Well, despite my nerves, yesterday's interview went off without a hitch. The only problem I ran into was that we went a little later than I would have liked, but I managed to get out with enough time to change my clothes while driving, and get into the classroom with five minutes to spare. The only reason it was as nerve wracking as I made it out to be is that I had a test in that class.
Everything else went all hunky dory. I learned I'm not quite the beast at the stock market as I thought I was, hung out with my best friend, loved the fact that I now can have-a-car-of-my-very-own all day on Wednesdays, and learned that Wednesdays can be one of the better days of the week.
There was a time, however when Wednesdays were the bane of my existence. It all started about three years ago, at the end of May...
I'd been hanging out with the same group of people since the beginning of high school (well, when they were in high school anyway. I was homeschooled and in the same grades, but whatever, IRRELEVANT INFO), and so we'd gotten relatively close. Looking back now it was barely even "regular friends." It was far to close to acquaintances. BESIDE THE POINT!!
My sister and my at-the-time best friend were in the same dance recital, so everyone showed up. I went over during intermission to talk with a few of them and got a compliment on my necklace from a guy who I'm sure can see right down my shirt when looking at any necklace I wear when we're both standing.
A couple of days later, me and the self-same guy were "dating." It was unofficial at best, mostly we would hang out and watch movies together. Our first "real" date was us going to a drive in movie to see Land of the Lost, which we saw again on our second "real" date, which was a double date with another friend of mine and her at-the-time boyfriend.
(Hey, guess what? This is a mystery story! Find all the clues to tell you what part of this was a bad idea. HINT: ALL OF IT)
Sue me, I was sixteen, dumb and out of a two-week-long relationship that had begun at a weekend conference thing, was kicked off by a couple of marriage proposals over the phone, with a guy I could barely hear, let alone understand, and ended over text messaging. I'm sure everyone's made those kinds of mistakes, right?
Ah, yeah, didn't think so...sunova-
Anyway, getting back on topic:
Three of our pseudo dates in, we were kissing, and making out, and ewww. He made me pay attention to all the movies he chose, but if I chose a movie, all bets were off and he didn't pay any attention.
We broke up three weeks in. His choice. He was going back to his at the time ex-girlfriend. They lasted almost a year after that.
We broke up on a Wednesday. And ever since that relationship, all the way until I went to Louisiana last summer, Wednesdays were hell. I couldn't do anything fun on a Wednesday, or it would all go to shit.
It was very painful and annoying and frustrating.
But, like I said, after two years, it went away and I was able to function during Wednesdays, even come to enjoy them most times.
Yesterday, like I said, was amazing.
Today however, has not started off so well. My mother is upset for some reason, and, as the saying goes, if Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
For now, I must fill our recycled water bottles to put in the fridge when we wish to have them. Until Next Time, Dear Reader.
Me
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I find myself with a lot of nervous energy this morning
Also, with about fifteen minutes before I have to leave.
So, you guys get a little post. Isn't that swell?
I hate having to look nice for things. It's a shame that I'm being interviewed for a job that requires it. I dislike wearing skirts because I don't like my ankle area. I like slacks, but I hate the shirts I have because I feel like they make me look like a butch lesbian. That isn't quite the vibe I'd prefer to give off.
Also, my hair is refusing to make itself do pretty things, so I'm forced to interact with it, which just makes it all different kinds of ridiculous. I have to wear makeup, even though I'm completely comfortable with how my face looks without the make-up, I have to pretend I know what I'm doing and that I'm not a thirteen-year-old-with-her-first make-up-kit on the inside. It's all more stressful than the interview would be without all of this.
Honestly, I don't see why they don't hold casual interviews. I think it would be a better way to see who you're hiring. You say, "Come in whatever you would wear if today were just another day." Then when they get their in the jeans and band-tee-shirt, you ask them why they wore what they did, what prompted their decision. You then learn about their daily life and who they are as a person. You know their taste in music, their plans for the rest of the day, their interests, their style-sense. Whether or not they really put make-up on and wear their hair down.
