone service, get your stuff together, so things like this doesn't happen again! We all decided it was a good time to leave before anything else happens to me! I love my friends, they are the absolute best! Thanks guys!
With love, Skylar
Sunday, June 13, 2010
It's a love story
I wouldn't call myself a romantic. Okay, I would in some ways, on some days, but the typical romantic things aren't important to me. I would be totally okay in NOT celebrating Valentine's Day with my significant other, which works out since I don't have one; I would also be okay with not celebrating anniversaries; I don't really put much stock into cute stories about how people met, either. Skylar has an issue with this apparently. We were chatting on the phone today, like any normal biffles do, and she casually mentioned how we became friends. By casually mentioned, I mean she began to reminisce about it like we were getting married tomorrow. Cute how much we love each other, RIGHT?!? Well, it would have been much cuter if I had known what the hell she was talking about. Such a man quality, I know. She was pretty hurt when she realized (because I told her) that I had not a clue how we became friends. So let me let you guys in on this prelude to our friendship.
Our high school was so small that everyone knows who everyone is. So I'm sure that we always knew each other, but according to Skylar, it was my senior year that this bond was solidified. We were both avid UIL participants. Obviously, we were the cool kids. Ha, sarcasm. So our love was cultivated at a meet located at Texas A&M Commerce. Looking back, I loved having meets here. I have the fondest memories there. That local was the place where the guys would play hacky-sack on the roof. We also got locked inside a garden there once. Had to climb a tree to get out; it was pretty scary (read: WONDERFUL). My memories of other UIL meet locals include Rice, where we took the clothing from a guy from another school and only left him a dress to wear. Fun fact: Skylar later went to prom with him. At another meet, I met a guy I liked, and he got my number. Later I found out that he liked boys. Because he asked me if my cute male friend was single. At another meet, I saw the guy I liked all up on some chick. So it's clear that my UIL memories weren't really hard to top. But according to Skylar, this Commerce meet was special.
I still don't really remember what she's talking about, but she says we watched One Tree Hill with some guy. OH MY DEAR!!! It literally just came rushing back to me!!!! Ok, first of all, it was NOT at Commerce, it was at Tarleton. (Where my sister attends school now, coincidentally.) We watched One Tree Hill on a laptop with the aforementioned guy that we made wear a dress, and who Skylar went to prom with and offended him by asking him if he liked boys. There were only a few people we knew at this meet, so we were forced to hang out with each other, Skylar and I. It's okay, because we turned out to be wonderful friends, though. THANK GOD! Because you know, I don't need any more uncomfortable UIL memories.
After the meet, I drove Skylar home in my adorable MINI Cooper. No, I don't have it anymore, so don't bother asking to see my sweet ride. My favorite part of this story was what I supposedly said to Skylar as I was dropping her off at her house: "Hey. Let's spend more time together." I'm awestruck at how we're friends after that. What an incredibly creepy thing to say to someone. I could maybe understand it if she was a man friend that I was creeping on, but to say that to a person of the same sex is pretty weird. Sorry, Sky! Only she would turn this into a magical friendship.
After that, she came to my surprise 16th birthday party put together by my best friend, Brittney. That whole situation was weird in itself. Brittney isn't from the same town I am, so she didn't know any of my friends from school, so she resorted to creepily emailing random people I was friends with on Myspace (because that was the cool thing to do). She ended up messaging people that I didn't even really know, so it got kind of weird. It turned out to be a weird night. We spent a lot of time on my swing set talking about the huge crush I had, which a few months later turned into the most unexpected (and regretted) relationship of my life. Because, you know, I've had so many.....
So yeah, that's the romantic, sentimental story of how mine and Skylar's relationship began. Now you know! You are welcome. I'm glad my creepiness returned something of value to me. Cross your fingers that happens again! Welp, I've got a really huge test tomorrow. Summer school- I know, ridiculous. Cross your fingers for that, too?? It's going to be ridiculously hard and I'm going to need some serious good vibes. OR cheering up afterward. Because the mostly likely outcome is going to be me feeling absolutely awful afterward.
AND one final thought: if you leave nice anonymous comments, I really, really appreciate it. Like more than you realize. Is it strange that it will literally make my day some days when I read some people say? It does. You know what would make my day even more, though? If I knew who you guys were. Seriously, leave a name. If you want. Because I'd really like to know who these awesome people are.
Mmmk. Time to pass out and have weird dreams!
