As I was getting comfortable on the couch, I noticed a ton of crusty crap on the back thigh of my pajamas. The worst part is that it doesn't even smell familiar. I guess it doesn't really matter since no one really sees the back of my PJs anyway, but I'm still semi-grossed out. I have no idea where I've been sitting.
Okay, my moment.
So the other day, I had to change my civilian shirt to my student council shirt, because It Is Required for class. Since I am pretty good at finding secluded bathrooms (I have a problem doing my business when other people can witness it. More about that later) I figured I would be okay to change in the area immediately outside of the stalls, but still within the realms of the bathroom. As I was changing, the thought that randomly appeared in my head was that I wouldn't even be surprised if someone walked through the door I was facing. And sure enough, some lady, probably a professor, did.
Another weird moment.
As I was slicing up a delicious pineapple from more than a week ago, tonight, the only thing I could think about was the Spongebob Squarepants theme song.
The Bathroom Thing
I'm sorry I keep fixating on this. I feel like it is going to come back and haunt me. So I have this thing. And probably I'm the only one, but I get extreme stage fright whenever I have to do my business in a public restroom. I hold it at all costs. It got so bad when I was a freshmen, that I would wait until the entire apartment was either vacated or unconscious to do my thing. Anyway. I prefer empty many-stalled bathrooms, if I am about to explode. I can't handle the one-sie bathroom. Going in, they and I would know what I did in there, and it's horrible. I can't even bear to make eye contact. Bottom line: I am an expert at knowing when and where the empty bathrooms are on campus.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Day 20 – This month, in great detail
This month has been insane, just like I knew it would be. I am enrolled in three communications classes, including a media lab. Even though I can handle the subject material like nobody's business, I was not prepared for the... public relations aspect. I discovered on my first day of the semester (circa Jan 3) that I was expected to be on time, if not early, to class and exact about my deadlines, because that is how the industry goes (the boldness is an exact quote). All my life, I have been very good at that, so I figured I would be fine.
Not so.
Somewhere between second grade and now, I have become quite lazy and not as detail oriented as I used to be. I am lucky these days to make it to class on time, and sometimes I just flat out forget that I need to turn my paper in online in addition to a paper copy in class. I have missed far too many iclicker (attendance) quizzes, and I am sorely behind in my reading. I guess I could blame it on my age and its inevitable mind fogginess. But. I am only twenty, so I'm not real sure that excuse would float.
Anyway. Point is. My moleskine is now officially attached to my hip. I would write more, but, well, I am about to be late for another class. Til next time.
UPDATE - Note, this is slightly off color
Also, as a preface, this experience is pretty much the story of my life. I have another story to share in the next post to demonstrate. While it was happening, it didn't even surprise me, because This Is Just What Happens To Me.
After my lesson in Friday, I decided to take a shower today, even though I would be pushing it. After quickly relieving myself I jumped into the shower (Can I just say I hate hard-boiled eggs? Not only do I hate the taste, but my body does everything it can to get it out of my system as fast as possible. You may wonder why I ate the thing in the first place. And frankly, I don't really know). After a respectable amount of time, I turned off the water, but I was confused why I could still hear the sound of a steady flow of water. In horror, I realized the toliet was overflowing at an alarming rate. Naked and frantic, I tried to turn the emergency knob to stop the flow, but it was jammed (STUPID OLD APARTMENT THAT IS OLD. AND BREAKING. AND RUSTING). I was freaking out so much I couldn't even decide which article of clothing to put on first, and to make matters worse, my window blinds were open, so probably, someone even witnessed this blessed event.
As I stood helplessly by, the water flowed into the vanity area, and was nearing the carpet. I jammed some mismatched clothing on and called the complex office, like a near death victim dialing 911. They quickly dispatched a man with technical abilities and he calmly walked in and lifted the toliet cover where he proceeded to stick his hand in the disgustingly rusted...insides. He assured me all was well and left me practically ankle-deep in the mess. So roommates, if you are reading this, this is why there are like five towels dripping wet and hanging in the shower. I will wash them for you.
Not so.
Somewhere between second grade and now, I have become quite lazy and not as detail oriented as I used to be. I am lucky these days to make it to class on time, and sometimes I just flat out forget that I need to turn my paper in online in addition to a paper copy in class. I have missed far too many iclicker (attendance) quizzes, and I am sorely behind in my reading. I guess I could blame it on my age and its inevitable mind fogginess. But. I am only twenty, so I'm not real sure that excuse would float.
