Oh boy. Where to start.
~a little background information for the unaware~: Last summer, when working out at the YMCA, I had a very interesting and uncomfortable encounter. To make a painfully long story short, a guy with whom I had never before had even the smallest conversation, asked three painfully-awkward questions:
1) How old are you? (that's right, he started with that one.. not..."how's it goin?" or, maybe "what's your name?"
2) What's your name? "I'm ----" -->(for the purpose of this post we will call him Bob. Bob the Stalker, if you will.)
and 3) Do you think we could hang out sometime?
all in the span of about a minute. Slow mover, I think not.
my thoughts: WHAT? I don't even know you. We are not friends. We have never been friends. You have never spoken a single word to me, EVER.
Needless to say, it was awkward. And it led to a couple other awkward encounters of such persistence, later that summer, which could be two or three posts of their own.
but this summer: today, in fact, I saw Bob again. He happens to attend the community college mentioned in this post. Grand. Just Dandy.
I saw him a couple of times around campus and quickly ducked into the trailer or behind a sign, in hopes he wouldn't see that it was me.
Well, my efforts were fruitless. He came up to my booth today, so obviously NOT there to buy something (which he didn't even do). We talked for a few minutes, which consisted of him asking me several awkward questions:
I remember you, I mean, how could I forget? do you remember me? (Why is it people only remember me when I DON'T want them to?)
do you go to school? (yes, during the year....oh how I wish I was there..)
do you think we could hang out some time? (what I actually said: I don't really know you.)
what do you want to know about me? *standing awkwardly, waiting for an answer* (um....i don't know..let's start with...NOTHING)
and one very uncomfortable admittance of feelings:
I missed seeing you around the gym. I thought I would never see you again (yeah, me too). But I'm glad I did. I still want to see you/hang out with you sometime...
*nauseated feeling in my stomach*
Um. NO. I used the same lame excuse I used ALL last summer:
"I'm working a lot and I don't really have much time."
you know what he said? "That's such a bad answer"
guess what? I DON'T CARE.
he closed with this, the natural conversationalist (NOT):
do you want me to come by again? I mean, I don't want to if you don't want me to; I don't want to be annoying... (what I wanted to say: any person with basic social skills would know that you have passed that point! you are not only annoying, but slightly obnoxious, obsessive and CREEPY! Of COURSE I don't want you to come by!)
what I really said was, "you are welcome to come by and buy something, anytime you want. I'm not going to stop you. But I really don't care if you do or don't."
I just don't GET it. As if it wasn't awkward enough last summer, when he tried to ask me out three times before ever actually carrying on a normal conversation, why would he want to put himself through that AGAIN. It's/I'm NOT worth it!!
And if any of you are thinking, "that poor guy, rejection can be so tough." Stop it. Right now. Yeah, I understand it sucks, and that it's not easy to get the courage up to talk to a girl. But this guy must be a masochist, because I have never once given him the impression that I want him to come talk to me. There are these things called signals, they help us understand if the person is at all interested.
There is this other thing called having-a-normal-conversation-with-a-person-before-you-try-and-ask-them-out. It can work beautifully.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
GRRR
So I'm in the RB on the 10 minute computer downstairs as I drink a Slim-Fast so that I at least have something in my stomach before I go and work out. My reason for needing this blog right now is a certain person I have to dance with on team. I won't mention any names... but he's an oregonian that Laura thinks is attractive that I think has a big head :) Anyway.... we don't work as dance partners. He's on both numbers because he has to fill in for someone on the viennese Waltz, so he only practices with us every other day. The parts that we have to dance together just don't work, even when we practice on our own time a lot. He laughs a lot too when we mess up, not like "haha whoops we messed up again" more like "Kellie why the heck are you not doing it right". I guess snicker would be a better word. He never says anything directly but the way he acts or looks frustrated, I can tell he thinks things are mostly my fault, and I feel like he doesn't take my suggestions very well. I KNOW it's not all my fault because when I was doing all those parts with James yesterday, they were working perfectly!! Then Brent says, "Kellie, why didn't you do the tor-je-te?" (sorry katie I have no idea how to spell it) but I can't say, because John didn't do his part at all to help me! gahh! anyway I'm out of time on the computer...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
FREE PIZZA!!!!! {in a high-volume, hoarse, and utterly obnoxious tone}
The restaurant I work for has a concessions trailer at the local community college, which I run on weekdays during lunch. We sell a few different items, our biggest seller being pizza by the slice.
