So right now I'm sitting in the Library studying for the 2 finals I have tomorrow. Yeah it sucks... I know. I feel like my brain is rotting right now because it's so full of math and Biology terms. Yesterday was baby animal day at Starbucks (Where instead of writing your name on your drink they write a baby animal) and I was seriously considering putting Baby Protista, or Baby Planaria. So if you didn't understand how much time I'm spending in the library, well now you know. It's pretty bad when you'd rather put a biological organism on your Starbucks drink instead of a cute panda bear or whatever else. It's also bad when you're discussing animals with your smart friend and they ask "Isn't Algae an animal?" It's not. It's a plant. Last I checked plants and animals are pretty different... like so different that they are in different Kingdoms. This is what too many hours in the library does to you.
But anyway, I was trying to figure out my math final review problems and I was looking through my notes and I came across this passage I had written amongst my math notes. I thought it was kinda funny so I decided to copy it here. Keep in mind, I wrote this during my 8 am math class so the thoughts are kinda scattered... and it's written exactly like it is in my math notebook.
"At this point, I've kinda shut down. I realized that it is only 8:33 when I thought it was 8:56. Why that random time? I have no idea. I just kept thinking in my head, It's 8:56... it's gotta be 8:56. So anyway, I don't really know what I should be taking notes on right now. It's not really math. In fact, now that I'm looking, I don't see a single number on the board. Thats what I hate about this class. It's more writing than actually solving equations. I always thought that math was stuff with numbers like 1+1=2. At least I got that impression from elementary school all the way through high school. But i guess not in college.... no no no. I actually have no idea what we are doing. I also have no idea why this is still considered math. And I have no idea when we will EVER need to use this in the future. Funny story actually, when a kid asked my professor when they would need to use this in the future, you know what he said? He said "Well, if you are ever trapped on a desert island, you could just write this is the sand for fun! And you could try solving these equations with different formulas!".... he was completely serious. If you knew my math professor, you'd know he was a complete nerd and is obsessed with math. He thinks its the greatest thing in the world. In my head I was just thinking Wow! I've never thought of that before! That is a really good reason to be learning this stuff, because if I was ever trapped on a desert island, since that happens all the time, i would have a great time solving impossible math equations instead of trying to find food, shelter, or a way off the island! Thanks Brant! Brant is my math teachers first name. I like to call him that in my head since his last name, Jones, is so common. Poor Brant. He doesn't even know what's going on. Half the class is sleeping and the other half isn't writing anything down. I at least LOOK like I'm paying attention. I keep writing this and looking up so it looks like I'm paying attention and taking really good notes. He probably thinks I'm absorbing all of this so that one day (when I get stuck on a desert island) I can write it in the sand. NOT! Ok well now its 8:56. Finally! Almost time to go:) I'm outta here... oh yeah, and you should probably look over chapter 5 because I obviously didn't take any real notes... ok bye!"
And then I drew a picture of a flower.... because randomly I like doodling flowers in all my notebooks.
So yeah... that's the story of my math life. And why I'm back here in the library. And why I can't find any notes on chapter 5. Well, we'll see how this studying is going to pay off tomorrow when I take my final. I kinda wish.... wait no.... REALLY wish I didn't have to take this. I was actually facebook chatting with a guy in my class the other day and he asked "If Brant mysteriously didn't come to class on Monday (the day of our final) would we still have to take the test?" I laughed. But I'm not sure if I should have because he didn't respond after that... hmmm.... Well, See you later!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dante's 9 Levels of Hell-o
9 Awkward Social Situations
Level 1: The first level is when something happens that makes you feel like you’re part of the Mean Girls movie... “She doesn’t even go here!” Enough said.
Level 2: The second level isn’t too bad if you are good at small talk. This is when you go somewhere with two people. One person you know really well, while the other person… not so much. Everything is going great until the person you know leaves you for a minute and you are left with the person you don’t know. This is only awkward if you don’t really know what to say to them. In this case, (if you are at lunch or dinner) you can take a really, really big bite of food to discourage any conversation, or you can just tough it up and start small talking.
Level 3: The third level is when you think you know someone, so you say hello, but then you realize it’s not them after they give you funny look OR someone knows you, but you completely forget their name.