Morgan
Our high school was so small that everyone knows who everyone is. So I'm sure that we always knew each other, but according to Skylar, it was my senior year that this bond was solidified. We were both avid UIL participants. Obviously, we were the cool kids. Ha, sarcasm. So our love was cultivated at a meet located at Texas A&M Commerce. Looking back, I loved having meets here. I have the fondest memories there. That local was the place where the guys would play hacky-sack on the roof. We also got locked inside a garden there once. Had to climb a tree to get out; it was pretty scary (read: WONDERFUL). My memories of other UIL meet locals include Rice, where we took the clothing from a guy from another school and only left him a dress to wear. Fun fact: Skylar later went to prom with him. At another meet, I met a guy I liked, and he got my number. Later I found out that he liked boys. Because he asked me if my cute male friend was single. At another meet, I saw the guy I liked all up on some chick. So it's clear that my UIL memories weren't really hard to top. But according to Skylar, this Commerce meet was special.
I still don't really remember what she's talking about, but she says we watched One Tree Hill with some guy. OH MY DEAR!!! It literally just came rushing back to me!!!! Ok, first of all, it was NOT at Commerce, it was at Tarleton. (Where my sister attends school now, coincidentally.) We watched One Tree Hill on a laptop with the aforementioned guy that we made wear a dress, and who Skylar went to prom with and offended him by asking him if he liked boys. There were only a few people we knew at this meet, so we were forced to hang out with each other, Skylar and I. It's okay, because we turned out to be wonderful friends, though. THANK GOD! Because you know, I don't need any more uncomfortable UIL memories.
After the meet, I drove Skylar home in my adorable MINI Cooper. No, I don't have it anymore, so don't bother asking to see my sweet ride. My favorite part of this story was what I supposedly said to Skylar as I was dropping her off at her house: "Hey. Let's spend more time together." I'm awestruck at how we're friends after that. What an incredibly creepy thing to say to someone. I could maybe understand it if she was a man friend that I was creeping on, but to say that to a person of the same sex is pretty weird. Sorry, Sky! Only she would turn this into a magical friendship.
After that, she came to my surprise 16th birthday party put together by my best friend, Brittney. That whole situation was weird in itself. Brittney isn't from the same town I am, so she didn't know any of my friends from school, so she resorted to creepily emailing random people I was friends with on Myspace (because that was the cool thing to do). She ended up messaging people that I didn't even really know, so it got kind of weird. It turned out to be a weird night. We spent a lot of time on my swing set talking about the huge crush I had, which a few months later turned into the most unexpected (and regretted) relationship of my life. Because, you know, I've had so many.....
So yeah, that's the romantic, sentimental story of how mine and Skylar's relationship began. Now you know! You are welcome. I'm glad my creepiness returned something of value to me. Cross your fingers that happens again! Welp, I've got a really huge test tomorrow. Summer school- I know, ridiculous. Cross your fingers for that, too?? It's going to be ridiculously hard and I'm going to need some serious good vibes. OR cheering up afterward. Because the mostly likely outcome is going to be me feeling absolutely awful afterward.
AND one final thought: if you leave nice anonymous comments, I really, really appreciate it. Like more than you realize. Is it strange that it will literally make my day some days when I read some people say? It does. You know what would make my day even more, though? If I knew who you guys were. Seriously, leave a name. If you want. Because I'd really like to know who these awesome people are.
Mmmk. Time to pass out and have weird dreams!
Morgan
Friday, June 11, 2010
How about you teach your child how to use a compass so he doesn't have to use breadcrumbs to navigate the woods?!
This is what I do when I'm sick and can't muster up the strength to study for my test that's on Monday.
This is one of my favorite videos ever.
This one just as funny as it is wrong.
And then I stumbled upon this little gem. Oh. My. Gosh. I can't even handle this.
"And hypothetically, there are female engineers. But Big Foot also exists hypothetically." Hahahahahaha. This is wonderful.
And then I watched this. And laughed out loud. Mostly just about the anti-bacterial versus a virus thing.
I can't stop laughing. I hope people understand these are jokes and I am in no way saying I agree with this mess.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. I have never found a video that makes me this happy. BEARS HAVE NO PITY!!!!!
I have no idea why these are so appealing to me.
I have to stop.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help but post these. When I feel better and can hold my head up on my own, I'll do better. I promise. Hope you laughed.
Morgan
This is one of my favorite videos ever.
This one just as funny as it is wrong.
And then I stumbled upon this little gem. Oh. My. Gosh. I can't even handle this.