When I was setting up today, I noticed that the student body campaign had started (I didn't even know they had those for community colleges...). One of the campaign reps for a particular candidate came up to me and announced that his campaign would be handing out free pizza during lunch time, and that they had gotten the college's approval.
He was very nice about it, and I wasn't upset with him.* It was just really frustrating that the college didn't realize how that type of thing affects our already-incredibly-slow lunchtime business.
Now this is what really got me in the mood to vent:
Because of the "free pizza campaign," I had almost a full pizza still in the warmer, waiting to be sold. Hawaiian--ham and pineapple, to be exact.
At one point, this woman comes by and asks if we have a different kind or if I could put one in the oven.**
What I said: I apologized and told her that because of the free pizza campaign, I haven't been selling hardly any, and since we were about an hour from closing, it isn't likely that I could sell it. Basically, sorry but this is the pizza we have right now.
She looks at me. Rolls her eyes. And says,
"Oh My Freak, FINE. I won't buy from you anyway."
And stomps off like a two-year-old who was just told they can't have another cookie.
For a minute, I felt bad.
What I really wanted to say (after the alleged tantrum): I'm SORRY but it's not worth wasting an entire pizza for the one slice that you will buy. We already barely break even out here every single day. Also, you look like you should probably be getting a salad instead.
People just think the world was created to please them, and everyone around them should do the same.
newsflash: Sometimes you DON'T get your way. And sometimes the other person is right. It's okay to be upset, but you don't have to be so rude.
-LC
*The candidate he was supporting, the alleged shouter of "FREE PIZZA," (whom some would classify as a "shim"), was slightly more annoying.
**Normally, this is a perfectly justified request because we usually sell plenty of pizza.
When I was setting up today, I noticed that the student body campaign had started (I didn't even know they had those for community colleges...). One of the campaign reps for a particular candidate came up to me and announced that his campaign would be handing out free pizza during lunch time, and that they had gotten the college's approval.
He was very nice about it, and I wasn't upset with him.* It was just really frustrating that the college didn't realize how that type of thing affects our already-incredibly-slow lunchtime business.
Now this is what really got me in the mood to vent:
Because of the "free pizza campaign," I had almost a full pizza still in the warmer, waiting to be sold. Hawaiian--ham and pineapple, to be exact.
At one point, this woman comes by and asks if we have a different kind or if I could put one in the oven.**
What I said: I apologized and told her that because of the free pizza campaign, I haven't been selling hardly any, and since we were about an hour from closing, it isn't likely that I could sell it. Basically, sorry but this is the pizza we have right now.
She looks at me. Rolls her eyes. And says,
"Oh My Freak, FINE. I won't buy from you anyway."
And stomps off like a two-year-old who was just told they can't have another cookie.
For a minute, I felt bad.
What I really wanted to say (after the alleged tantrum): I'm SORRY but it's not worth wasting an entire pizza for the one slice that you will buy. We already barely break even out here every single day. Also, you look like you should probably be getting a salad instead.
People just think the world was created to please them, and everyone around them should do the same.
newsflash: Sometimes you DON'T get your way. And sometimes the other person is right. It's okay to be upset, but you don't have to be so rude.
-LC
*The candidate he was supporting, the alleged shouter of "FREE PIZZA," (whom some would classify as a "shim"), was slightly more annoying.