Level 4: The fourth level happens to me all the time at church. I’m an Usher so I stand in the back with the other teen Ushers. When the sign of peace comes I’m usually sweating bullets thinking about it. (not really… that’s gross. but you get the point) I’m trying to decide who to hug and who to just shake hands with. Have you ever been in this kind of situation? It’s not helpful that one of the girl ushers knows EVERYONE so she just hugs them all. This is bad because then if I decide it’s too weird to hug one person, then they might feel left out that they were the only one who didn’t get a hug from me. Ehhh so confusingL I usually just go for the hug unless the person sticks out their hand for a handshake before I get to them.
Level 5: The fifth level is that high-five you THOUGHT was for you but it turns out that it was for the person behind you… yes, this has happened to me. This situation is even worse when you see the person you accidentally high-fived many times after the incident.
Level 6: The sixth level is Bluetooth devices. Those things are the most annoying things ever. You’re in a store and the person next to you says something that sounds like perfectly normal conversation like “Do you know what this is?” and then you proceed to respond until the person says something again that’s completely different and starts walking away. What’s even worse is that the person with the Bluetooth usually gives YOU a funny look after you try to respond. I really just wanna say “YOU’RE the one who looks like you’re talking to yourself! Why are you looking at ME weird?!?” and then suckapunch them in the face, take their Bluetooth, and run away cackling! But I usually just end up apologizing and walking away feeling lame.
Level 1: The first level is when something happens that makes you feel like you’re part of the Mean Girls movie... “She doesn’t even go here!” Enough said.
Level 2: The second level isn’t too bad if you are good at small talk. This is when you go somewhere with two people. One person you know really well, while the other person… not so much. Everything is going great until the person you know leaves you for a minute and you are left with the person you don’t know. This is only awkward if you don’t really know what to say to them. In this case, (if you are at lunch or dinner) you can take a really, really big bite of food to discourage any conversation, or you can just tough it up and start small talking.
Level 3: The third level is when you think you know someone, so you say hello, but then you realize it’s not them after they give you funny look OR someone knows you, but you completely forget their name.
Level 4: The fourth level happens to me all the time at church. I’m an Usher so I stand in the back with the other teen Ushers. When the sign of peace comes I’m usually sweating bullets thinking about it. (not really… that’s gross. but you get the point) I’m trying to decide who to hug and who to just shake hands with. Have you ever been in this kind of situation? It’s not helpful that one of the girl ushers knows EVERYONE so she just hugs them all. This is bad because then if I decide it’s too weird to hug one person, then they might feel left out that they were the only one who didn’t get a hug from me. Ehhh so confusingL I usually just go for the hug unless the person sticks out their hand for a handshake before I get to them.
Level 5: The fifth level is that high-five you THOUGHT was for you but it turns out that it was for the person behind you… yes, this has happened to me. This situation is even worse when you see the person you accidentally high-fived many times after the incident.
Level 7: The seventh level is when you’re in a crowded large area like a dining hall or grocery store (if you are at home). As you are walking around, you bump into someone you know so you do the polite thing and say Hello. You proceed to go your separate ways, but then you run into them again like 5 minutes later. You both kinda laugh it off and say Hello again before you part ways for the second time. And then it happens…. Again. You see them a THIRD time. You try to make a lame joke about it saying something like “do you have a twin, or something?” laugh it off, then leave again. Then it happens a fourth time. This time you try to make awkward small talk, or laugh feebly before leaving them. At this point, you try to avoid them. If you see them at a distance, you start to head the other way. If they’re over in the fruit and vegetable section…. Well suddenly you want milk…. Really bad. If they decide they want milk too and you make eye contact from afar, the next thing you do is grab two of the nearest products to you and start comparing the ingredients… very carefully. Get to know what Riboflavin really is. This will give you an excuse not to make more unwanted eye contact.
Level 8: The eighth the case when you see some one you kinda know, but kinda don’t. You know what I mean. It’s that person who was in your freshman class in high school and you sorta talked to them then, but ever since you haven’t said a word to them. You know their name but you’re not sure if they remember yours.
So one college day you see that person while walking to class and if you’re like me, you think… “I didn’t even know they went here! I wonder if they remember me? I remember them. We were kinda friends. Oh gosh, now I’m staring” then you awkwardly look down, but the whole time you’re thinking “Should I say hi? Or wave? Or would that be weird. What if they have no idea who I am.” Meanwhile, the distance between you is getting smaller and suddenly you have to make a decision. Usually in this case it’s a lose-lose situation and you were doomed from the start. If you don’t say hi, you feel guilty and wonder if they are sad that you didn’t acknowledge them. If you wave and they don’t wave back then it’s just super awkward. Sometimes they wave back, but usually they have that look on their face like :/ Most of the time I just smile at them and hope for the best.
