Stories from College: WHAT A WEEK

To say that this was the worst week of my life would be an understatement.
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Happy Anniversary! (And Happy Sunday!)

So I didn’t end up having time to do the two posts I promised I’d release on here this weekend, but, hey, what else should we expect from a promise of mine?
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The Last Chance to Think Before School

And work…
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The Liebster Award (Again!)

Go on. Discover them.
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What a Nondenominational Christian Thinks About Modern Churches

Typically on Sundays, those who practice a religion of some sort will go to a church or mosque or temple or whatever place it is in which they worship in order to observe the Sabbath and be with their god of choice.

I, however, as religious as I am, do not do that.
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The Worst Pick-Up Line I’ve Ever Heard

Ugh…

So the other day at work, there was a fairly attractive dude in the store. Normally when this happens, I’m a very happy camper, for fairly attractive dudes help the nights pass a lot more quickly than they normally would. However, this time around, things went a bit differently…

Ugh…

Basically, after almost an hour of him browsing the store, he finally decided on a few shirts and went to be checked out. At this point, I just so happened to already be at the register, so I would end up ringing him out. I got super excited at this, for I’d  finally be able to interact with my eye candy.

Yes!!!

Halfway through the transaction, however, this handsome man, who had been silent the entire time save for answering my how-do-you-do, suddenly shifted his weight and asked in an incredibly nonchalant manner, “So, does that mean you’re for sale, too?”

Excuse me? 

No, really, what?

Ahem. It was then that I remembered I was wearing a bright red lanyard with a giant red sale sign attached to it.

So, basically, this guy was letting me know he found me attractive by indicating that he’d like to purchase me if my lanyard advertising the store’s sale was also advertising my sale.

Ugggggghhhhhh!!!!

I simply laughed at his horrible joke, but if it were a perfect world, I would have instead replied with a very dry, “No, sir. Both prostitution and human trafficking are illegal.”

Ladies and gents, please, for the love of our good Lord above, don’t even think about using the whole “does that mean you’re on sale, too” thing in order to pick up another mate. You’re only going to thoroughly creep him or her out, no matter how attractive you are. Take it from me, someone who’s heard practically every line in the book thanks to working where creepy men tend to frequent; implying that, if you could, you would totally buy someone because you find them so attractive is just… uggghhh…

I’m Just Tired

I love writing, but right now, I’m just tired. I have so much I want to say and do, but at the moment, I simply don’t have enough energy in order to get it done and thus get it out. And so I must say that I have to start easing up.

When I think about not being as ambitious as before, I grow sad, for it means that I’m delaying the living of my life that I so desperately want to do. But at the end of the day, I’m only human, which means that I naturally cannot get everything I wish done, and I just have to learn to accept that.

Trust me, though; I’m working on it, on trying to accept that I’m just a person and thus sometimes need to take a rest. It’s something that’s very hard for me to do, though. I don’t know why, but I just like to get things done, to know that I’m moving forward and thus alright. But what I fail to realize is that, while getting things done and moving forward with life are, when generally speaking, certainly more than alright, on a more specific level, all the time, that’s not necessarily the case.

So, from now on, in order to teach myself that, instead of trying to follow some ridiculously rigorous mental schedule in order to get ahead in life (for what reason, who knows), I am simply going to do things as I please. Being a go-getter is only wearing me out and making me incredibly unmotivated, so it’s time I finally eased up a bit, in all aspects of my life.

What I know in my heart is that success will come if and when it’s meant to be, and so there’s really no point in wearing myself to the bone in order to prematurely achieve it. I mean, just as an example, yesterday, I got a job offer completely out of the blue from a pretty successful magazine. Now, it may just be me, but I think that proves my little theory to be incredibly correct.

And so I will wait. After all, following what feels right deep within is what matters, and what feels right right now for me is not pushing myself beyond my limits. So that is exactly what I will do, finally stop treading on eggshells and simply take a breather in order to actually recuperate and prepare for whatever it is that lies ahead.

