Jimmy Eat World.
(A continuation from a dinner conversation, to which I wasn't present)
Look around wherever you are, find someone that's normal. Ha, it's impossible isn't it?
Everyone has a weird quirk about them. Everyone.
16 March 2011
13 March 2011
Stealing Happy Hours
311. Courtesy of Erin.
Losing an hour of sleep is not my cup of tea.
I suppose a bit of my exhaustion is my own fault. Softball bonding weekend, a new tradition to this season was this weekend. So was my youth conference. I stayed up til 12 or 1 with my girls, to then wake at 7 so as to be at the best of EFY at 8:15. Then I worked my little tail of during a one day wonder. I felt bad leaving 2 overflowing carts and 3 racks of random clothes for the closing shift.... Then off to more youth conference to learn about dating from 4 newlywed couples. Oh what a hoot. And then I conversed with Becca for a few hours late into the night. Although all my fault and am feeling it now, no thanks to Ben Franklin, the weekend was well worth it.
I might have dozed off folding t-shirts at work
I might have left my phone on loud so that the hundreds of kids at EFY could hear Despicable Me minions laughing
I might have understood a total of 4 words from a co-worker with a thick Portuguese accent, which I normally have no problem understanding
I might have said many many things I should have kept inside over the course of the weekend
I might have been too blunt one too many times.
But I received several comments at work about my face being tan.
It was a worthwhile weekend. Sort of.
Losing an hour of sleep is not my cup of tea.
I suppose a bit of my exhaustion is my own fault. Softball bonding weekend, a new tradition to this season was this weekend. So was my youth conference. I stayed up til 12 or 1 with my girls, to then wake at 7 so as to be at the best of EFY at 8:15. Then I worked my little tail of during a one day wonder. I felt bad leaving 2 overflowing carts and 3 racks of random clothes for the closing shift.... Then off to more youth conference to learn about dating from 4 newlywed couples. Oh what a hoot. And then I conversed with Becca for a few hours late into the night. Although all my fault and am feeling it now, no thanks to Ben Franklin, the weekend was well worth it.
I might have dozed off folding t-shirts at work
I might have left my phone on loud so that the hundreds of kids at EFY could hear Despicable Me minions laughing
I might have understood a total of 4 words from a co-worker with a thick Portuguese accent, which I normally have no problem understanding
I might have said many many things I should have kept inside over the course of the weekend
I might have been too blunt one too many times.
But I received several comments at work about my face being tan.
It was a worthwhile weekend. Sort of.
E.T.
Katy Perry.
Sometimes we obtain hopeless crushes on co-workers. And this song becomes his song. It's embarrassing. If I had one more teaspoon of creep in me I would be stalking him.
The End
Sometimes we obtain hopeless crushes on co-workers. And this song becomes his song. It's embarrassing. If I had one more teaspoon of creep in me I would be stalking him.
The End
Curls and Long Socks
She's easily my favorite, Becca.
Her school picked the worst week for spring break, the very beginning and busiest week of softball. She was home all week and I saw her once. But that once was worth the wait. Our drives or walks could never be replaced by anything. I can spill my feelings to her, tell her things I know I can't tell anyone else, and no matter what happens she takes my side. I've had boy problems, she knows the boy, loves him, but sides with me no matter what. She's my best friend until the end. Love you girl!
Her school picked the worst week for spring break, the very beginning and busiest week of softball. She was home all week and I saw her once. But that once was worth the wait. Our drives or walks could never be replaced by anything. I can spill my feelings to her, tell her things I know I can't tell anyone else, and no matter what happens she takes my side. I've had boy problems, she knows the boy, loves him, but sides with me no matter what. She's my best friend until the end. Love you girl!
07 March 2011
Club Can't Handle Me
Flo Rida.
It wasn't a hard core club, but they were serving fancy drinks, the stamp only appeared under a black light, and admittance under the age of 21 was more expensive than if you were of drinking age. I felt so cool.
I was sitting in front of a couple drinking wine. And the group at the front of the room was clearly wasted up to high heaven. We went to see the performance, which I might add was nothing less than superb. 2 guitars, 2 percussionists, a bassist, and an accordion. You can't get much better. These kind of guys perform at clubs and bars. And me, my little 18 year old, high school student self got to witness the performance.
The drinking was stupid of all the people around me, and I would never wish to act as they did, but I felt like an actual adult walking into a club.