Level 9: The ninth and final level is a lot like level 8, but usually worse because you definitely KNOW the person and you know you are gonna have to say hi. The awkwardness usually starts when you’re walking down a long and straight path. The path always has to be long and straight to maximize the awkwardness and make the build up long and painful.
So you see the person 50 yards away and they see you. You make that split second of eye contact and you both know what’s coming. You’re gonna have to say hi, but the problem is WHEN to say it. If you say it to early then you have to go through that long silent pause afterwards where you just keep on walking by. Plus then you’re kinda shouting to be heard at that far distance. You have to wait for just the right moment. The problem is… you’ve already made eye contact so you both know it’s coming. You usually pick up pace to close the distance faster. Suddenly, 50 yards seems like a mile. Then, your mind goes into overdrive. Your eyes start darting around because you don’t know where to look. You can’t look at them just yet because the distance between you is still to far for that, but if you look straight down you just look sad. I usually choose a nearby tree to stare at, or if I’m lucky, there will be a random squirrel on the ground eating something, so I just look at that and pretend like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. Sometimes I stare at my phone like a have a text, or I’m checking the time. ANYTHING to avoid more eye contact. You glance up to check the distance and make eye contact again. Now you just have to go for it but you need to drag it on as long as possible to avoid the long pause afterwards. For me it usually goes like this…
Me: Heeeeeeeeeeeeyy! J
Other person: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! J
Me: (next logical sentence that comes to my scrambling mind) How are yooouuu? (even though at this point I only half care….) :/
Other person: Goooooooood :/
Me: Alright… See you later :/
Other person: (nervouse chuckle) ok byyyeee! :/
By dragging out the greeting it usually takes away a few seconds which is good because at this point you’re both desperate.
I think we need a universal signal of understanding for these types of situations since we all have experienced some of them…. And if you haven’t… well then you’re just really lucky.
Monday, November 29, 2010
This is Our Family...
Thanksgiving.... there's only one way to describe it.... This is our family.
I think we finally decided that there were about 43 people packed into a one story house. Let's just say it was VERY cozy.
The dinner is great. You eat until you feel like your carrying twin food babies. There's always so much food and SO much desserts! Like do we really need 8 pies!?!? AND cupcakes AND ice cream.
And then all of us "older" kids lock ourselves in a random room and pig-pile on the couch... and my cousin Sam is hating every minute of it. We play a ridiculously large game of "Things". One of the topics that comes up is "Things you hate about family reunions" and about 10 out 12 people put something to do with farting. We all have a good laugh.
And then random aunts and uncles pop their head in the room stating things like "Coat closet!!!" and "Is the wine in here?" and "It smells weird" and "We're putting all the stink-bugs we find into one big jar!" and other random sentences coming from completely sober people. Don't worry it's just as confusing as it sounds.
And we go outside in the -30 degree weather and pet goats and walk around on poop covered ground. Except Tim. He somehow manages not to touch the ground by climbing on fences like an awkward Spiderman.
And we watch kids playing outdoor laser tag while being chased by a heard of goats. So many goats.
And we see my grandma and play cards with her for a little while. She acts like she doesn't know how to play but then she kicks or butts and we lose every time. Like.... EVERY TIME! I still don't understand.
And then we all go home with different families and have massive sleepovers. And we wake up and go ice skating and ask cute staff members to teach us how to skate backwards like they do in the olympics. Except we look nothing like olympic skaters. I mean I THOUGHT I was doing well until I heard laughing and the cute staff member comes back over to help because apparently we were doing it wrong. At least he was cute. But the olympics is still a possibility. Don't they always tell you in elementary school to shoot for the stars or something? And my cousin Cecylia gets a phone number from a random boy who's not as cute as the staff member.
And there's Black Friday shopping and trips down to D.C. and Britney Spears music videos and something about puppies and Birthday parties and the Block Game and the alternate ending to the movie Dodgeball and reading 17 magazine and piggy back rides.
And then finally there's the goodbyes. Those are the worst. But it's all OK because I know I'll see everyone again and I had as much fun as I could. And I love everyone because.... This Is Our Family!