**Normally, this is a perfectly justified request because we usually sell plenty of pizza.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Procrastination
So I've been sitting on my bed for just about the whole day so far- since I woke up at 9:30. I did get up to make pancakes and talked to Travis and Shannon for a few minutes, but that's about it. Basically, I've been watching Scrubs as a way of procrastinating the talk I have to give in Sacrament meeting tomorrow. The talk that I was told about yesterday afternoon. What is so hard about being given a week's notice? I mean, really? "Oh yeah we have church on Sundays, which is two days from now, and that means Sacrament meeting... I should probably call three people and ask them to write a last minute talk to give". Don't get me wrong, I love my bishopric and they've been busier than normal this week because of giving callings, but.... really? Geez. Writing a talk isn't how I want to spend my Saturday. I've read Elder Oaks talk a couple of times and written down a few notes, but that's as far as I am. I don't know how I'm going to get 10 minutes out of this.
And! Of course I've gotten really tired from doing nothing all day (why does that happen?) and I just want to go back to sleep, but I've got my team social at 5 and I have to shower beforehand and I was hoping to have a good amount written by then... so I can't take a nap. Oh joy. And since I have been procrastinating, I'll still have to work on it a ton tonight after the social and then probably just go to bed after that. My life is obviously so exciting these days.
Anyway, it's a good talk. General Conference, April 2009, Elder Oaks, Unselfish Service. Check it out and re-read it.
And! Of course I've gotten really tired from doing nothing all day (why does that happen?) and I just want to go back to sleep, but I've got my team social at 5 and I have to shower beforehand and I was hoping to have a good amount written by then... so I can't take a nap. Oh joy. And since I have been procrastinating, I'll still have to work on it a ton tonight after the social and then probably just go to bed after that. My life is obviously so exciting these days.
Anyway, it's a good talk. General Conference, April 2009, Elder Oaks, Unselfish Service. Check it out and re-read it.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
For the LOVE!!!!
Okay, that's IT!! This one's simple. And maybe ya'll already know the answer. I suppose it's mostly just an inquiry. So here it is.
Inquiry: Why the heck can I NOT post comments on ANYONE'S posts?! It's driving me absolutely NUTS! I had some real nice ones all stapled out for Kellie, and Katie, and Laura... then I hit send... and nothing.... Aggh!! I select the profile, Google account in my case, then hit post.... wait for it.... wait for it..... it reloads and *poof,* my heart felt comment has "disapparated" into NOTHING! So my lovely lady friends, think not that I have no comments. Thus, they are apparently not freaking meant to be! Ggrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
.... I think Blogger.com favors females.... the only explanation I can come up with.... it's getting revenge on me for that whole estrogen comment... ... ... figures... ... ...
:P .... .... that's all I have to say about that.... ... ...
Inquiry: Why the heck can I NOT post comments on ANYONE'S posts?! It's driving me absolutely NUTS! I had some real nice ones all stapled out for Kellie, and Katie, and Laura... then I hit send... and nothing.... Aggh!! I select the profile, Google account in my case, then hit post.... wait for it.... wait for it..... it reloads and *poof,* my heart felt comment has "disapparated" into NOTHING! So my lovely lady friends, think not that I have no comments. Thus, they are apparently not freaking meant to be! Ggrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
.... I think Blogger.com favors females.... the only explanation I can come up with.... it's getting revenge on me for that whole estrogen comment... ... ... figures... ... ...
:P .... .... that's all I have to say about that.... ... ...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Why, Oh Why?!
I was inspired by Kellie's post to make yet another list. Of all the random/ridiculous/retarded "WHY" questions we ask ourselves. Here goes nothing.
Why...
...do cars sometimes randomly flash their brights at you, even when yours are DEFINITELY turned off?
...do people get frustrated so easily? Yes the pizza I gave you is plain cheese, I'm sorry that it happened to have HALF a mushroom on the tip of it because it was on the same plate as another kind
...is it so hard to find comfortable shoes that are not hideous?
...isn't ice cream is healthy as celery?
...can't all the people I love live in the same city?