Anyway. Point is. My moleskine is now officially attached to my hip. I would write more, but, well, I am about to be late for another class. Til next time.
UPDATE - Note, this is slightly off color
Also, as a preface, this experience is pretty much the story of my life. I have another story to share in the next post to demonstrate. While it was happening, it didn't even surprise me, because This Is Just What Happens To Me.
After my lesson in Friday, I decided to take a shower today, even though I would be pushing it. After quickly relieving myself I jumped into the shower (Can I just say I hate hard-boiled eggs? Not only do I hate the taste, but my body does everything it can to get it out of my system as fast as possible. You may wonder why I ate the thing in the first place. And frankly, I don't really know). After a respectable amount of time, I turned off the water, but I was confused why I could still hear the sound of a steady flow of water. In horror, I realized the toliet was overflowing at an alarming rate. Naked and frantic, I tried to turn the emergency knob to stop the flow, but it was jammed (STUPID OLD APARTMENT THAT IS OLD. AND BREAKING. AND RUSTING). I was freaking out so much I couldn't even decide which article of clothing to put on first, and to make matters worse, my window blinds were open, so probably, someone even witnessed this blessed event.
As I stood helplessly by, the water flowed into the vanity area, and was nearing the carpet. I jammed some mismatched clothing on and called the complex office, like a near death victim dialing 911. They quickly dispatched a man with technical abilities and he calmly walked in and lifted the toliet cover where he proceeded to stick his hand in the disgustingly rusted...insides. He assured me all was well and left me practically ankle-deep in the mess. So roommates, if you are reading this, this is why there are like five towels dripping wet and hanging in the shower. I will wash them for you.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Day 19 – Something you regret, in great detail
So... I am not sure how many of you know this, but I used to play the flute rather well. I won a few competitions and I had the potential to be really good if I had practiced more. My mom even bought me a really nice flute. Except I quit when I got to high school so I could more fully explore the world of debate.
I used to think I regretted quitting, but now that I think about it, I do not think I would be the person I am today, if it weren't for debate. I wouldn't be so comfortable speaking to groups of people (essential for my future profession), and I definitely would not be as confident in myself. I wouldn't have even considered public relations and business if it weren't for debate. I kinda wish I had stuck with piano a little longer, but really, I don't think I have any real regrets. Everything that has happened in my life has changed me for the better. I really hope I can say that at the end of my life.
In other news, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad hair day yesterday. And I didn't realize it until 5:30 pm. Basically, I got up super late and had approximately five minutes to get ready and out the door. Shower was out of the question, so I shoved a hat on my barely brushed hair, threw on the nearest articles of clothing that vaguely resembled business casual, stumbled into some slipper shoes (my knees are really taking a toll with the high heel every day policy. I really gotta buy some flats), and ran out the door. When I got to work, my sweater was inside out, and I looked like a hot mess. I kind of forgot about it, because I figured there wasn't much I could do about it, since I was at school all day.
But lemme tell you, when I got home from work and school, I about died when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. About ten various tolietries fell off the vanity when I realized in horror I had been walking around with this ginormous bird's nest on the back of my head. Moral of the story: it is always better to take the time to get ready.
In other news, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad hair day yesterday. And I didn't realize it until 5:30 pm. Basically, I got up super late and had approximately five minutes to get ready and out the door. Shower was out of the question, so I shoved a hat on my barely brushed hair, threw on the nearest articles of clothing that vaguely resembled business casual, stumbled into some slipper shoes (my knees are really taking a toll with the high heel every day policy. I really gotta buy some flats), and ran out the door. When I got to work, my sweater was inside out, and I looked like a hot mess. I kind of forgot about it, because I figured there wasn't much I could do about it, since I was at school all day.
But lemme tell you, when I got home from work and school, I about died when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. About ten various tolietries fell off the vanity when I realized in horror I had been walking around with this ginormous bird's nest on the back of my head. Moral of the story: it is always better to take the time to get ready.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Oh man. I am quickly tiring of this 30 day meme. It has turned into a three month old menace that will never go away, but nonetheless I am determined to FINISH. You hear that meme? I am going to finish you. For my invisible audience out there, I will try to make this as interesting as possible.