I think we finally decided that there were about 43 people packed into a one story house. Let's just say it was VERY cozy.
The dinner is great. You eat until you feel like your carrying twin food babies. There's always so much food and SO much desserts! Like do we really need 8 pies!?!? AND cupcakes AND ice cream.
And then all of us "older" kids lock ourselves in a random room and pig-pile on the couch... and my cousin Sam is hating every minute of it. We play a ridiculously large game of "Things". One of the topics that comes up is "Things you hate about family reunions" and about 10 out 12 people put something to do with farting. We all have a good laugh.
And then random aunts and uncles pop their head in the room stating things like "Coat closet!!!" and "Is the wine in here?" and "It smells weird" and "We're putting all the stink-bugs we find into one big jar!" and other random sentences coming from completely sober people. Don't worry it's just as confusing as it sounds.
And we go outside in the -30 degree weather and pet goats and walk around on poop covered ground. Except Tim. He somehow manages not to touch the ground by climbing on fences like an awkward Spiderman.
And we watch kids playing outdoor laser tag while being chased by a heard of goats. So many goats.
And we see my grandma and play cards with her for a little while. She acts like she doesn't know how to play but then she kicks or butts and we lose every time. Like.... EVERY TIME! I still don't understand.
And then we all go home with different families and have massive sleepovers. And we wake up and go ice skating and ask cute staff members to teach us how to skate backwards like they do in the olympics. Except we look nothing like olympic skaters. I mean I THOUGHT I was doing well until I heard laughing and the cute staff member comes back over to help because apparently we were doing it wrong. At least he was cute. But the olympics is still a possibility. Don't they always tell you in elementary school to shoot for the stars or something? And my cousin Cecylia gets a phone number from a random boy who's not as cute as the staff member.
And there's Black Friday shopping and trips down to D.C. and Britney Spears music videos and something about puppies and Birthday parties and the Block Game and the alternate ending to the movie Dodgeball and reading 17 magazine and piggy back rides.
And then finally there's the goodbyes. Those are the worst. But it's all OK because I know I'll see everyone again and I had as much fun as I could. And I love everyone because.... This Is Our Family!
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| Left to Right: Cecylia, Sam, Caitlin, Erica, Melissa, Tim, Me |
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Hello! My first story!
So tonight I finally decided to get a blog. I've been thinking about it and my friends finally encouraged me to get one. Maybe because Kelly is still convinced that I'd be a good communications major and that blogging would be a step in that direction? I don't know. I think it's more for friends and family who I never see to keep up with my life. Regardless of why I am doing this, this will be my first post and my first story:)
It's actually kind of embarrassing and I laugh looking back on it. But you need to understand that at the time everything added up and it was my good old fight or flight response kicking in. (I now know that when faced with danger I would "flight") So anyway, I was walking home alone (from Kathryn's) last night at around 10:40. I do this all the time and I'm never scared to walk alone at night.... I actually think it's kind of calming. But last night was different. Lately, there's been this guy running around my area breaking into houses and stuff. He's broken into over 100 houses and I heard a rumor that at the last house, he managed to steal two guns. So basically (to my knowledge) there's this armed scary crazy guy running around somewhere. So I had that thought in the back of my mind as I was walking home... alone... at night. I actually felt a little nervous so I called my awesome brother Matt and told him I was on my way. As soon as I hung up, I saw a small shadow cross the path in front of me. Freaky? YES! This got my heart pounding a little fast. I didn't freak out, but I called Matt again and asked if he could just come outside and walk me the rest of the way back. It would make me feel safer and isn't that what brothers are for? So he comes out and meets me and we continue to walk. I tell him about this shadow I saw and say"wouldn't it be scary if it was that scary crazy man? haha" This probably wasn't a very smart thing to say because all of the sudden a bunch of dogs in the woods started barking. And then as we were nearing my neighbors driveway there was this loud CRASH! And then I glanced over to see a shadow of a MAN near the dark garage of my neighbors. There was a man standing there in the dark only a few yards away from us!!!!!!!
