My schedule has been righted! I got a call this morning telling me that I would have tomorrow off and that subsequent Thursdays would be my day off. Yay! This is me releasing a big sigh of relief.
So last night I found out my roommate has a bun in the oven. Not Meg, but one of the girls that lives in the room next to us. She just waltzed into the kitchen last night and said 'So I'm pregnant.' My ever-articulate response was to look up, blink, and ask 'You're getting a new apartment?'
I didn't hear her, honest.
It's difficult to act surprised when Gaby (my other awesome roomie) had told me that she had something cooking in there. What's the appropriate response to finding out about a pregnancy, anyway? I mean, congratulations are in order when it's family, but when it's a girl you barely know who's barely older than you? What the heck are you supposed to say? "Umm, cool. Don't pick up heavy objects?" I nearly told her that too. I mean, it sort of doesn't make sense. She's working at one of the resorts and that she doesn't like kids... sooo, she's never heard of a condom (man, am I being mean or what? Yikes!)? At least she said she got excited after the initial surprise of, oops! there's a baby in me! And her boyfriend is supportive, so that's good. I wish her the best, I really, really do.
If you read An amalgamation of training hell (especially the bit on the Icon Nut), then you know that I had to work overtime to serve a bunch of rowdy, 15-year-old New Yorkers. Other than being a barrel of monkeys, there was something I forgot to mention. One of the boys, the loudest, most obnoxious, and clearly the most New York (I kid, I kid) of the bunch pointed out my name-tag at one point and said 'Mikayla! Like Megan Fox's character in Transformers.' I died a little on the inside. Instead, I sort of scoffed and rolled my eyes and told him, 'Yeah, I know. It's unfortunate.'
And he, of course, responds with, 'WHAT, WHY?! MEGAN FOX IS HOT!'
Yeah, if you find trampy, talentless hacks hot, then I guess so... ? I mean, hey, whatever floats your boat or whatever. I'm not judging (or am I?). I forgave him and blamed his ignorance on raging hormones and told him that I didn't like sharing a name with a girl whose IQ is somewhere between a brick and a house plant. I've made a habit of shutting people down lately, but luckily I managed to divert the topic of conversation from discussing any similarities I might share with the Wonder Woman-hating bimbo to different ways of telling people they were morons. 'Dumb as a box of rocks, dense as brick, dumb as a pole...'
The Icon Nut was a lot better than Pretzel hell, I have to admit. We had a couple of magical moments there, including that last, insane, free-nut spree with the marching band kids. I mean, one of them even squeezed into the stand to shake our hands. They were pretty chill. I do have to wonder, though, when I make quips like the one about Megan Fox, or when I make fun of someone's opinion, is it going to stick with them or do they brush it off? I don't know which I prefer. Sending that boy home with the idea that there is a girl working at Hollywood Studios who is kind of a Mean Girl, or if he went home, watched some E! or VH1, saw something of Megan Fox, and will inevitably think back to HS and think to himself, "Yeah, she kind of is a moron." I like to think I saved his terrible sense of taste and he is slowly going through a metamorphosis.
...Ha ha ha!
Speaking of guys with weird tastes, one of the guys here on the program keeps hounding me. I hang out with him occasionally in our collective group (usually with Megan and another guy, Tom), but only ever as a platonic group of friends. Yet somehow, the day after we legitimately met, he decided I was The One (and not like Neo). Ever since then, he's been texting me nonstop, dropping hints, even when I shut him down when we were in class. I pretty much told him at the table (in the company of three other girls) that I did NOT come to college looking for a relationship and that's the last thing I wanted on this program. End of discussion. I told them all that I thought Valentine's day was the most commercial holiday (mostly out of my ire in light of Wal-Mart) and pretty much set my foot down when it came to romance (at least for now. Mami is probably like 'NOOO, I WANT GRANDBABIES!'). I mean, it wasn't so bad, really, until he invited himself over.