"And hypothetically, there are female engineers. But Big Foot also exists hypothetically." Hahahahahaha. This is wonderful.
And then I watched this. And laughed out loud. Mostly just about the anti-bacterial versus a virus thing.
I can't stop laughing. I hope people understand these are jokes and I am in no way saying I agree with this mess.
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. I have never found a video that makes me this happy. BEARS HAVE NO PITY!!!!!
I have no idea why these are so appealing to me.
I have to stop.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help but post these. When I feel better and can hold my head up on my own, I'll do better. I promise. Hope you laughed.
Morgan
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Morgan’s milkshake will definitely bring you to the yard!
Alright so before I embark on my blog of the day, I want to first let everyone know what my title is about! OK so when me and Morgan start to talk the most awkward, random nonsense comes out of our mouths, and for Morgan this was one of them. I told her I had gotten a Baja blast, and if anyone knows Morgan you will know that that is her favorite drink, she of course got upset and well this is how the conversation went.
M- How dare you, I am sick and you go out and do a thing like that
S-Well I am sorry if it makes you feel better I thought of you while I enjoyed every drop
M- O well it doesn't matter because I made a milkshake
S- O awesome because I hate milkshakes
M- Well my milkshake WOULD bring you to the yard
S-WTF, I don't think the song was going for a literally interpretation, but I like yours so much more!
I love Morgan so much even when she is sick she never ceases to make me laugh! Thanks Morgan!
Alright so on with post, OK I don't know if this is something that bothers others, but for a fact it gets on my nerves. So facebook, I am pretty sure everyone has so I wont go into great detail of what this is about because I am almost positive everyone has seen this more than once. What is with the sentence with no spaces in between the first and the last name of a person? Anyone? And sometimes it might not even be a sentence, but a collection of words that describes that person. Well I don't understand stand, and I took the liberty of taking a few examples from my own personal facebook. And here they are,
1. Cody Stompasaurus Ladd
2. Kaleb ShuffleTron Schneider
3. Christopher IrunHonda Villines
4.Johnathan Stompaneesha Gualito
5. Edina LiveLife Brooks
So these are only a few, and I am by no means trying to put these people down, I actually think most of them are really great, so it isn't a personal vendetta I have for these people, it just really is the name in the middle that kills me. Like Stompasaurus is that a new breed of dino that you uncovered because I don't get it. Or IrunHonda, O so your like a manager at a Honda dealership and you are proud of your job, if so great, if not what is the point. Can anyone enlighten me on what this new fad is about. Thanks
With Love, Skylar
P.S here is a video that I find so funny, but please take it with a grain of salt!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
A few pet peeves and a plea for help
First of all, I want to ask anyone and everyone who reads a quick question: what's your favorite fairytale? I have to write a paper analyzing a fairytale for a Cultural Formations class, and my professor told me that Alice in Wonderland is not a fairytale. Soooo instead of doing anything productive, I'm asking your advice. Because that's how much I value your opinion. :) By the way, we aren't allowed to write about Snow White, so don't bother posting that as your favorite, even though it's one of the few fairy tales I really respect.
I thought I'd share with you a few of my pet peeves, the first of which is really relevant to my plea for advice.
--Fairy tales. I'm aware that they're necessary to a child's psychological development, but that doesn't mean that they don't get on my nerves incredibly much. I hate that society thinks it's okay to teach girls that our only role is to be a passive possession. I hate the end goal of most fairy tales is marriage, love, typically to a prince, or eventual prince. Fairy tales set people up for disappointment. Maybe they give hope in rough times, but I'm not convinced I believe in obtaining your happily ever after via marriage.
--People that order decaf coffee. WHY?!?!?!?!?! I just don't understand it. Why drink something so bitter and unappealing if it isn't going to help you pull an all-nighter or stay awake after having an amazingly long night??? I LOVE my Nonfat Peppermint White Mocha with an extra shot of espresso just as much as the next gal, but I'm not going to drink it if I'm not getting some kind of benefit in the form of energy/ability to stay awake.
--When my people get upset and expect me to know how to handle it. Not necessarily they're problem, but just the fact that they're upset. They are really only two people in my life that I can handle upset: Brittney and Fatema. I can tell Brittney whatever the hell I'm thinking and she doesn't get more upset or offended. Let's face it, most of my thoughts are pretty offensive, so that's really nice of her. Fatema is a Psych major, and has been the sole reason I respect Psych majors a lot more than I used to. She can have logical discussions when she's upset, and that's so rare. We can talk about things, and she just needs someone to listen and reassure her sometimes. She's logical and wonderful, so it's always easy to reassure her without lying, which I really like. Other than those two, I have no idea how to handle an upset person. I'm bad at sympathizing and verbally expressing it. I never know what to say, and it just gets really awkward.