My favorite birthday probably has to be my 16th birthday. I'm not sure if it was a sweet 16 or not (what is the definition of that, anyway? I'm still pretty unclear on that...), but it was certainly a good birthday. I went to La Caille with my parents, this high end French restaurant in Sandy, Utah. Recently the co-owners killed themselves over some financial thing. (Sadly I am a little too aware of my surroundings these days. In addition to the four newspapers I read daily at work, I now have to add the New York Times for a class to my repertoire. As if I wasn't enough of a walking encyclopedia...). I remember the butter was shaved in a rose shape. It was amazing. The food was delicious and I forever fell in love with French Onion Soup.
My favorite birthday probably has to be my 16th birthday. I'm not sure if it was a sweet 16 or not (what is the definition of that, anyway? I'm still pretty unclear on that...), but it was certainly a good birthday. I went to La Caille with my parents, this high end French restaurant in Sandy, Utah. Recently the co-owners killed themselves over some financial thing. (Sadly I am a little too aware of my surroundings these days. In addition to the four newspapers I read daily at work, I now have to add the New York Times for a class to my repertoire. As if I wasn't enough of a walking encyclopedia...). I remember the butter was shaved in a rose shape. It was amazing. The food was delicious and I forever fell in love with French Onion Soup.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Day 17 – Your favorite memory, in great detail
Appropriately enough (it's the first day of a new semester), my favorite memory probably has to be the first day of second grade. I love school and I love learning, even now. I think second grade was so exciting to me because for the first time in my life, I was learning something I didn't already know. I was at a new school that year because my mom had decided to put me in the accelerated learning program (ALP) and pull me out of the neighborhood school.
I didn't really know anyone at school, but it still has always stuck out in my mind. I think it was the smell of a fresh start, and more importantly, the scent of new school supplies. I don't remember what happened this day, but I do remember having my very own metal desk to put said school supplies in. The chairs were old, but sturdy. I was wearing my favorite vest my mom had made for me. And the curriculum overview really excited me.
My teacher was Mrs. Lane. She was a jovial, pleasantly plump lady who was also allegedly allergic to the sun. On the days she was in charge of monitoring recess, she walked around underneath a colorful and large umbrella. I loved her because of her interesting hands-on teaching method and structure. To this day, I am all about structure. Every day, we would go over the day's agenda, which I reveled in. I can't really explain it, but there is something reassuring and comforting to have a plan for the day.
I should probably have a plan for today.
I didn't really know anyone at school, but it still has always stuck out in my mind. I think it was the smell of a fresh start, and more importantly, the scent of new school supplies. I don't remember what happened this day, but I do remember having my very own metal desk to put said school supplies in. The chairs were old, but sturdy. I was wearing my favorite vest my mom had made for me. And the curriculum overview really excited me.
My teacher was Mrs. Lane. She was a jovial, pleasantly plump lady who was also allegedly allergic to the sun. On the days she was in charge of monitoring recess, she walked around underneath a colorful and large umbrella. I loved her because of her interesting hands-on teaching method and structure. To this day, I am all about structure. Every day, we would go over the day's agenda, which I reveled in. I can't really explain it, but there is something reassuring and comforting to have a plan for the day.
I should probably have a plan for today.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Day 16 – Your first kiss, in great detail
Wouldn't you like to know.
In random conversation one day, a friend mentioned something I had written in my blog, and it kinda freaked me out because it means people read this, despite the lack of comments. So yeah. Definitely not kissing and telling on this one.
In other news, Happy New Year! I wish I had a more exciting decade, but alas, I have just emerged from my teens with no real valuable insights on life. Except that it is very important to step heel first when walking around in wintry conditions. Observe:
This year, I have only one resolution in the hopes of actually achieving it beyond Feb 1. I am going to learn how to say No this year. And I don't mean to drugs. I have this tendency to commit to more than I am able to do, thus disappointing myself and others. It helps that it is also on the bucket list. I always try and justify in my mind that I am doing things to be nice, but at the point where it gets to be a burden, I think I miss the point of service.
What are your resolutions?
In random conversation one day, a friend mentioned something I had written in my blog, and it kinda freaked me out because it means people read this, despite the lack of comments. So yeah. Definitely not kissing and telling on this one.
In other news, Happy New Year! I wish I had a more exciting decade, but alas, I have just emerged from my teens with no real valuable insights on life. Except that it is very important to step heel first when walking around in wintry conditions. Observe:
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| Yep. That's an arm brace. I sprained my wrist. Tripping. |
What are your resolutions?
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