...can't things like hair and nails grow to the perfect length and then just stop growing?
...can I never find my chapstick, keys, or cell phone in my purse?
...does my love of dance mean that my feet/toes will forever be deformed?
...do *some people* only have romantic feelings for someone else until the feeling is returned, then lose all interest?
...is the only attractive, single guy that I might possibly want to date/hang out with/kiss this summer NOT mormon, knows I am, and therefore is NOT interested? (confession: the fact that I'm LDS may or may not be the reason for his lack of interest; however, I will continue believing it is, in order to protect my self esteem)
...do the dental hygienists/dentist always try to carry on a conversation with you when their hands are in your mouth the whole time? "uh huh" and "nuh uh" only go so far...
Boo.
Fellow contributors, add your thoughts/unanswered questions to the list!
-LC
Why...
...do cars sometimes randomly flash their brights at you, even when yours are DEFINITELY turned off?
...do people get frustrated so easily? Yes the pizza I gave you is plain cheese, I'm sorry that it happened to have HALF a mushroom on the tip of it because it was on the same plate as another kind
...is it so hard to find comfortable shoes that are not hideous?
...isn't ice cream is healthy as celery?
...can't all the people I love live in the same city?
...can't things like hair and nails grow to the perfect length and then just stop growing?
...can I never find my chapstick, keys, or cell phone in my purse?
...does my love of dance mean that my feet/toes will forever be deformed?
...do *some people* only have romantic feelings for someone else until the feeling is returned, then lose all interest?
...is the only attractive, single guy that I might possibly want to date/hang out with/kiss this summer NOT mormon, knows I am, and therefore is NOT interested? (confession: the fact that I'm LDS may or may not be the reason for his lack of interest; however, I will continue believing it is, in order to protect my self esteem)
...do the dental hygienists/dentist always try to carry on a conversation with you when their hands are in your mouth the whole time? "uh huh" and "nuh uh" only go so far...
Boo.
Fellow contributors, add your thoughts/unanswered questions to the list!
-LC
Why can't decisions just be easier???
I've been toying with the idea this past week of staying for summer term. I decided to take a leaf out of Laura's book and make a list about staying in Provo or going to West Salem for July and August. I'm interested to hear what you all think.
Provo:
-I could find open dance partners to take lessons with and get lots better
-I could compete at the BYU summer Dancesport with said partners and go to the Nevada Star Ball
-I could work longer and hopefully earn more money than I could at home to help pay for Jerusalem (which is still not sure)
-I could retake gold Latin and take 380
-I could be around longer to spend lots of time with my lovely roommate.... although that's probably just wishful thinking with the whole boyfriend situation
-I want to go home for a little while, but it will get boring after about a month
West Salem:
-I can spend longer than a week or so at home
-I could actually make lots of money doing the 1472903 hours of yard work around my house now that I think about it
-I could probably get my babysitting job back for the third summer in a row. She loves me and I'm old enough and responsible enough to drive her three boys to and from gymnastics and soccer
-Oregon is way cooler than Utah
-I get to see Matt, Callie, Hannah, Kayla, Gwen, Cassie, Lauren, Kim, Sadie, Natalie, Jon, Ricky. Basically people I'm still really close with from highschool
-I get to have a car to drive myself around
-I can possibly go along as an experienced leader on the stake laurel 50 mile hike
-The outdoors in Oregon is the best- and I need camping/backpacking in my summer
Basically my main motivation for staying is dance. Which is what I love, but it's not what life is about. So I think I know my answer, but it's still a hard decision. I wish I could just do both.
Plus I'm pretty sure my parents will just make me come home anyway and not give me a choice.
