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So, a few things before I post round 2 of the Hawt Meme.
First up, clarifying the last post.
Stella's Earrings: OMG. I absolutely adore them, I don't even KNOW. I can't explain how awesome it is to have the first earrings I put in and the first earrings I get compliments on be made by such a great person that I know. I felt amazing for the entirety of the day after I put those on. Which...um..funny story. I couldn't take the piercing earrings off. Yeeeeah...that was bad. First off, my alarm didn't go off and my mom thought I was already up, so she didn't wake me. In the end I had about fifteen to thirty minutes to get ready which, thank god, wasn't too bad seeing as I had planned the day for a few weeks as soon as I got those earrings. Anyways, I rushed through straightening my hair, grabbed my jewelry, put it in my bag, grabbed my phone and iPod, grabbed my bag, and ran to the car fast as I could. Well, in the car I started working on getting my earrings off and I COULDN'T.
Which, really, is ridiculous because I had, a few weeks prior, accidentally popped the backing of one earring off while in bed. I put it back on and went back to sleep, of course, but now I couldn't take it off. It was terrible. And my mom has arthritis, so she couldn't help. There was no way I was letting my brother help. There was only one thing left to do.
I texted Carrie, the great maker of pies. You may have noticed I talk about pies on my twitter. That's because of her. She goes to my church, helps out on Wednesdays, has short dark brown hair with pink bangs, and is energetic as can be. She makes us pies once a week. She was the first to welcome me and my family to the church. She is AWESOME. So, I texted her, asked if she could help and freaked out until she replied 'yes'. Soon as I get there, she walks around a crowd of people, and uses all her strength to get those earrings off in the middle of the foyer.
Now, my right ear bled a little, which leads me to believe it might have embedded slightly, but it's fine now. I'm just going to keep wearing earrings every day until I'm sure they're healed over.
Olga's Reply: I'm working on a new fic. She's my beta. She is epic. Bow before her.
Saw Caleb...in skinny jeans: Ahahahaha. You know when I freaked about my 'crush'? Yeah...I was going to keep him anonymous, for fear he might search me up, but to hell with that. Too much caffeine, apparently. So, yeah, Caleb. Dear Caleb. I didn't get to talk to him since he was leaving, but he turned and smiled and did a little wave at me. And he was wearing black skinny jeans. I think I died a little inside. All hot men should wear skinny jeans at least once in their life. Just saying.
I thought he looked good with wet hair, pale chest, and green swim trunks. And he did. I'm still debating which view is better. o.o Sadly, other people notice he's good looking as well. -.- Ask me and I'll tell the tale of the Blunt Flirter's Who I Really Want To Strangle.
It's funny, though. I normally don't talk a lot (except online...and with people I really know well) so it's a bit awkward still at church. Our church is rather small, which is great, because everyone has just sorta come around us and supported us and I really like some of the girls there, and even some of the guys are pretty sweet, but I'm still all shy talking to them. Mateas, Caleb's brother, (and, geez, I hope I'm spelling their names right) talks quite a lot and has yet to be, far as I can tell, shy. While Caleb is more like me. Real shy, scrunches in on himself sometimes, yet laughs a lot. He still talks more than me, though, so that's pretty awesome.
My Sis Knows ZQ: I'm sorry, I can't go here. I'm still in shock. Umm...well, let's just say she's in the entertainment industry, worked on Margin Call, and may or may not have told me how sweet and affectionate he is and how he made sure to come and talk to her everyday and he was the first person she talked to. Oh, and he came up to her...and she didn't know who it was...and she didn't know I was a HUGE fan of his work...and she's going back on Tuesday so, Lord willing, she'll talk to him again and I might get something signed or what have you.
I think I'm going to cry of jealousy, joy, or embarrassment. Or a mix thereof.
First up, clarifying the last post.
Stella's Earrings: OMG. I absolutely adore them, I don't even KNOW. I can't explain how awesome it is to have the first earrings I put in and the first earrings I get compliments on be made by such a great person that I know. I felt amazing for the entirety of the day after I put those on. Which...um..funny story. I couldn't take the piercing earrings off. Yeeeeah...that was bad. First off, my alarm didn't go off and my mom thought I was already up, so she didn't wake me. In the end I had about fifteen to thirty minutes to get ready which, thank god, wasn't too bad seeing as I had planned the day for a few weeks as soon as I got those earrings. Anyways, I rushed through straightening my hair, grabbed my jewelry, put it in my bag, grabbed my phone and iPod, grabbed my bag, and ran to the car fast as I could. Well, in the car I started working on getting my earrings off and I COULDN'T.
Which, really, is ridiculous because I had, a few weeks prior, accidentally popped the backing of one earring off while in bed. I put it back on and went back to sleep, of course, but now I couldn't take it off. It was terrible. And my mom has arthritis, so she couldn't help. There was no way I was letting my brother help. There was only one thing left to do.
I texted Carrie, the great maker of pies. You may have noticed I talk about pies on my twitter. That's because of her. She goes to my church, helps out on Wednesdays, has short dark brown hair with pink bangs, and is energetic as can be. She makes us pies once a week. She was the first to welcome me and my family to the church. She is AWESOME. So, I texted her, asked if she could help and freaked out until she replied 'yes'. Soon as I get there, she walks around a crowd of people, and uses all her strength to get those earrings off in the middle of the foyer.
Now, my right ear bled a little, which leads me to believe it might have embedded slightly, but it's fine now. I'm just going to keep wearing earrings every day until I'm sure they're healed over.
Olga's Reply: I'm working on a new fic. She's my beta. She is epic. Bow before her.
Saw Caleb...in skinny jeans: Ahahahaha. You know when I freaked about my 'crush'? Yeah...I was going to keep him anonymous, for fear he might search me up, but to hell with that. Too much caffeine, apparently. So, yeah, Caleb. Dear Caleb. I didn't get to talk to him since he was leaving, but he turned and smiled and did a little wave at me. And he was wearing black skinny jeans. I think I died a little inside. All hot men should wear skinny jeans at least once in their life. Just saying.
I thought he looked good with wet hair, pale chest, and green swim trunks. And he did. I'm still debating which view is better. o.o Sadly, other people notice he's good looking as well. -.- Ask me and I'll tell the tale of the Blunt Flirter's Who I Really Want To Strangle.
It's funny, though. I normally don't talk a lot (except online...and with people I really know well) so it's a bit awkward still at church. Our church is rather small, which is great, because everyone has just sorta come around us and supported us and I really like some of the girls there, and even some of the guys are pretty sweet, but I'm still all shy talking to them. Mateas, Caleb's brother, (and, geez, I hope I'm spelling their names right) talks quite a lot and has yet to be, far as I can tell, shy. While Caleb is more like me. Real shy, scrunches in on himself sometimes, yet laughs a lot. He still talks more than me, though, so that's pretty awesome.
My Sis Knows ZQ: I'm sorry, I can't go here. I'm still in shock. Umm...well, let's just say she's in the entertainment industry, worked on Margin Call, and may or may not have told me how sweet and affectionate he is and how he made sure to come and talk to her everyday and he was the first person she talked to. Oh, and he came up to her...and she didn't know who it was...and she didn't know I was a HUGE fan of his work...and she's going back on Tuesday so, Lord willing, she'll talk to him again and I might get something signed or what have you.
I think I'm going to cry of jealousy, joy, or embarrassment. Or a mix thereof.