Gems From My First Blogging World

The other day a friend and I were talking about a past roommate we had. We wanted to contact her but had no way of knowing where to look. I then remembered long ago when Myspace was all the rage, we were friends there and possibly I could get her contact information. After a half hour of trying to remember passwords and getting logged in, I was disappointed to find that she was no longer on Myspace. However, I found a series of posts that I had written my sophmore year of college 2005! Amazing things I had totally forgotten about. So before I deleted my Myspace account I copied and pasted these posts into Word. My personal favorite is below, ENJOY!

MR. CLEAN MAGIC ERASERS

I just want to put this out there. One of my favorite products of all time is the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. I swear by these things. They can get anything off of anything. If you have never tried one, DO IT. You won't regret it, and if you do I'm sure if you wrote a nasty enough letter to Procter & Gamble the people that own Mr. Clean they would give you some really nice coupons. But what do you have to lose besides $2, I think you can live without those two jr. bacon cheeseburgers so you can have the Mr. Clean Eraser, so that you can get your $200 cleaning deposit back from your landlord. So my advice to you is to get down to your local Wal-mart and get yourself some Mr. Clean Erasers and start erasing all of those bad cooking memories from your kitchen walls. Believe me you'll love them!

Back to the Grind

So i'm starting my last semester at SUU. In a way I didn't want Christmas break to end, for the mere fact that it was Christmas break, but it also meant the beginning of the end! Facing the real world is a little bit scary especially when you aren't really sure what you want to be doing. But the day came, and I showed up on campus, a little less bright eyed and bushy tailed as the freshmen, but determined to have a good attitude and trying to be a little more social than before. So after only a half a week, I've made my assesment! Classes are fine, nothing too exciting in that department, just the same old hippie professors and 15 students, Except for my film class. I needed one extra class in order to have 12 credits, so this one sounded interesting. It should be a good class, but the mix of people in there is real interesting. Let me break it down row by row.

Back Row: A few macho guys and the emo girls. These people aren't sure why they are at college and they needed some kind of art credit, so this seemed like a good option.

Second to last row: These people feel like they want to be here, but are pulled to the back of the classroom by peer pressure and are slightly intimidated by the class. They think they can avoid being noticed, however, most clever professors know this about second to back rowers and usually make a point of calling on them randomly throughout the class, asking for useless tidbits of information.

Middle Row: These people are moderately interested in the class, have found their footing as a college student and will do the neccessary preparation to contribute to class discussions. They also happen to be the funniest people in the class.

Second Row: The trying to know it all. They have realized that sitting on the front row comes off as a little strong, so they have resorted to the second row. But everyone sees right through it. This also creates a buffer between the student and professor. They typically are pretty smart people and do well in the class.

First Row: Do I really need to say anything?

Anyway, The joys of going to school, While I will really miss these types of classes, it will be time to move on. But I still have a whole semseter to soak up all of these experiences. I mean nothing cures the mid-week school blues like a stroll through the student center!

Someone is Bound to Get HURT ... Maybe?

To all of my fans out there, don't worry, I've been keeping a nice little list of things to write about on my blog in the back of my cute little pink planner, that also happens to contain my life plan (so I don't plan on losing it anytime soon)! Anyway, I just haven't had the time to develop any of these ideas, but that is what I'm about to do, instead of my homework that is due tomorrow. I just feel like I need to let out a little of what has been troubling the girls that happen to live on the only One Way Street in our little town. Once again this has to do with relationships, so sorry, I just am surrounded by it ... and as hard as I try I can't get away! Now on with the real story. So in all our self-pitying and dramatic moments we as roommates have had time to reflect on this so called dating game and seriously someone needs to rewrite the rules, or write the rules to begin with. It is kind of like what we talked about in my Business Government and Ethics class when discussing morals and ethics. The following conversation ensued:

Prof: "Is it wrong to hit somebody?"

Class: Generally yes ... a few guys in the back answered If they deserve it no.

