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

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

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!

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'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

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

Instead of talking about me being awkward, today I have awkward observations.

Today I have a clear outline of my venting topics. A few nights ago I hung out with a good friend from high school, and I feel that the reminiscing should be shared. You're welcome. :)

Okay, the first thing doesn't have anything to do with my high school, or anyone from there. But it's pretty relevant because I know a single person in my life that does this. Let me premise this with the fact that I saw a CSI episode about this once, and I absolutely didn't believe that people actually did this. That is, until I was being a creep on facebook and saw pictures of an acquaintance dressed up as an animal. I can only assume that he rubs on other people dressed as animals for sexual pleasure, because that's what CSI says. I genuinely wanted to know how this gets started, so my friend and I did some internet research. We didn't find anything we were looking for, BUT we did find something disturbing enough to distract us from the mission: if you're a minor, your parents have to escort you to these "festivals". I can just imagine this conversation happening:

"Hey, Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you two. Would one of you mind accompanying me to a convention where I'll dress up as an animal and rub up on other people dressed as animals to fulfill my sexual desires? K, thanks for accepting my lifestyle choice!"

There are just so many things about this I don't understand. Like the costume cleaning process. I'm assuming that has to be dry cleaned. I guess you could say you do this for kids birthdays or something. Or you could be ambitious and say you were doing a commercial or something in it. But I just don't see how anyone would be comfortable going into a dry cleaners with an adult sized animal costume and saying, "Yeah, I got a little excited at my convention and really need this dry cleaned. How long will it take, because I have a date in it soon?"

I'm just getting more and more confused about this....

Ok. I've retyped this paragraph about seven times because I'm trying to handle it sensitively. Anyone that knows me knows that is not something I do well. I mean, I might have made one of my best friends cry because I told her she was naive and I'm just absolutely not able to handle friendship topics sensitively. I think a friend of mine in high school had an imaginary girlfriend. There, I said it. We all said it to each other, and now it's out in the open. When I say that I think he had an imaginary girlfriend, I mean that he talked about his girlfriend like she was real and told everyone she was an actual person, but I just don't think that was the case. Even though "she" lived a few towns away, no one ever met her. Not even his best friend. He would show us naked pictures of her, but they never included a face. And the hair color was never the same in two photos. Neither was the skin tone. I feel like that's a compelling enough argument to settle this. I mean, it's been like three years since this happened, so the details are fresh on my mind. But maybe, maybe it was someone messing with him. Like he thought she was a real person, but really it was someone just sending random nude pics of the internet. Oh, it's coming back to me. I legitimately think that we were pretty convinced that it was two girls making our friend think that this other one was real. Like I said, three years ago is a little foggy, but I'm sticking with my original claim that the girlfriend was imaginary. This is one of my favorite high school memories. Obviously, high wasn't spectacular for me...

Quick subject change- an Asian family visited my apartment a few months ago. They knocked on my door and asked if they could show their son the apartment. I was wary at first, but then they explained their journey in adorable broken English. Turns out, the had lived in my apartment while getting their Master's here twenty years ago and conceived a child. Nine months later, they delivered said child on my bed. So they wanted to come and show their son where he was born. My bed. I'm not thrilled that this happened, but, I mean, cool story, right? They didn't stay long, but in the short time they were here, it was so clear that the boy was uncomfortable. It's like his eyes were saying, "Sorry that you now know that an Asian baby was born where you sleep." So yeah, fun fact about my apartment. I totally understand if any of my friends that read this never want to come over again. I also totally understand if my friends that read this do want to come over.

And that's all I have today. I'm pretty grumpy, so I'm really not going to try to dig any deeper than what I had previously saved in my phone as "Ideas for Sky-Vans".

Morgan