I should be an interviewer. I think I would rock at it. You get them there in their wild day-clothes, tell them that usually they would have to dress up, make sure they like/can do that, and then, have a second interview where you test them on their ability to look nice. If they really can do what they say they can, go for it. If not, well, they're just not the right person for this job, and they should look elsewhere.
See? I'd be awesome.
I'm nervous as shit. I didn't even know shit could be nervous, but apparently it can be, and I'm as nervous as it.
So, you guys get a little post. Isn't that swell?
I hate having to look nice for things. It's a shame that I'm being interviewed for a job that requires it. I dislike wearing skirts because I don't like my ankle area. I like slacks, but I hate the shirts I have because I feel like they make me look like a butch lesbian. That isn't quite the vibe I'd prefer to give off.
Also, my hair is refusing to make itself do pretty things, so I'm forced to interact with it, which just makes it all different kinds of ridiculous. I have to wear makeup, even though I'm completely comfortable with how my face looks without the make-up, I have to pretend I know what I'm doing and that I'm not a thirteen-year-old-with-her-first make-up-kit on the inside. It's all more stressful than the interview would be without all of this.
Honestly, I don't see why they don't hold casual interviews. I think it would be a better way to see who you're hiring. You say, "Come in whatever you would wear if today were just another day." Then when they get their in the jeans and band-tee-shirt, you ask them why they wore what they did, what prompted their decision. You then learn about their daily life and who they are as a person. You know their taste in music, their plans for the rest of the day, their interests, their style-sense. Whether or not they really put make-up on and wear their hair down.
I should be an interviewer. I think I would rock at it. You get them there in their wild day-clothes, tell them that usually they would have to dress up, make sure they like/can do that, and then, have a second interview where you test them on their ability to look nice. If they really can do what they say they can, go for it. If not, well, they're just not the right person for this job, and they should look elsewhere.
See? I'd be awesome.
I'm nervous as shit. I didn't even know shit could be nervous, but apparently it can be, and I'm as nervous as it.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
And now for something completely different:
I am secretly attractive, I've figured out.
Secretly because no one notices right away. They wait for something, something they don't tell anyone, and I certainly don't know what it is until after it's been pointed out to me.
You see, I know lots of strange trivia no one cares much about, I also watch fairly unknown shows to most people, I like fast, pretty cars, I know a scary amount of strange facts that rarely does anyone care about it until I spout it off like a teapot boiling (work with me here).
The reason I bring this up is because recently, my life has become inundated with very attractive young men. And one fluke, but we'll not go into that too far.
One of these young men is coming into town this weekend. You see, dear reader (I think you're actually plural now, but I'll refer to each of you individually), I have only met this poor young man once before, when I was with my best friend in her hometown. We met up with him to go to a dollar theatre for a movie none of us really cared too much about because the one we really had wanted to see was sold out. I met him at his house, where he happened to be watching a favorite show of mine.
This show is called Top Gear and while they have an American version now, the British (or original) version is MUCH better. He was watching, and rightly so, the Brit version. Luckily it was one I'd seen parts of, so I wasn't too torn up about not being able to finish it. But my friend had never seen this show and was terribly confused. I figured this young man wouldn't be able to properly explain the situation to my friend, so I went ahead and gave her the rundown.
She said he looked at her and his jaw dropped open. He asked how I knew all of that and I told him it was one of my favorite shows and that my parents liked watching it. My friend claims it was at that moment he fell a little in love with me.
So you see, I'm secretly attractive. He hadn't found me very interesting until I explained the show to our mutual friend, and suddenly I was the sexiest thing with legs.
