You are an ass hat.
All hail free ice cream cone day at Ben and Jerry's.
Standing in line on Tuesday was quite the adventure. Tuesday I felt kind of cute because I had worked that morning and, when I go to work, I put forth a little extra effort when it comes to getting ready. (It typically works in my favor as I get numerous compliments, "I love your makeup. Actually, I just love your whole look." -Barista at Starbucks, "I love your hair. Do you wear it like that everyday? I should bring my daughter in to see it so that she can do her hair like that for prom." -Random lady who couldn't decide which size sandal to purchase.) So, while standing in the unusually long line at Ben and Jerry's, a man who was passing by, and obviously was unaware that it was free cone day, was throwing a fit! "All of you are in line...FOR ICE CREAM!? You all are crazy!" He then proceeded to crouch down next to a gentleman sitting at a table to say, "The most beautifulist girl in the world is standing in line right now for ice cream and she's wearing a plaid shirt." Now, before we take this any further, please allow me to include that I did not hear the man say that last tidbit about the most beautifulist girl in the world, nor did I hear a comment about a plaid shirt: my mind was focused elsewhere-- ice cream. Bri informed me that the crazy man was talking about me, or at least we are finding it safe to assume he was talking about me; I was sporting a plaid shirt at the time. Yay for me, I am the most beautifulist girl in the world. This is where I cringe at the poor grammar.
Tuesday night I was also able to play softball with Jared and Alex for about fifteen minutes before the stadium lights were turned off. While I was batting I had acquired a number of fans. There were people cheering me on and yelling my name. I had no idea who any of these people were at the time; however, it was a euphoric and nervous feeling that consumed my 'A' game. I started batting like my mother would. Insert another cringe here. After pulling a few lobs into left field, we had to retreat back to the dorms. I did notice that as I walked there was a sensational pain in my left glute-- pulling butt muscles is not on my list of favorite things to do.
It was not until yesterday at lunch that my fans from the night before were revealed. Drew and Nate applauded my performance and rolled their eyes when I said that my performance was less than sub-par. I also told them that I had been hitting like my mom. Now they think my mother is world class. I was also invited to partake in home run derby. Naturally I accepted with confidence, but deep down I know that I am about to get smoked.
While I recognize that by residing in Ohio you are subjected to a new season about every 15 minutes, I must say that the weather patterns that occurred yesterday were outrageous. One minute I would be outside clinging to the sides of my jacket lusting for warmth, and the next I was removing a layer of clothing because the rays of the sun allowed for some comfort. A mere fifteen minutes later the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and it was raining. I wish that Ohio would just make up its damn mind.
DHA had its first program last night, Daniel's Unplugged. Of the six people the expressed interest in playing, three of them actually went balls to the wall and picked up their guitars to sooth our ears with their melodic voices. All-in-all the program was a success. We had about fifty kids fill out evaluation forms and about fifteen left without filling one out. There were a couple of girls that I know of, just not personally, that got coffee and cookies and ducked out. I abhor antics of the sort. So rude, so rude. She is slightly pretentious so I feel as though it doesn't make much difference to her.
Annie and I had a laundry date last night. We sat, had some discussion about things, and worked on writing papers for different classes. The long and short of this is that I left our date with clean laundry, a written paper, and the realization that Annie is easily one of my favorite friends that I have made this year. Love her, love her, love her. She also told me that she and Sofia were discussing how everyone is pretentious about something. At first Annie told Sofia that I was not pretentious about anything, but Sofia had more to say. Sofia decided that I was pretentious about being myself because I know that I am unique and I know that nobody can ever really be like me. I won't argue with Sofia.
I was able to sleep in today for the first time in quite some time. It felt wonderful to wake up at 10:30 knowing that I did not have to rush to be anywhere or do anything of dire importance. With that said, I should be reading and studying for my Biology exam tomorrow or my Topics quiz that I have this afternoon. I am much too comfortable sitting sideways at my computer desk in a sweater and stripped knee socks to motivate myself to crack open a book.
Perhaps I will indulge in my last yogurt and think about what I'm going to wear today as the weather fluctuates again from desirable to slightly less than. Maybe I should get a bubble to live in so that I can wear whatever I want, whenever I want, without worries about the weather spoiling my fun.
