I'm sorry I go missing often

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

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

"Sharks are not very intelligent and certainly don't hold grudges."

Ok. You ask, and I provide. Getting comments on my posts is seriously the best thing ever. BUT this will be my last post until after finals are over. Mechanical Engineering doesn't necessarily come naturally to me, so I'm going to be studying until my fingers bleed. Which doesn't sound like a good analogy, but totally is. Since my classes are all math and engineering, I just do a lot of practice problems to study. After enough practice problems, my pencil gives me blisters and genuinely might make me bleed. So BAM, analogy validated.

I'm going to go ahead and preface this post with telling you that I am extremely mad right now. Okay, maybe not mad, but in a VERY grumpy mood. I'm not going into tons of detail about why (if you do want to know, read my personal blog- email skyvansblog@gmail.com for the link), but I will tell you that I'm currently taking suggestions on how to be as petty and extreme as possible. There's a playground in front of my building and I legitimately considered kicking a toddler as I was walking home today. That's what kind of mood I'm in. And to make things worse, I can't even go to PetCo (which is where my best friend takes me when I'm upset because I LOVE cats) because I'm so busy. After I pump out this post, I've got a million and two things to get done. All of which involve things I'm not a huge fan of, i.e. studying for math, talking to residents about issues, chilling in my boss's office for funsies because no one signed up for check outs, nighttime studying, etc. So summary: I'm in a pissed off mood and feel like making lots of unfriendly comments about things like C... and... I tried to think of more things that I can be rude about, but that's really all I've got. I hate generating functions, but I adore my mildly autistic professor, so it balances out.

First things first: the title of this post is just a random and direct quote from a friend's oceanography book. Completely random and hilarious. I love sharks. To the point where when people ask me what my favorite holiday is, I tell them its SHARK WEEK!!!!! You know, on the Discovery channel? BEST. WEEK. EVER. They just play shows about sharks all week. It happens over the summer, I think in August, so get excited.

And I have a question for anyone who will respond: how do you feel about wearing jewelry that an ex got you? When I was asked this question by a then significant other, I definitely thought I would have no problem wearing stuff he got me after we broke up. It just occurred to me how weird it is that we had this conversation before thinking about breaking up. Maybe I shouldn't be so naive... But back to the point, now I think that wearing jewelry given to you by an ex is like living a lie. Why would I want to wear something given to me out of love when obviously things weren't what you thought they were? How do you feel about it? PLEASE comment this post with some opinions. Because I just might have a few necklaces and a pair of earrings that won't ever be worn again. Like I'm going to get new jewelry after finals so I'll have gold to wear because wearing my current stuff puts me in the worst mood. Wearing stuff C got me just makes me think about things like how I spent my last birthday crying on my couch alone because I was under the impression that "I can't wait until your birthday. We're going to do something fun." meant that we'd do something when obviously it meant that he was going to talk on the phone in the hallway for funsies all night. Or about the times I got scolded for being out late when obviously I should have been home so he'd have a place to stay after clubbing with the girls/hoes that "didn't care if he had a girlfriend." So those are my thoughts...

Another thing I feel exceptionally strong about, in a good way though, is kissing people on the cheek when you greet them. So many other cultures do this and I want it to go mainstream in America. I have a good friend, slash he's also the son of one of my professors- fun fact, that is from Mexico. After learning of my extreme excitement about cheek kiss greetings, we know do this every time we see each other. It seriously makes my day. Does it make my day even more when his dad is nearby so he sees that I'm cool with his culture and maybe that'll influence my grade? YES. Absolutely yes.

The other day, while I was in my Autistic professor's office, I saw that he was looking up articles about Yetti's. Do I even have to comment on this?! One of the greatest moments of my life was seeing my five foot tall, eighty year old professor googling Yetti's. (*Note: stats not confirmed, only estimated.)

I want to do a whole post about why I hate stereotypes about people from Texas. So I'm not going to spoil it with snide comments now, but be looking for that. Because I really, really do hate Texas stereotypes.

"Morgan, you're so negative. What are some things you love, other than rude comments about C and cheek kiss greetings??" you ask. Youtube videos of turtles. THAT is something I love.




^^fifteen seconds in is where the entertainment starts...



^^A CAT AND A TURTLE????? First of all, this a creepy cat. Why is it so frozen? What is it looking at? Why do I love it SO much?? And that's a fast little turtle!! I've watching this too many times for it to be considered normal....





^^that goldfish is a little trickster.



^^it looks like a little dinosaur!!!!!! Also, this kid obviously has no life. just like me...



^^bahahaha. i really hope you're finding these as great as I am... Or it could just be another example of how much of a creep I am...


Okay. I really have to get to work and then study. So I will see you all after finals. My last one is Monday...

With awkwardness, and creepiness,
Morgan