I slept in on Sunday, and yet I get this text at 8 in the morning asking if I was around. I answered at around 11 saying, yeah, I was, but Megan and the girls weren't. He said cool, (and I quote) 'Me, Chris, and Tom are coming over there in a bit.' Um, what? I texted back 'Over where??' and he responds with 'Ur place lol.' Lol, indeed! Lol my butt. I was definitely not amused. So I told him that he can drop by whenever he so pleased, but that I was not guaranteeing that I'd let him in. After all, I don't invite people into my home who invite themselves over. That's not how wooing works. Maybe in the 1800s, but not now. And with that said, I did not do/say anything that implied any interest. I assure you, his delusions were self made.
So guess who invited himself over at around noon? I told Gaby not to open the door. Megan later asked if I saw Charles that day. I told her, 'Yeah, I did. Through the peephole.'
How the heck do you handle something/one like that without hurting their feelings? If I said half the things that crossed my mind, my foot would be so far in my mouth, I'd be digesting it. Unfortunately, I've been getting to the point where I just want to be straight with people. I hate sugar-coating things for your pleasure. No. If you're being dumb, I want to tell you you're being dumb. I'm hoping one day I'll just get tired of the social norm (being too nice), crack, and just shuck that skin. I'd rather be straight-up with a person than pussy-foot in telling them they're being a real dipstick.
All right, that's enough of my ranting, right? I hope so!
The girls and I had pancakes for dinner the other night.
That was fun. I made nine massive pancakes, put them in a stack, and set them (and the table) for a big dinner. We actually just made them for Meg, Gaby, and I, but eventually Stephanie and Elisha came out too. It was nice. We all sat down at our Thanksgiving Table (that's what we call it, it's so big!) and ate while watching She's the Man. Suuuch a cute movie, and Vinnie Jones is in it-- so worth it. Now I want to impersonate a guy and see if I could pull it off. Probably not... but it'd be worth trying. Then maybe I could take a peek into guys' heads!
On second thought, I'd rather not. Well, I'm heading out now! I'll update a little later! <3>
So last night I found out my roommate has a bun in the oven. Not Meg, but one of the girls that lives in the room next to us. She just waltzed into the kitchen last night and said 'So I'm pregnant.' My ever-articulate response was to look up, blink, and ask 'You're getting a new apartment?'
I didn't hear her, honest.
It's difficult to act surprised when Gaby (my other awesome roomie) had told me that she had something cooking in there. What's the appropriate response to finding out about a pregnancy, anyway? I mean, congratulations are in order when it's family, but when it's a girl you barely know who's barely older than you? What the heck are you supposed to say? "Umm, cool. Don't pick up heavy objects?" I nearly told her that too. I mean, it sort of doesn't make sense. She's working at one of the resorts and that she doesn't like kids... sooo, she's never heard of a condom (man, am I being mean or what? Yikes!)? At least she said she got excited after the initial surprise of, oops! there's a baby in me! And her boyfriend is supportive, so that's good. I wish her the best, I really, really do.
If you read An amalgamation of training hell (especially the bit on the Icon Nut), then you know that I had to work overtime to serve a bunch of rowdy, 15-year-old New Yorkers. Other than being a barrel of monkeys, there was something I forgot to mention. One of the boys, the loudest, most obnoxious, and clearly the most New York (I kid, I kid) of the bunch pointed out my name-tag at one point and said 'Mikayla! Like Megan Fox's character in Transformers.' I died a little on the inside. Instead, I sort of scoffed and rolled my eyes and told him, 'Yeah, I know. It's unfortunate.'
And he, of course, responds with, 'WHAT, WHY?! MEGAN FOX IS HOT!'
Yeah, if you find trampy, talentless hacks hot, then I guess so... ? I mean, hey, whatever floats your boat or whatever. I'm not judging (or am I?). I forgave him and blamed his ignorance on raging hormones and told him that I didn't like sharing a name with a girl whose IQ is somewhere between a brick and a house plant. I've made a habit of shutting people down lately, but luckily I managed to divert the topic of conversation from discussing any similarities I might share with the Wonder Woman-hating bimbo to different ways of telling people they were morons. 'Dumb as a box of rocks, dense as brick, dumb as a pole...'