For some reason, it feels like I should apologize for admitting that I won’t be slowly killing myself with my work anymore (no matter how much I love it). But by swearing to ease up a bit in my endeavors, I know that I am only letting my insane self down, and so there’s no apology to be found. Instead, I’m simply going to end this brief thought by asking for a wish of good luck, for I think I’m going to need it very soon.

Now to go figure out how to write a good resume…

Sue Heck = My Life

I’ve been a fan of The Middle ever since the show came out, and every single time I watch it (which is, uh, every single night), I just can’t help but feel more and more that Sue Heck is the epitome of my life. Literally, she is my spirit animal, in both the best and worst ways possible, and I just can’t help but talk about it a little bit tonight — mostly by counting all of the ways in which her actions mimic mine.

Yes, Sue, I go into everything new using solely my knowledge of TV and movies to get through, too.

I think every person on earth feels like this at some point in time. I especially feel like this every day before I head to campus. #commuterlife

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Unfortunately, I have to keep this reaction inside my head at all times (especially at work), but if I could call every single moron I encounter in a day out, the above is exactly how I would do it.

I mean, some people are just so stupid, you can’t believe they’re sane.

I don’t babysit (thank the Lord), but I do (somehow) always end up in a crap ton of stressful situations that nothing could have ever prepared me for. So I panic, yell about how unprepared I am, and wing it. Sue always does the same thing, and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that.

This one needs no explanation — unless you want me to specify bands so you can take me up on that offer, of course.

Oblivious, naive, punny. It’s great. We’re great.

I have had incredibly awkward moments like this happen to me during a few important presentations… So, uh, yeah, she’s definitely got me covered here.

I’m still too scarred to go into any further detail, though, so you’re gonna have to just deal with it.

With the typo in this meme aside, this quote right here, to be as basic as we can, is literally my life.

No one ever remembers my name. Ever. It’s hilarious. Over the years, I’ve been called nearly everything in the book, and so when someone actually gets it even kind of right, I’m just astounded; it really means a lot to us invisible types.

This one is also literally my life. Why? Because I’m incredibly inexperienced in the dating realm (lol, I don’t got time for that), which means that, just like Sue, I’mma have no idea what French kissing really is until it hits me. Same thing with regular kissing. And hand holding. And hugging. And flirting. And eye contact. And let me tell you, it’s gonna hit me hard — as well as probably gross me out. But that’s okay, for that’s all most likely 20 years down the road, anyway, so I’ve got awhile. (Yes, that’s how long it’s gonna take me to find someone, I just know it.)

But it’s not only what Sue says that I relate to. Her general reactions also just speak to me.

Based on what I just said about myself and boys, ^ that is totally me.

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Also, ^ this is totally why I don’t drive a car, because I’m terrified of killing everything.

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And, finally, ^ this is why I never get invited to parties: I dance like a complete idiot. (Probably because I am a complete idiot.)

Ah, she just gets me. And I get her. And that’s why I love the show, because of Sue Heck.

In general, whether you watch the show or not, just hail Sue. She’s gloriously awkward and relatable to all. Rock on, ABC writers, for the terrific characterization.

Rock on.

Music Monday: CANCELLED (So here’s some hot singers wearing flower crowns instead)

I know, I know: We might as well be cancelling Christmas.

Well, thanks to Google locking me out of my account for the next 24 hours due to “overactivity,” this week’s edition of Music Monday must be cancelled. (Google, I was just trying to send myself the photos and videos I needed for my post. Jeez. Calm yo’self.)

Anyway, I don’t really have a backup plan at this point that I can use in order to actually give you some legitimate content today, so instead of our regularly scheduled programming, please enjoy this montage of musicians I find to be incredibly hot.

PS – They’re all wearing flower crowns:

jmv flower crown

jjk flower crown

And, fellas, here’s some pretty ladies for your viewing pleasure, too (cause I don’t discriminate):

You’re welcome, everybody.

Hey, at least it still remotely deals with music.

Maybe next week I’ll have access to Google again. Hmmph.