Provo:
-I could find open dance partners to take lessons with and get lots better
-I could compete at the BYU summer Dancesport with said partners and go to the Nevada Star Ball
-I could work longer and hopefully earn more money than I could at home to help pay for Jerusalem (which is still not sure)
-I could retake gold Latin and take 380
-I could be around longer to spend lots of time with my lovely roommate.... although that's probably just wishful thinking with the whole boyfriend situation
-I want to go home for a little while, but it will get boring after about a month
West Salem:
-I can spend longer than a week or so at home
-I could actually make lots of money doing the 1472903 hours of yard work around my house now that I think about it
-I could probably get my babysitting job back for the third summer in a row. She loves me and I'm old enough and responsible enough to drive her three boys to and from gymnastics and soccer
-Oregon is way cooler than Utah
-I get to see Matt, Callie, Hannah, Kayla, Gwen, Cassie, Lauren, Kim, Sadie, Natalie, Jon, Ricky. Basically people I'm still really close with from highschool
-I get to have a car to drive myself around
-I can possibly go along as an experienced leader on the stake laurel 50 mile hike
-The outdoors in Oregon is the best- and I need camping/backpacking in my summer
Basically my main motivation for staying is dance. Which is what I love, but it's not what life is about. So I think I know my answer, but it's still a hard decision. I wish I could just do both.
Plus I'm pretty sure my parents will just make me come home anyway and not give me a choice.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Here's your sign!
Okay, so it's my turn to vent. This is ridiculous! Women!!!! I hate, no, LOATHE this ordeal that we term as "Woman's Conference." For all you ladies out there, which hey, is the other three people that follow this blog, I apologize.
Background:
Woman's Conference: That lovely time of the year in which a million estrogen filled vessels make their way to God's University. Why? Good heavens, I don't have a clue. I think it's some kind of "flower power," women's rights, "Go ladies" tripe that just fuels their britches and gets 'em pumped for the next 12 months.
My Predicament:
So, here I sit in a visitor booth just to the east of the Wilk trying to maintain law and order between who can park and who can not. FYI: There are two HUGE signs that say, "This is NOT a Woman's Conference parking lot." Yet take a crack at how many women CAN'T READ!!!
Dialogue:
"I've been driving all over campus and can't find anywhere to park. Every lot is full."
(My brain is thinking, "Uh huh. Sure they are.") "Hiiiiii there. Well here's what we're going to have you do. Take this..... blah blah blah.... and voila! You're there."
"Are you serious!!!!?" (Spit flying.)
*She speeds away*
I love my job.
Okay.... I might have to rescind a few comments. A lady just came up to me and said this:
"Dear. I found a parking space. Thank you so much. You've saved me so much time from having to run around looking for a spot and now I can get in get out and make my way back home to Salt Lake. Thank you. I was going to have Subway for lunch but I thought of you and just wanted to thank you for your help. Here, take my sandwich."
*melt*
I know what you three are thinking, "Serves you right."
:P
Background:
Woman's Conference: That lovely time of the year in which a million estrogen filled vessels make their way to God's University. Why? Good heavens, I don't have a clue. I think it's some kind of "flower power," women's rights, "Go ladies" tripe that just fuels their britches and gets 'em pumped for the next 12 months.
My Predicament:
So, here I sit in a visitor booth just to the east of the Wilk trying to maintain law and order between who can park and who can not. FYI: There are two HUGE signs that say, "This is NOT a Woman's Conference parking lot." Yet take a crack at how many women CAN'T READ!!!
Dialogue:
"I've been driving all over campus and can't find anywhere to park. Every lot is full."
(My brain is thinking, "Uh huh. Sure they are.") "Hiiiiii there. Well here's what we're going to have you do. Take this..... blah blah blah.... and voila! You're there."
"Are you serious!!!!?" (Spit flying.)
*She speeds away*
I love my job.
Okay.... I might have to rescind a few comments. A lady just came up to me and said this:
"Dear. I found a parking space. Thank you so much. You've saved me so much time from having to run around looking for a spot and now I can get in get out and make my way back home to Salt Lake. Thank you. I was going to have Subway for lunch but I thought of you and just wanted to thank you for your help. Here, take my sandwich."
*melt*
I know what you three are thinking, "Serves you right."
:P
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