Another example would be of a young man whom I'm trying to dissuade from liking me. You see, I have a strange idea of what "attractive" is, most times. He fit into that, so in the beginning, I was all for him talking to me. And then when he did, he started revealing he was more of a dork than I am really willing to get involved with. Not to mention that anything I had a positive opinion on, he had a negative opinion on. I couldn't understand why, then, he thought we had similar interests. So I tried pulling away gently and politely. I tried having my friend -- who has an honesty problem and can be kind of a bitch to people she doesn't really like, and neither of us liked him much at this point -- give him a mean let down. He has not taken the hint very well.
But again, it's because I am secretly a big dork that he's attracted to me. I shared too much of my dorkiness and he got too bold. I was emboldened by Top Gear Man, and didn't realize that there were dorks out there who would be much more dorky than myself, more than I could, or would want to handle.
I'm currently waiting for the young men in the band at church to fall for me. I just need to be bolder about speaking in front of them so I can share a minor dorky tid-bit about myself and they, too, will suddenly fall around me like flies.
In other words, as Spiderman's aunt told him, "With great power comes great responsibility." I must use my powers of secret-attractiveness very wisely, and only for the greater good.
Till next time, dear reader,
Me.
Secretly because no one notices right away. They wait for something, something they don't tell anyone, and I certainly don't know what it is until after it's been pointed out to me.
You see, I know lots of strange trivia no one cares much about, I also watch fairly unknown shows to most people, I like fast, pretty cars, I know a scary amount of strange facts that rarely does anyone care about it until I spout it off like a teapot boiling (work with me here).
The reason I bring this up is because recently, my life has become inundated with very attractive young men. And one fluke, but we'll not go into that too far.
One of these young men is coming into town this weekend. You see, dear reader (I think you're actually plural now, but I'll refer to each of you individually), I have only met this poor young man once before, when I was with my best friend in her hometown. We met up with him to go to a dollar theatre for a movie none of us really cared too much about because the one we really had wanted to see was sold out. I met him at his house, where he happened to be watching a favorite show of mine.
This show is called Top Gear and while they have an American version now, the British (or original) version is MUCH better. He was watching, and rightly so, the Brit version. Luckily it was one I'd seen parts of, so I wasn't too torn up about not being able to finish it. But my friend had never seen this show and was terribly confused. I figured this young man wouldn't be able to properly explain the situation to my friend, so I went ahead and gave her the rundown.
She said he looked at her and his jaw dropped open. He asked how I knew all of that and I told him it was one of my favorite shows and that my parents liked watching it. My friend claims it was at that moment he fell a little in love with me.
So you see, I'm secretly attractive. He hadn't found me very interesting until I explained the show to our mutual friend, and suddenly I was the sexiest thing with legs.
Another example would be of a young man whom I'm trying to dissuade from liking me. You see, I have a strange idea of what "attractive" is, most times. He fit into that, so in the beginning, I was all for him talking to me. And then when he did, he started revealing he was more of a dork than I am really willing to get involved with. Not to mention that anything I had a positive opinion on, he had a negative opinion on. I couldn't understand why, then, he thought we had similar interests. So I tried pulling away gently and politely. I tried having my friend -- who has an honesty problem and can be kind of a bitch to people she doesn't really like, and neither of us liked him much at this point -- give him a mean let down. He has not taken the hint very well.
But again, it's because I am secretly a big dork that he's attracted to me. I shared too much of my dorkiness and he got too bold. I was emboldened by Top Gear Man, and didn't realize that there were dorks out there who would be much more dorky than myself, more than I could, or would want to handle.
I'm currently waiting for the young men in the band at church to fall for me. I just need to be bolder about speaking in front of them so I can share a minor dorky tid-bit about myself and they, too, will suddenly fall around me like flies.
In other words, as Spiderman's aunt told him, "With great power comes great responsibility." I must use my powers of secret-attractiveness very wisely, and only for the greater good.
Till next time, dear reader,
Me.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Road Workers Think I'm Crazy and also God's Designs
Three posts in one day? I just have a lot to say and too much time to do it.