The scene in movies where a small group sits at a high table in a room with stadium-ish seating. They are given a menu of small appetizers, drinks and desserts, they listen to the performers, snap to show their pleasure, and wander off into the night to find a taxi. I felt as if that night I got a small sip of what that life would be like. And for some strange reason that life has always seemed so appealing to me. I'm close to the real deal though. Only 3 years to go.
Sidenote:However appealing this life seems to me, I promise you all to never take a drink.
It wasn't a hard core club, but they were serving fancy drinks, the stamp only appeared under a black light, and admittance under the age of 21 was more expensive than if you were of drinking age. I felt so cool.
I was sitting in front of a couple drinking wine. And the group at the front of the room was clearly wasted up to high heaven. We went to see the performance, which I might add was nothing less than superb. 2 guitars, 2 percussionists, a bassist, and an accordion. You can't get much better. These kind of guys perform at clubs and bars. And me, my little 18 year old, high school student self got to witness the performance.
The drinking was stupid of all the people around me, and I would never wish to act as they did, but I felt like an actual adult walking into a club.
The scene in movies where a small group sits at a high table in a room with stadium-ish seating. They are given a menu of small appetizers, drinks and desserts, they listen to the performers, snap to show their pleasure, and wander off into the night to find a taxi. I felt as if that night I got a small sip of what that life would be like. And for some strange reason that life has always seemed so appealing to me. I'm close to the real deal though. Only 3 years to go.
Sidenote:However appealing this life seems to me, I promise you all to never take a drink.
We R Who We R
Ke$ha.
Play ipod idol. Blast your earbuds so you can't even hear yourself, and sing your little heart out to a song you know word for word. Things get interesting.
I happened to completely lose my voice over the weekend, but I still played. I had Sparky sing with me, and we rocked it. Dance moves, high notes, facial expressions, Ke$ha might as well of been singing instead of me I was that good.
We're all still wondering how the adults didn't hear all this without getting mad. But, then again, the front desk of our hotel called them because of us and all we got was a stern warning. Maybe they took chill pills this weekend.
Play ipod idol. Blast your earbuds so you can't even hear yourself, and sing your little heart out to a song you know word for word. Things get interesting.
I happened to completely lose my voice over the weekend, but I still played. I had Sparky sing with me, and we rocked it. Dance moves, high notes, facial expressions, Ke$ha might as well of been singing instead of me I was that good.
We're all still wondering how the adults didn't hear all this without getting mad. But, then again, the front desk of our hotel called them because of us and all we got was a stern warning. Maybe they took chill pills this weekend.
Hobo You Can't Ride This Train
Louis Armstrong
Being the sort of small town girl that I am, hobo's seem to fascinate me. Living your life out of a shopping cart, and often relying on kindness for your next.... meal.... I've considered becoming a hobo for a week or so. Just to see how it really is. And after this weekend, this idea made it's way onto my bucket list. And possibly my 2011 summer bucket list.
Walking across a bridge in San Fransisco, a bush isn't an odd item to see. There are plants everywhere. You see this bush and it's reasoning for being placed there doesn't even begin to cross your mind. You walk across the bridge, getting closer and closer to the bush. Once you're about 3 feet from the bush. The bush jumps out at you and yells. You scream and run, turn around and realize the bush was really a toothless black hobo with nothing better to do than to sit on a bridge with a fake bush and scare pedestrians. My new hero. And I thought even more of him when we returned to that pier a couple days later and he was walking down the street carrying his bush. I now know what I want to do with the rest of my life.
The homeless were everywhere. Some were very entertaining. Some had signs for food, others were honest and asked for money for booze. We all have our priorities right?
Being the sort of small town girl that I am, hobo's seem to fascinate me. Living your life out of a shopping cart, and often relying on kindness for your next.... meal.... I've considered becoming a hobo for a week or so. Just to see how it really is. And after this weekend, this idea made it's way onto my bucket list. And possibly my 2011 summer bucket list.
Walking across a bridge in San Fransisco, a bush isn't an odd item to see. There are plants everywhere. You see this bush and it's reasoning for being placed there doesn't even begin to cross your mind. You walk across the bridge, getting closer and closer to the bush. Once you're about 3 feet from the bush. The bush jumps out at you and yells. You scream and run, turn around and realize the bush was really a toothless black hobo with nothing better to do than to sit on a bridge with a fake bush and scare pedestrians. My new hero. And I thought even more of him when we returned to that pier a couple days later and he was walking down the street carrying his bush. I now know what I want to do with the rest of my life.
The homeless were everywhere. Some were very entertaining. Some had signs for food, others were honest and asked for money for booze. We all have our priorities right?
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