Prof: "Well then shouldn't all of those people playing football get arrested and charged with assault because all they do is go around hitting people."

Class: That is different they agreed to be hit, so those doing the hitting are not liable.

Prof: "So if you were playing football you couldn't just say to the person coming at you that if they hit you, you would sue them."

Class: Right

Prof: "Well what if they started hitting the spectators?"

Class: That's a different story because they didn't agree to play the game.

Conclusion: If you agree to play the game then you accept the rules and regulations that go along with it, however, if you are just a spectator you have some rights if you feel you have been wronged/injured.

Application: If you jump in the dating game, you agree to play by the rules. You put yourself out there and if you get hit, you just take one for the team. But what about those of us, who don't want to be in the game and somehow we get wrapped up in it and end up getting hurt or hurting someone else. You see where I'm going with this. There is no end to the PAIN!!!

Case in Point: Guys are always saying that girls have no idea what they want, thus making it hard for them to date us (girls). They say that we are confusing and can't send clear signals. While probably true in many instances, there is one particular situation I would like to focus on. Guys are the confusing ones!! Guys always say that they would rather have a girl tell them in the beginning if they are not interested rather than lead them on and like 10 weeks into the relationship the girl says "I'm just not that into you! But thanks for all of the free food and great entertainment." I get that, it's just plain rude to lead someone on and take advantage of them. However, Girls end up being the bad guys because if we tell them up front that we aren't interested we become uppity "Bitches" (sorry Mom). So it's a lose-lose for us girls. Either way we end up being the bad guys --- or girls. So someone gets hurt, even when they tried to stay out of the game!

2nd point: What happens when you are trying to be a friend ... I mean you think someone is a cool person, enjoy spending time with them, overall it's a win - win. You don't want to be in the game you are just trying to enhance your friend pool. The problem is when someone gets too emotionally involved and communication is lacking. Or signals are sent or signals are misread. It's a set up for disaster. Someone is getting hurt and a friendship is destroyed!

So what can we learn ... you are not safe as a spectator! and when it comes to any kind of relationship (friends, family, or romantic) communication is key, and remember if you wouldn't like someone treating you that way, probably shouldn't treat someone else like that!

****Please feel free to comment and help me understand the rules of the GAME!

Questions Questions ... What is the Deal with saying my Name??

So not really sure how to start this. This is one of those situations where you kind of have to experience it to get the full effect, but I will try to stretch my writing skills and my use of adjectives to paint this picture for you! Anyway, over the last couple of weeks I have been out on a few dates with a person, while a good time was had by all, there were just a few things that bothered me. But let me backup a little and explain a few basic beliefs that I have:

1) I believe in the concept of reciprocating. For example if you ask someone a question you are prepared to answer the same question if posed back to you. This is a way to create balance in conversation and in a relationship.

2) I believe that it is important to direct your focus while speaking with someone and let them know that you are engaged in the conversation.

With that said let me continue. So I've been out with this guy a couple of times and he is really nice and we have a good time. But two of my basic beliefs have been violated. One instance is we are sitting eating ice cream (I know everyone that knows me is like, why are you eating ice cream you hate ice cream?) and he is just sitting there asking me questions. Like one right after another. Which is a great dating technique to have some questions to ask and be interested in the the other person. However, when I go to ask the questions back, they are deflected by him asking me another question. Finally, I got so frustrated that I said it straight up "You've been asking me a lot of questions how about you answer some." That got that ball rolling for about two seconds. And then the questions turned back to me.

Second scenario, to make things even worse the whole time while these questions are being asked my name is being repeated like 100 times! It seems that the question needed to start and end with my name! I get that you are talking to me, especially when we are the only two people in the room! And while it is nice to hear the sound of your name, it like many other words when said to much starts to sound weird. Anyway, that is my rant! Where is that black dress to say lets just be friends?

I'm The Luckiest Girl!!!