--When people bring up my age in irrelevant situations. Listen, I totally get that I'm younger than most of my peers. This can be really relevant in situations like going to bars and things of that nature, but typically I don't really understand why it needs to be brought up. It just makes me feel like people think they have this entitlement because they're older than me, and it really bothers me. I don't have much to say about this, just wanted to thank whoever my anonymous friend is that apparently agrees with me. (Check Skylar's last post.) Soooo yeah. That's it.
I'm going to late for class now, so let me know about the fairytale advice? Thanks. :) Sorry for the short, unfunny post. I'll work on that ASAP. I'll leave you with this HILARIOUS engineering cartoon.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! SO TRUE!!!!!!
Morgan
I thought I'd share with you a few of my pet peeves, the first of which is really relevant to my plea for advice.
--Fairy tales. I'm aware that they're necessary to a child's psychological development, but that doesn't mean that they don't get on my nerves incredibly much. I hate that society thinks it's okay to teach girls that our only role is to be a passive possession. I hate the end goal of most fairy tales is marriage, love, typically to a prince, or eventual prince. Fairy tales set people up for disappointment. Maybe they give hope in rough times, but I'm not convinced I believe in obtaining your happily ever after via marriage.
--People that order decaf coffee. WHY?!?!?!?!?! I just don't understand it. Why drink something so bitter and unappealing if it isn't going to help you pull an all-nighter or stay awake after having an amazingly long night??? I LOVE my Nonfat Peppermint White Mocha with an extra shot of espresso just as much as the next gal, but I'm not going to drink it if I'm not getting some kind of benefit in the form of energy/ability to stay awake.
--When my people get upset and expect me to know how to handle it. Not necessarily they're problem, but just the fact that they're upset. They are really only two people in my life that I can handle upset: Brittney and Fatema. I can tell Brittney whatever the hell I'm thinking and she doesn't get more upset or offended. Let's face it, most of my thoughts are pretty offensive, so that's really nice of her. Fatema is a Psych major, and has been the sole reason I respect Psych majors a lot more than I used to. She can have logical discussions when she's upset, and that's so rare. We can talk about things, and she just needs someone to listen and reassure her sometimes. She's logical and wonderful, so it's always easy to reassure her without lying, which I really like. Other than those two, I have no idea how to handle an upset person. I'm bad at sympathizing and verbally expressing it. I never know what to say, and it just gets really awkward.
--When people bring up my age in irrelevant situations. Listen, I totally get that I'm younger than most of my peers. This can be really relevant in situations like going to bars and things of that nature, but typically I don't really understand why it needs to be brought up. It just makes me feel like people think they have this entitlement because they're older than me, and it really bothers me. I don't have much to say about this, just wanted to thank whoever my anonymous friend is that apparently agrees with me. (Check Skylar's last post.) Soooo yeah. That's it.
I'm going to late for class now, so let me know about the fairytale advice? Thanks. :) Sorry for the short, unfunny post. I'll work on that ASAP. I'll leave you with this HILARIOUS engineering cartoon.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! SO TRUE!!!!!!
Morgan
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I'm back and here to stay!
So yes as you all may know, I haven't wrote in some time now. I guess from leaving school, coming home, and feeling all alone in the world I just haven't felt up to par with this whole blog thing. And well from all the rude comments I get from all our readers, you all don't really care to listen to my stories. Here is what I have to say about all that, one if you want to make rude comments about me, go right ahead, but how about this time leave your name, I mean I go out on a limb to show everyone who I really am, and all you do is sit behind your computer and say rude things to me, its not funny it is only annoying. So man up and reveal yourself. THANKS! Next I want to say sorry that I don't have ridiculous things happen to me the way my best friend Morgan does. You see me and Morgan are two different people, she allows herself to be put in these situations , when I don't. And she should she is younger than me, and everything she is going through I have been through, well maybe not being forced into drinking liquid silver, or have an odd obsession with small garden friends. But that is why we work so well with each other, I am always there for her when the situations she is put into fail, or leave her face down in a toilet someone. And she knows that. So no matter what you say or how much you would prefer her stories over mine, this is OUR blog and I will keep writing until we both decide it is time for this relationship to be over, and i have a feeling that will be never. I promise to work more on the correct form of blogscript, even though a personal blog should be however we want it, but this blog isn't just for me and Morgan it is for every person reading to enjoy and relate to us in someway or another. I hope that there is someone out there who is able to see that the things I say aren't worthless, that they mean something, and that I am a person too, and words hurt me the way they hurt everyone, something I have learned in the past couple of years. So if you mean what you say, great, always stick by your words, but think before you speak, because the words that come out of your mouth may really hurt someone. I have seen plenty of girls who have always had that tough girl thing be broken down by the smallest of words, and like a good friend I will always be there to pick up the pieces.