Standing in line on Tuesday was quite the adventure. Tuesday I felt kind of cute because I had worked that morning and, when I go to work, I put forth a little extra effort when it comes to getting ready. (It typically works in my favor as I get numerous compliments, "I love your makeup. Actually, I just love your whole look." -Barista at Starbucks, "I love your hair. Do you wear it like that everyday? I should bring my daughter in to see it so that she can do her hair like that for prom." -Random lady who couldn't decide which size sandal to purchase.) So, while standing in the unusually long line at Ben and Jerry's, a man who was passing by, and obviously was unaware that it was free cone day, was throwing a fit! "All of you are in line...FOR ICE CREAM!? You all are crazy!" He then proceeded to crouch down next to a gentleman sitting at a table to say, "The most beautifulist girl in the world is standing in line right now for ice cream and she's wearing a plaid shirt." Now, before we take this any further, please allow me to include that I did not hear the man say that last tidbit about the most beautifulist girl in the world, nor did I hear a comment about a plaid shirt: my mind was focused elsewhere-- ice cream. Bri informed me that the crazy man was talking about me, or at least we are finding it safe to assume he was talking about me; I was sporting a plaid shirt at the time. Yay for me, I am the most beautifulist girl in the world. This is where I cringe at the poor grammar.
Tuesday night I was also able to play softball with Jared and Alex for about fifteen minutes before the stadium lights were turned off. While I was batting I had acquired a number of fans. There were people cheering me on and yelling my name. I had no idea who any of these people were at the time; however, it was a euphoric and nervous feeling that consumed my 'A' game. I started batting like my mother would. Insert another cringe here. After pulling a few lobs into left field, we had to retreat back to the dorms. I did notice that as I walked there was a sensational pain in my left glute-- pulling butt muscles is not on my list of favorite things to do.
It was not until yesterday at lunch that my fans from the night before were revealed. Drew and Nate applauded my performance and rolled their eyes when I said that my performance was less than sub-par. I also told them that I had been hitting like my mom. Now they think my mother is world class. I was also invited to partake in home run derby. Naturally I accepted with confidence, but deep down I know that I am about to get smoked.
While I recognize that by residing in Ohio you are subjected to a new season about every 15 minutes, I must say that the weather patterns that occurred yesterday were outrageous. One minute I would be outside clinging to the sides of my jacket lusting for warmth, and the next I was removing a layer of clothing because the rays of the sun allowed for some comfort. A mere fifteen minutes later the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and it was raining. I wish that Ohio would just make up its damn mind.
DHA had its first program last night, Daniel's Unplugged. Of the six people the expressed interest in playing, three of them actually went balls to the wall and picked up their guitars to sooth our ears with their melodic voices. All-in-all the program was a success. We had about fifty kids fill out evaluation forms and about fifteen left without filling one out. There were a couple of girls that I know of, just not personally, that got coffee and cookies and ducked out. I abhor antics of the sort. So rude, so rude. She is slightly pretentious so I feel as though it doesn't make much difference to her.
Annie and I had a laundry date last night. We sat, had some discussion about things, and worked on writing papers for different classes. The long and short of this is that I left our date with clean laundry, a written paper, and the realization that Annie is easily one of my favorite friends that I have made this year. Love her, love her, love her. She also told me that she and Sofia were discussing how everyone is pretentious about something. At first Annie told Sofia that I was not pretentious about anything, but Sofia had more to say. Sofia decided that I was pretentious about being myself because I know that I am unique and I know that nobody can ever really be like me. I won't argue with Sofia.
I was able to sleep in today for the first time in quite some time. It felt wonderful to wake up at 10:30 knowing that I did not have to rush to be anywhere or do anything of dire importance. With that said, I should be reading and studying for my Biology exam tomorrow or my Topics quiz that I have this afternoon. I am much too comfortable sitting sideways at my computer desk in a sweater and stripped knee socks to motivate myself to crack open a book.
Perhaps I will indulge in my last yogurt and think about what I'm going to wear today as the weather fluctuates again from desirable to slightly less than. Maybe I should get a bubble to live in so that I can wear whatever I want, whenever I want, without worries about the weather spoiling my fun.