Here comes my fight or flight response. Matt and I freaked out. We both screamed and ran in the opposite direction of the man. Actually it was more like SPRINTED in the other direction. I was running so fast I probably would've olympic qualified in the 100 meter dash... easily. Matt was yelling and I was screaming for help. We reached our neighbors door which had lights on and started knocking at the door. The whole time I was frantically saying "Please let us in!" So Matt has 911 typed into his phone and I turn to make sure no one followed us... and almost had another heart attack. There was a man with a flashlight sprinting after us from that direction!
Seriously, I know what they mean when they say "You're life will flash before you when you are about to die" Even though I was in a panic, I had so many thoughts at once... some of which included "HOLY **** I'm about to die!" and "I'm not gonna get to have that best thanksgiving ever this year" and "I wonder if I'd be strong enough to take this guy" and "So much for that self-defense class I took" and "Why is this happening now? I was gonna see Harry Potter 7 in two days" Basically just A LOT of thoughts all at once.
It turns out the man with the flashlight was my Dad and he was the only one in the neighborhood who had heard us scream. We told him where the shadow man was and he went running after him..... my Dad is crazy! Well, the shadow man had turned out to be my 70 year old neighbor who had tripped over a vase while looking for something he dropped. Why he didn't turn on the porch light to look? No idea. After my heart rate returned back to normal after beating 1,000,000 beats per minute I was able to think about what just happened and I started laughing. It was probably the most scared I've ever been, but it will definitely be a long-term memory and an awesome story to tell!
Oh, and apparently they caught the scary crazy guy the same night this happened. All is well:)
It's actually kind of embarrassing and I laugh looking back on it. But you need to understand that at the time everything added up and it was my good old fight or flight response kicking in. (I now know that when faced with danger I would "flight") So anyway, I was walking home alone (from Kathryn's) last night at around 10:40. I do this all the time and I'm never scared to walk alone at night.... I actually think it's kind of calming. But last night was different. Lately, there's been this guy running around my area breaking into houses and stuff. He's broken into over 100 houses and I heard a rumor that at the last house, he managed to steal two guns. So basically (to my knowledge) there's this armed scary crazy guy running around somewhere. So I had that thought in the back of my mind as I was walking home... alone... at night. I actually felt a little nervous so I called my awesome brother Matt and told him I was on my way. As soon as I hung up, I saw a small shadow cross the path in front of me. Freaky? YES! This got my heart pounding a little fast. I didn't freak out, but I called Matt again and asked if he could just come outside and walk me the rest of the way back. It would make me feel safer and isn't that what brothers are for? So he comes out and meets me and we continue to walk. I tell him about this shadow I saw and say"wouldn't it be scary if it was that scary crazy man? haha" This probably wasn't a very smart thing to say because all of the sudden a bunch of dogs in the woods started barking. And then as we were nearing my neighbors driveway there was this loud CRASH! And then I glanced over to see a shadow of a MAN near the dark garage of my neighbors. There was a man standing there in the dark only a few yards away from us!!!!!!!
Here comes my fight or flight response. Matt and I freaked out. We both screamed and ran in the opposite direction of the man. Actually it was more like SPRINTED in the other direction. I was running so fast I probably would've olympic qualified in the 100 meter dash... easily. Matt was yelling and I was screaming for help. We reached our neighbors door which had lights on and started knocking at the door. The whole time I was frantically saying "Please let us in!" So Matt has 911 typed into his phone and I turn to make sure no one followed us... and almost had another heart attack. There was a man with a flashlight sprinting after us from that direction!
Seriously, I know what they mean when they say "You're life will flash before you when you are about to die" Even though I was in a panic, I had so many thoughts at once... some of which included "HOLY **** I'm about to die!" and "I'm not gonna get to have that best thanksgiving ever this year" and "I wonder if I'd be strong enough to take this guy" and "So much for that self-defense class I took" and "Why is this happening now? I was gonna see Harry Potter 7 in two days" Basically just A LOT of thoughts all at once.
It turns out the man with the flashlight was my Dad and he was the only one in the neighborhood who had heard us scream. We told him where the shadow man was and he went running after him..... my Dad is crazy! Well, the shadow man had turned out to be my 70 year old neighbor who had tripped over a vase while looking for something he dropped. Why he didn't turn on the porch light to look? No idea. After my heart rate returned back to normal after beating 1,000,000 beats per minute I was able to think about what just happened and I started laughing. It was probably the most scared I've ever been, but it will definitely be a long-term memory and an awesome story to tell!
Oh, and apparently they caught the scary crazy guy the same night this happened. All is well:)
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