Driving home I got onto the second to last road home, but there were people painting the newly paved road. They were making their way down the road, but I was at a stop sign with no one there to tell me if it was safe but the people who were behind the truck blocking my view. I gave a thumbs up to one of the fellows and a questioning look, and he waved me on. As I passed, I saw a good portion of them laughing. I'm fairly certain they were laughing at me.
The thumbs up made sense to me. I can't imagine what else I could have done to make sure all of them were safe and that it was O.K. for me to cross their spray-painted line down the middle of the road.
Why is it whenever I'm concerned about their safety, the road workers either roll their eyes and look annoyed or just laugh? I'm legitimately concerned about their wellbeing and they apparently are not. It's just common courtesy. I could be a complete asshole about passing them, squealing my tires, flipping them off and looking annoyed, but no. Instead I ask if it's safe for me to go on ahead, make sure I'm going a safe speed around them, keep up with traffic and stay safe distances away from all the other things on the road that are not me. I don't see anything wrong with that, do you?
In other news, I do a lot of thinking in my minivan. Mostly inane things that have no purpose being thought except to fill blank space.
But today I had a thought that simply must be shared:
Why did God give humans butt-cheeks? What purpose do they serve?
I google searched it. It resulted in mostly a cushion, a way to muffle farts, and a result from the fact that humans walk upright and no other animals do, therefore no other animals have buttcheeks.
In which case, my musing over the issue has become null and void.
But in the car it was quite amusing to get bent out of shape about it.
Maaaaan, the internet can be kind of a buzz kill sometimes.
Till next time, dear reader (I believe you're still singular after today)
Me.
Driving home I got onto the second to last road home, but there were people painting the newly paved road. They were making their way down the road, but I was at a stop sign with no one there to tell me if it was safe but the people who were behind the truck blocking my view. I gave a thumbs up to one of the fellows and a questioning look, and he waved me on. As I passed, I saw a good portion of them laughing. I'm fairly certain they were laughing at me.
The thumbs up made sense to me. I can't imagine what else I could have done to make sure all of them were safe and that it was O.K. for me to cross their spray-painted line down the middle of the road.
Why is it whenever I'm concerned about their safety, the road workers either roll their eyes and look annoyed or just laugh? I'm legitimately concerned about their wellbeing and they apparently are not. It's just common courtesy. I could be a complete asshole about passing them, squealing my tires, flipping them off and looking annoyed, but no. Instead I ask if it's safe for me to go on ahead, make sure I'm going a safe speed around them, keep up with traffic and stay safe distances away from all the other things on the road that are not me. I don't see anything wrong with that, do you?
In other news, I do a lot of thinking in my minivan. Mostly inane things that have no purpose being thought except to fill blank space.
But today I had a thought that simply must be shared:
Why did God give humans butt-cheeks? What purpose do they serve?
I google searched it. It resulted in mostly a cushion, a way to muffle farts, and a result from the fact that humans walk upright and no other animals do, therefore no other animals have buttcheeks.
In which case, my musing over the issue has become null and void.
But in the car it was quite amusing to get bent out of shape about it.
Maaaaan, the internet can be kind of a buzz kill sometimes.
Till next time, dear reader (I believe you're still singular after today)
Me.
A Tale of Two Postings
This is very exciting, dear reader. I've posted twice! In one day!
I find myself with spare time between classes today, so I write instead. This is a much better use of my time than, say, what I was doing last semester when I had two hours free between classes and emailed myself constantly. Same concept, different media and I don't get double emailed. A Win-Win situation, I believe is the term.
I have this shirt, see. It's a generic Outer Banks, NC shirt, except that it reads "Hello, my name is Rodger and I will be flogging you today" on the back. This is fairly important.
Throughout the day, I periodically forget what shirt it is that I'm wearing. Today is one of those days. So I went out to get McDonalds, and instead of drive thru, I figured what would be the harm in going into the store and getting it to go that way.