Thanks, with love, Skylar
Thanks, with love, Skylar
Sunday, June 6, 2010
If you comment my posts, I'll do it more often...
I'm not 100% sure how to start this post. I'm going to be honest, I think there'll be a lot of rambling in it. I'll start out with the best part. I saw C and his girlfriend. It was uncomfortable and I puked. I really wish I were kidding right now. A friend of mine used to teach at my high school, and she didn't want to go watch the kids she taught graduate alone. So I'm a pushover and went with her. I don't know how I forgot that C's brother was graduating, but whatever. I sat down and of course, three rows below me come the absolute last people I want to see. I really don't have a lot to say about it. This was the first time I had seen them, and I'm not even sure if they saw me. There were traces of public tears and afterward I puked in a bathroom stall. Even after that though, I was comforted by passive aggressive remarks made by more than a few people. They addressed topics including, but not limited to, the fact that I was indeed NOT wearing hoe shorts to a graduation and the miscellaneous comments about career choices. Sooo that was sweet. And I'm going to be 100% serious for a second and say that this isn't even a big deal. Kudos to me, right? In all honesty, they seem like they go together. I mean that in a negative way and in a positive way. So way to be mature. BUT in a less mature moment of mine, I'm going to go ahead and say that I'm still made about petty things. (i.e. my birthday, Christmas, and hurtful remarks)
But here's something that IS a big issue for me. I had a dream that I was quite displeased with that night. No, it wasn't anything like the dream I had about my resident. But it was about C. I dreamt that he called me and apologized and said really nice things and then hung up. So now the saying In your dreams is pretty literal. Cool....
Sorry about that lapse in humor. I hate it when I go off on a serious/not funny tangent.
To make up for it, I have a story about quite possibly the epitome of my creepiness. I'm creeping hard on this guy I have classes with. We're both ME majors, so we've had quite a few classes together and will continue to. We have one this summer, and at least two in the fall. Well, I might have saved a picture of him from his facebook onto my phone. And I might have, and still am, texting it to my friends, and my mom. Just to be like, "HEY GUYS!!!! I'm creeping hard on this guy. We actually talk in person and he asked about my gnome collection AND HERE'S A PICTURE!!!!!!!!!" The general response has always involved the words, "wow" and "creep". So I'm dealing with that....
Might means definitely. By the way....
And my mom thinks I need to go on anti-anxiety medication because I'm really uptight and get really anxious and act like I'm on speed sometimes. So she thinks I'm weird... BUT I refuse to until I donate at least one batch of eggs. So that is my life right now.
Yours creepily,
Morgan
But here's something that IS a big issue for me. I had a dream that I was quite displeased with that night. No, it wasn't anything like the dream I had about my resident. But it was about C. I dreamt that he called me and apologized and said really nice things and then hung up. So now the saying In your dreams is pretty literal. Cool....
Sorry about that lapse in humor. I hate it when I go off on a serious/not funny tangent.
To make up for it, I have a story about quite possibly the epitome of my creepiness. I'm creeping hard on this guy I have classes with. We're both ME majors, so we've had quite a few classes together and will continue to. We have one this summer, and at least two in the fall. Well, I might have saved a picture of him from his facebook onto my phone. And I might have, and still am, texting it to my friends, and my mom. Just to be like, "HEY GUYS!!!! I'm creeping hard on this guy. We actually talk in person and he asked about my gnome collection AND HERE'S A PICTURE!!!!!!!!!" The general response has always involved the words, "wow" and "creep". So I'm dealing with that....
Might means definitely. By the way....
And my mom thinks I need to go on anti-anxiety medication because I'm really uptight and get really anxious and act like I'm on speed sometimes. So she thinks I'm weird... BUT I refuse to until I donate at least one batch of eggs. So that is my life right now.
Yours creepily,
Morgan
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