So I know that I haven't updated this blog in a while. But that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about it. Kind of like a lot of things in life ... you've been meaning to do them for a while but just never get around to it. Personally, I believe that it's better to have thought about doing it then to completely ignore a thing, at least then you have acknowledged that it is something that needs to be done. And as I learned in my Leadership class today, sometimes acknowledgment can go a very long way. However, in this case acknowledging the fact that I needed to update this blog didn't get me very far, so here I am updating because one of my classes was cancelled. Sometimes it just takes the right set of circumstances to make things happen (that is a hint to some of my professors)! Anyway, now on to the meat of this little episode!

A couple of weeks ago, my boss and I were talking. Somehow the conversation turned to how I felt things were going really well for me and so on. Anyway, in her best other person voice she turns to me and says (as if I were saying this)

"I am the Luckiest girl at SUU!"

Anyway, it kind of got me thinking. I am the luckiest girl! In all seriousness, as crazy as things have been for me the last couple of weeks and in all of my frustration! I feel like there really is someone above looking out for me. That I can find joy in the small things around me and that I've come to the point in my life where I am not going to let the circumstances around me dictate my attitude or my ability to enjoy life. But I also feel very blessed and honored to witness some very hilarious things each day, that keep me entertained for example:

While sitting in the library computer lab studying for a test and having a girl ask me, after having sat there for 5 min, "do I have to do something to make this work" (in reference to her computer). I respond by saying,
"Oh you might have to turn it on." She looks at me and says "Well how am I supposed to do that?" Surpressing laughter I turn and push the one and only button on the front of the computer and say "Like that." All the while behind me two girls are fawning over this guy who can't figure out how to do some very basic math. At this point I stop and think to myself, by sitting here am I really enhancing my ability to learn or is this section of the lab a black hole where all intelligent thought is sucked out of you as you step into its force field. I then promptly stand up and move my studying to the second floor of the library, where the only thing I can be distracted by now is the view of the freshmen pouring across the street from the dorms through the window at my usual table. (Don't Worry I aced the test!)

The magic of one Dress!!!

Imagine that you are faced with a situation where you need to convey two very different messages. Perhaps it's a job interveiw and you want your outfit to say I'm smart and motivated, but not overbearing. Mixed signals. Over 90% of communication is non-verbal, so it is totally natural to spend that 20 minutes in front of your closet each morning (I feel so much better about myself right now) anyway back to the point. I was faced with one such situation. I needed a dress and not just any dress but a magical dress. One that conveyed two such opposing messages ... quite the perdicament. However, with the help of my trusty roommates Nicole and Michelle (your welcome for the shout out). I was able to do it. So here it is, the black dress that says to one guy "Let's just be friends" and to the other "Maybe you should ask me out." I was a little nervous not sure if it was going to work, but va-lah mission accomplished. Now it seems like the only thing I need in my closet is a pair of ill-fitting glass slippers (refer to earlier post) and this magic black dress! (there goes the 20 min in the morning - oh well you can never have too much beauty sleep).

Cinderella Shoe

So I never got how Cinderella lost her shoe on those stairs. On my way to school each morning I have to go down a series of stairs. Now granted i'm not the most coordinated person when it comes to going down stairs. I think it is the positioning of my eyeballs in my head and my cheeks. So my periphial vision looking down just doesn't work out for me. Anyway, So today when I was going down the stairs my shoe kind of slipped, and it got me thinking about how Cinderella lost her shoe. Now think about it really. If you are a women and have ever worn heels, and even if your a man and tried it (i'm not judging) you know that a good fitting pair of heels wouldn't slip. So just imagine how great a pair of high heeled glass shoes made by none other than your fairy godmother would fit your feet. So i find it highly illogical that Cinderella would lose her shoe. For those of you that I am crushing your Disney Princess world, I have a theory!!! Cinderella intentionally placed her shoe on the step. She like every modern girl knows that you have to drop the hint, for a guy to get it. So we should all take a lesson from Cinderella, Women of the world Unite and let your Prince Charming know that you want him to come looking for you!