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

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

I'm not the pretty sister, and I get reminded of that fact often

Good news!! My computer is officially fixed. Yay!!! I'm not worried about this happening again, because no one is here anymore that will use Internet Explorer to look up NSFW material because that person knows I use Firefox and won't see the IE history. I mean, IF that was even the problem....

And in other news- A question I often ask myself is "What would I normal person do in this situation?" Never before has the answer been, "Go to the drive in with Sky and a bucket of chicken." That was my Friday night exactly a week ago. Something about being home makes me so much more comfortable with not being on par with normal. And spending time with Skylar doesn't help that situation. So long story short: we rolled up to the KFC drive thru and, I kid you not, asked, "What's the least amount of chicken we can get in a bucket?" Because really, it was the bucket with which we were most concerned. If you were wondering- the answer is six. You can get six pieces of chicken in a bucket.

That is what I do when I'm home. Another thing I like to do when I'm home: spend time with my little brother. My family, yeah sure. But mainly the smallest sibling. He literally had tears in his eyes and asked our parents if I could sleep in his room because he "never gets to spend time with Morgan anymore." SO CUTE, RIGHT?! Well, I like to go to his baseball games. I have awfully bad anxiety, so I get ridiculously nervous watching. But the last game I went to was particularly eventful. Turns out, one of umps was absolutely the definition of attractive. And the kicker? My sister and I were desperately trying to figure out where we knew him from, and it turns out that he has asked her out on several dates. She declined, God knows why. And yet again was I reminded that I am indeed not the pretty sister. Just like in high school when people told me that. Often. So I'm not sure how to handle that.

Another situation I'm not sure how I'm going to handle: a friend of mine is going to come stay with me. In my apartment. For more than one day. I really want her to stay with me. I'm more concerned about her. Like, I couldn't possibly have a roommate, so I hope this doesn't have an effect on our friendship. And I have a couch made for midgets. Anyone who has been to my apartment knows I'm not exaggerating. It's long but really, really thin. And that's what she said. But no, I'm not really not kidding.

Something that happened to me yesterday: I gave the lead in Cute Is What We Aim For a lighter. So it was pretty legit, I'm a huge fan of their music. And by huge fan, I mean that I want to make out to it. BUT that just makes me realize how I don't have that in my life, sooooo.... There's that. For the record, I absolutely don't smoke, but my best friend left her lighter in my car, so I definitely gave that mess up fast. Sorry, B. But it was absolutely worth it because he definitely said, "Sweet car." Shaant was pretty cunning in real life. I might have texted my mom a picture of him and I. She then replied, "Please go home alone." Which made me feel pretty good, because she apparently was under the impression that I just asked a potential hook up to take a picture with me so I could text it to my mom for approval. This also means that she thought that I had a potential hook-up. And an attractive one at that. Yet again I find myself saying "Thanks for the confidence boost, MOM!" So yeahhh....

Here's a picture of Shaant. So you know what kind of guy my mom thinks I'm getting...

If only....

Which leads me right into another concern- why the HELL aren't there more guys like this in my life? I'm a BIG fan of beards. In fact, beards absolutely should be added to my make-out list. Mmm. And because I have an undeniable attraction to men with beards and long hair, I might have been excessively creepy to a guy on Twitter and/or Formspring. Which is just great for me.

Yours awkwardly, and creepily,
Morgan

Sorry for being such a missing person.... Not that you were missing me...

First of all, sorry for being the most sketch person ever and not posting. I'm the worst. Trust me, I'm very aware of that. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I've been forced to work in my boss's office all day long almost every day of the week. "Morgan, you could totally take your computer to work with you and write about the wacky things your boss does/says!!" Well, dear reader, maybe I could if I had a laptop with working wireless. That's right. I live a charmed life and I feel the need to publicly complain about the most minute thing ever: no wireless. That's why I am looking to alternative methods for making money. Since my job doesn't pay me in real money, you know...

AND another obstacle in my blogging path- I had toe surgery. Yep, I'm claiming that my toe preventing me from typing. Obviously. I didn't get time off from work, so by the time I got to come back to my apartment, I just crashed. And by crashed I mean I spent a lot of time on my couch watching movies and Deadliest Warrior and Man vs. Wild. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching Bear Grylls in nature, but I am no questions asked a Geoff Desmoulin girl. If I could pick only one show to watch for the rest of my life, it'd be Deadliest Warrior. I can listen to him talk his Biomedical Engineering lingo and look at his built body every day... AND he totally replied me on twitter. NOT. EVEN. KIDDING. I'd date rape him so fast, it's unreal.

Something of more substance: I saw C yesterday. My little brother desperately wanted to have his birthday party at a certain location where C happens to have a second job. And of course he, as in my little brother, begged me to come. And my sweet little brother is my weakness, so I went. I crossed my fingers that C wouldn't be working. Let me clarify: solely for the purpose of me not being put in a weird position. In all honesty, I knew I'd be a huge wuss about it and probably get all weird and emotional and I just didn't want that to happen. Sooooo of course my luck isn't great, and Chason ran up to me telling me he saw C right as C texted me saying he saw Chason. Literally, here's our conversation (paraphrased- don't quote me. I always delete our conversations after they happened.):

C- "Just saw Chason. Lol."
M- "Yeah, we're here for his birthday."
C- "Oh cool. I don't want things to be awkward."
M- "It's cool, I had to go anyway."
C- "Later."
M- "Thanks for giving Chason those extra tokens. He was really excited."
C- "No prob. He's a cool kid."

Seems like a totally normal conversation, right?? It wasn't. I will not be friends if this is what friends are. I refuse to go from having conversations of substance to this. People change, that's all it boils down to. And by that I really mean that people that were once good people decide that partying, drugs, and generally the lack of anything of substance are priorities. I deleted the conversation, so I wouldn't be tempted to make myself look weird, stupid, embarrassing in any way. Which is pretty hopeless anyway. Actually, I do feel WAY better about myself after that anonymous comment about his new girl being a troll doll that has a low IQ. Anyway. I'm going to go ahead and put this out there- yesterday was a good day to see C. Like I saw a friend, and she was like, "Whoa, you look good." And I was like, "Good, because I saw C." Ohhh, this is my life. I mean, I saw him. I assume he saw me. Maybe he didn't. Totally doesn't matter. Mainly because of that anonymous comment.... Love you, Anonym.

And sorry for that...

Annddddd more embarrassing things about myself: I like cops. Sky and I had a talk about this on our way to the drive ins with a bucket of chicken (this was our Saturday night...). I have a list of... well, professions... I'd like to make out with. Is that weird? My last post hinted at how hot I think teachers are. You know, attractive teachers. But here's my complete list: teacher, cop, firefighter, soldier, emt/paramedic. A good title for this list is Professions I think are hot... So there's that...

I'm not going to elaborate on this, because it's weirder than I'm comfortable with, but I'm really bad at texting. Like bad to the point where on Saturday night two of my best friends forcefully took my phone from me to text a guy. This is partially because they love me and think that I might need some male interaction in my life. Not even anything bad, just some form of interaction. Thank guys.

Mk, I'm pretty much out of topics. I'm going to work tomorrow, so I'm sure I'm going to have lots of comments about that. Also, please email me (skyvanblog@gmail.com) if you want to read my personal blog. I post more there. Go ahead and email me if you think you can help me with texting dilemmas. I'm definitely currently having one. Which will inevitably turn into an embarrassing story to post here. Ahh, the cycle...

Yours awkwardly,
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