After I ordered, I went around the side to get my soda, and all of the sudden there is loud laughter from behind me. I figure someone had shared a joke with someone else and was being very merry about it, but since I am a curious kitty cat, I turned to see what all the ruckus was about. The man standing behind me had at this point gone around me the other way and said "Great shirt!" I was confused and befuddled and anything else that means I had no idea what was going on. He smiled at me and said, "I needed a laugh, that is a great shirt!" I thanked him and said it was my pleasure to make him laugh.
I feel really good about myself now. I gave a laugh and a smile to someone who needed it.
So, to you, older-than-I-am gentleman who patroned the McDonalds in Dublin today,
You're welcome. I don't know why you needed a laugh, but I'm glad I could help you out.
Your friendly neighborhood blogger,
Me.
I find myself with spare time between classes today, so I write instead. This is a much better use of my time than, say, what I was doing last semester when I had two hours free between classes and emailed myself constantly. Same concept, different media and I don't get double emailed. A Win-Win situation, I believe is the term.
I have this shirt, see. It's a generic Outer Banks, NC shirt, except that it reads "Hello, my name is Rodger and I will be flogging you today" on the back. This is fairly important.
Throughout the day, I periodically forget what shirt it is that I'm wearing. Today is one of those days. So I went out to get McDonalds, and instead of drive thru, I figured what would be the harm in going into the store and getting it to go that way.
After I ordered, I went around the side to get my soda, and all of the sudden there is loud laughter from behind me. I figure someone had shared a joke with someone else and was being very merry about it, but since I am a curious kitty cat, I turned to see what all the ruckus was about. The man standing behind me had at this point gone around me the other way and said "Great shirt!" I was confused and befuddled and anything else that means I had no idea what was going on. He smiled at me and said, "I needed a laugh, that is a great shirt!" I thanked him and said it was my pleasure to make him laugh.
I feel really good about myself now. I gave a laugh and a smile to someone who needed it.
So, to you, older-than-I-am gentleman who patroned the McDonalds in Dublin today,
You're welcome. I don't know why you needed a laugh, but I'm glad I could help you out.
Your friendly neighborhood blogger,
Me.
To the one person who reads this
Hi. I've noticed you're the only person reading this. I'm very flattered with the fact that you check back here daily. You make me feel very appreciated, even though these posts are rarely as entertaining as I want them to be.
In any case to an actual post:
Where were you when you heard about Osama Bin Laden dying, and how did you feel?
Well I found out this morning when I looked at my facebook and everyone I knew had posted on it except for one of the girls I'm moving in with next semester, who was complaining about the fact that there was something of a riot on the school's campus last night over the ordeal. At first I felt like the US had finally been vindicated for something.
And then I got to thinking, isn't it sad that he died before realizing that what he had done was wrong? So now I just feel really sad about the whole thing, besides the fact that it's just going to be one more life lost in this whole battle.
I'm really overthinking this, aren't I? Let's go back to the patriotic celebration, shall we?
YAY FOR ALIEN LANDINGS IN ROSWELL NEW MEXICO!!!!
Oh, shit, wrong celebration. My bad.
Have a wonderful day, person who reads this. May you celebrate with friends.
In any case to an actual post:
Where were you when you heard about Osama Bin Laden dying, and how did you feel?
Well I found out this morning when I looked at my facebook and everyone I knew had posted on it except for one of the girls I'm moving in with next semester, who was complaining about the fact that there was something of a riot on the school's campus last night over the ordeal. At first I felt like the US had finally been vindicated for something.
And then I got to thinking, isn't it sad that he died before realizing that what he had done was wrong? So now I just feel really sad about the whole thing, besides the fact that it's just going to be one more life lost in this whole battle.
I'm really overthinking this, aren't I? Let's go back to the patriotic celebration, shall we?
YAY FOR ALIEN LANDINGS IN ROSWELL NEW MEXICO!!!!