The Icon Nut was a lot better than Pretzel hell, I have to admit. We had a couple of magical moments there, including that last, insane, free-nut spree with the marching band kids. I mean, one of them even squeezed into the stand to shake our hands. They were pretty chill. I do have to wonder, though, when I make quips like the one about Megan Fox, or when I make fun of someone's opinion, is it going to stick with them or do they brush it off? I don't know which I prefer. Sending that boy home with the idea that there is a girl working at Hollywood Studios who is kind of a Mean Girl, or if he went home, watched some E! or VH1, saw something of Megan Fox, and will inevitably think back to HS and think to himself, "Yeah, she kind of is a moron." I like to think I saved his terrible sense of taste and he is slowly going through a metamorphosis.
...Ha ha ha!
Speaking of guys with weird tastes, one of the guys here on the program keeps hounding me. I hang out with him occasionally in our collective group (usually with Megan and another guy, Tom), but only ever as a platonic group of friends. Yet somehow, the day after we legitimately met, he decided I was The One (and not like Neo). Ever since then, he's been texting me nonstop, dropping hints, even when I shut him down when we were in class. I pretty much told him at the table (in the company of three other girls) that I did NOT come to college looking for a relationship and that's the last thing I wanted on this program. End of discussion. I told them all that I thought Valentine's day was the most commercial holiday (mostly out of my ire in light of Wal-Mart) and pretty much set my foot down when it came to romance (at least for now. Mami is probably like 'NOOO, I WANT GRANDBABIES!'). I mean, it wasn't so bad, really, until he invited himself over.
I slept in on Sunday, and yet I get this text at 8 in the morning asking if I was around. I answered at around 11 saying, yeah, I was, but Megan and the girls weren't. He said cool, (and I quote) 'Me, Chris, and Tom are coming over there in a bit.' Um, what? I texted back 'Over where??' and he responds with 'Ur place lol.' Lol, indeed! Lol my butt. I was definitely not amused. So I told him that he can drop by whenever he so pleased, but that I was not guaranteeing that I'd let him in. After all, I don't invite people into my home who invite themselves over. That's not how wooing works. Maybe in the 1800s, but not now. And with that said, I did not do/say anything that implied any interest. I assure you, his delusions were self made.
So guess who invited himself over at around noon? I told Gaby not to open the door. Megan later asked if I saw Charles that day. I told her, 'Yeah, I did. Through the peephole.'
How the heck do you handle something/one like that without hurting their feelings? If I said half the things that crossed my mind, my foot would be so far in my mouth, I'd be digesting it. Unfortunately, I've been getting to the point where I just want to be straight with people. I hate sugar-coating things for your pleasure. No. If you're being dumb, I want to tell you you're being dumb. I'm hoping one day I'll just get tired of the social norm (being too nice), crack, and just shuck that skin. I'd rather be straight-up with a person than pussy-foot in telling them they're being a real dipstick.
All right, that's enough of my ranting, right? I hope so!
The girls and I had pancakes for dinner the other night.
That was fun. I made nine massive pancakes, put them in a stack, and set them (and the table) for a big dinner. We actually just made them for Meg, Gaby, and I, but eventually Stephanie and Elisha came out too. It was nice. We all sat down at our Thanksgiving Table (that's what we call it, it's so big!) and ate while watching She's the Man. Suuuch a cute movie, and Vinnie Jones is in it-- so worth it. Now I want to impersonate a guy and see if I could pull it off. Probably not... but it'd be worth trying. Then maybe I could take a peek into guys' heads!
On second thought, I'd rather not. Well, I'm heading out now! I'll update a little later! <3>
And you got on me about a cross eyed bear? at least mine was a minor, insignificant screw up. you epicly failed at hearing, SO HA.
ReplyDeletewhat you should do is if he tries to come over again, set up a tripwire in the hallway to your apartment. when he trips it, have an audio recording go "ITS A TRAP!" and then have a doll of a baby slingshotted at his face!