Oh, shit, wrong celebration. My bad.
Have a wonderful day, person who reads this. May you celebrate with friends.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Internet Memes and Old Ladies
I'm fairly certain I'm cheating at the Non-Stop NYAN cat...As I'm doing this and have it open in another window, but I've been listening to it for 700-something seconds, so I suppose I'm doing pretty ok. I found one of the 4/20 easter eggs. It just gives it a rasta-patterned hat. Not that I'm complaining, but still, less exciting than I'd hoped.
And now, on to the eye candy portion.
My church has two services, a 9:30 and an 11 service. I attend both because a) dad drives and I can go early and help set up and I don't want to drive his car home after the first service, and b) because of the guys in the band.
Oh my gosh, guys. Seriously. If I wasn't such an awkward old lady on the inside, I'd be much more obvious about my attraction to these guys.
As it is, I knit while listening to audiobooks and my joints creak, and I can't look guys in the eye. I don't know why I can't look men in the eye, it's a problem I've had for a really long time. I got very lucky that my eye doctor is a woman. Dad and my male family members I don't have a problem with, but I cannot seem to look guys I find attractive in the eye. So my attraction goes unnoticed and I think they lose heart because I've trained myself to not show that I like guys. It's because I'm trying not to look as desperate as I know I am.
But it's cool because my dad is on the sound crew, and they all flock there between services. It makes me a very happy girl. And I'm growing slowly more confident in myself so I'm able to talk while they are there, even if I can't quite talk to them yet, or even look at them. I'm absolutely ridiculous, I avoid staring too long because for some reason I don't want them to know I like them? See, it doesn't even make sense to me!
So I will be my awkward old lady with my kitty cat and my knitting and my audio books and maybe someone can be the awkward old man to sit with me in our matching rocking chairs on our front porch where we can wave our canes around at the people who walk by our house
Can't you just see it? Two twenty-somethings sitting on a front porch waving canes we don't need sitting in rocking chairs and pretending to be older than we are. AB-solutely.
*EDIT*
Ok, I found another easter egg on the stupid nyan cat thing. Lowering the volume actually raises the volume and if you click it enough times, the colors change.
Thought I'd let you know.
And now, on to the eye candy portion.
My church has two services, a 9:30 and an 11 service. I attend both because a) dad drives and I can go early and help set up and I don't want to drive his car home after the first service, and b) because of the guys in the band.
Oh my gosh, guys. Seriously. If I wasn't such an awkward old lady on the inside, I'd be much more obvious about my attraction to these guys.
As it is, I knit while listening to audiobooks and my joints creak, and I can't look guys in the eye. I don't know why I can't look men in the eye, it's a problem I've had for a really long time. I got very lucky that my eye doctor is a woman. Dad and my male family members I don't have a problem with, but I cannot seem to look guys I find attractive in the eye. So my attraction goes unnoticed and I think they lose heart because I've trained myself to not show that I like guys. It's because I'm trying not to look as desperate as I know I am.
But it's cool because my dad is on the sound crew, and they all flock there between services. It makes me a very happy girl. And I'm growing slowly more confident in myself so I'm able to talk while they are there, even if I can't quite talk to them yet, or even look at them. I'm absolutely ridiculous, I avoid staring too long because for some reason I don't want them to know I like them? See, it doesn't even make sense to me!
So I will be my awkward old lady with my kitty cat and my knitting and my audio books and maybe someone can be the awkward old man to sit with me in our matching rocking chairs on our front porch where we can wave our canes around at the people who walk by our house
Can't you just see it? Two twenty-somethings sitting on a front porch waving canes we don't need sitting in rocking chairs and pretending to be older than we are. AB-solutely.
*EDIT*
Ok, I found another easter egg on the stupid nyan cat thing. Lowering the volume actually raises the volume and if you click it enough times, the colors change.
Thought I'd let you know.
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