Marriage

The other day, I read something about being hit on by random strangers.  And, I thought I would write about it.  I’m sure nearly everyone has been hit on by a random person, looking for a good time, and that everyone’s got some ridiculous story.  I’ve got a few.

One time, I’m walking with a guy friend, and once we reach the corner, we have to stop to wait for the light to change.  A car drives up, asking for directions to a highway.  Since I didn’t know how to get to the highway, my guy friend walked over to the car and told the guys in the car the way.  They then ask him another question:

“Yo, what are your friend’s thoughts on marriage?”

First of all, what the hell kind of question is that?  I figured they were trying to hit on me, but seriously?  They couldn’t think of something better to say?  Like really, what are my thoughts on marriage?!  A more appropriate question would be, does your friend want to get laid tonight?  Maybe some terrible pick up line?  Like nice legs, what time do they open? 

No.  What are my thoughts on marriage. 

I’m not even going to answer that.

Another time, I was volunteering to do security at a frosh week event.  My job was to make sure that no one tried to get into event by jumping over the fence, because there were a lot of underage drinkers and the cops were at the event.  As I’m standing there, bored out of my mind, some guy, obviously drunk, and in a toga, comes up to the fence, and starts screaming at the volunteers doing security.  Something along the lines of us being (insert your curse of choice here) because we wouldn’t let him into the event.  I walked up to him, tried to calm him down, told him that if he just went home and got his student card, he would be let in.  After a few minutes of discussion, he asks me what my favourite colour is.  And after yelling at me for a few minutes, he’s now trying to be cute.  I’m thinking, what my favourite colour is?  What is this kid doing?  He then asks me if I’m a dog or a cat person. 

That question ranks right up there with what are my thoughts on marriage as the strangest pick up attempts ever.

Seriously guys, I know you’ve been told that pick up lines are lame, but they’d work a lot better than you asking me to marry you.  Or if I’d rather have a dog or a cat.  I can tell you FOR SURE you won’t get any action with those questions.

Embarassment

I don’t get embarassed easily. 

I used to be shy and quiet, hiding from attention.  And now, I’m mostly the opposite.  I’m outgoing and loud, and I get plenty of attention.  And I don’t get embarassed easily.  This could be due to my outrageous family, outrageous ex-boyfriends, or maybe I’m just outrageous myself? 

But certain people make me embarassed.  Maybe its not that I’m embarassed, so much as I find myself being embarassed for them.  You know, the type of person who will say something, its supposed to be a joke, no one laughs, because it really wasn’t funny.  Like not even a little bit funny.  Which is followed by a hugely awkward silence.  That type of person. 

Now let’s take this a step further and say that this person, in particular, doesn’t get embarassed either.  When they really, really should.  Because they’re just terrible?  Awkward?  No social skills?  Call out to you across the classroom because they think you think they’re funny?  So now the whole class has heard?  And it’s really embarassing?  So that you want to hide? 

Oh, this hasn’t happened to you?  It’s me?  It definitely happens to me.

So everyone in the class has heard, and then they keep staring at you?  Waiting for you to say something?  Like ha-ha that was really funny?

More like, you’ve made a fool of yourself, and because you’re such a fool, I’m now embarassed for you.  Thanks.

Spitting

In my opinion, spitting is one of THE most disgusting habits a person could have. 

It’s one thing if you’re being active and playing sports, because sometimes you have to.  But if you’re spitting, just to spit, and not to swallow?  I can’t stand it.

This morning, I’m walking with a friend into a building.  First of all, there are three guys smoking right outside the entrance to the building, when it clearly states that it is a designated no smoking entrance and smoking is not allowed within 10 meters of the doors.  Either they were oblivious or they just didn’t care.  I did care that I had to walk through the haze of toxins, and that as soon as the door was opened all the smoke rushed into the building.  Also disgusting. 

Anyways, as my friend and I are exiting the building, the three fellows have moved a solid 2 meters away from where they were before.  An improvement, but I still had to be near the smoke.  JUST as I’m walking past, one of them has a coughing fit (DUH) and decides to spit RIGHT beside me.  The other two (one is now on his cellphone, who do you really need to call at 8 in the morning?!) decide that spitting looked like a good idea and followed suit.  Revolting.  I looked at my friend as we were walking by and went nuts.  It was THE MOST disgusting thing that I needed to see that early in the morning.  He thought it was hilarious.  Side note: boys are gross.

I just remembered another spitting experience I’ve had.  This one also involves smoking and a cell phone.  But this time, it was a GIRL!  I’m not saying girls can’t be gross, but this girl was too nasty.  She was stopped, standing, talking with a friend on the sidewalk outside her residence (so she’s probably 18 years old) while holding another conversation on her cellphone, cancer stick in the other hand (LOVE calling cigarettes ‘cancer sticks’).  In the middle of these conversations, the girl bends slightly at the waist, and oh-so-casually spits on the sidewalk.  Yak. 

Moral of the story:  learn to swallow.

Interior Design

Something that very few people know about me:

I love interior design.

I’d love to become an interior designer.

Which is so different from what I’m doing in school, but hey.  Whatever works, right? 

At home I would spend hours watching home renovation shows, remembering different designs, creating my dream house in my mind.  I have a lot of ideas I can’t wait to put into action.  I was pretty excited to have the chance to pick out my own furniture at the place I’m living at right now.  It’s all from Ikea, but it’s all coordinated, and I really like it all.  And I picked it all out myself.  There are a few things I’d change if I could, like different chairs, but when money and functionality come into play, you have to make the right choices.  Like yes, a cute little red and pink retro floral chair would look much better than the behemoth desk chair I have right now, but considering how much time I spend sitting here working, the cute chair just would not work for me.

I have so many ideas for my dream house, and my plan is to make it modern, classic, and stylish all in one.  Modern and classic at the same time might be a little tricky.  But when I think about my dream house, more than anything, I imagine a bathroom fit for royalty.  Clean, comfortable, maybe one of this ridiculous 16 shower-head contraptions that sprays you from every angle, maybe a beautiful bathtub and marble tiles.  And definitely heated floors.  Delicious. 

And the kitchen?  So many ideas. 

And colours?!  I could go on forever.

Britney Spears

I love Britney Spears.  I love her!  I can’t help it.  I know she’s done a few things wrong (like driving with her child on her lap, running a red light, lip syncing, marrying KFed?!  And the list goes on…), but I can’t help but love her.  I read the gossip about her constantly.  Before she went crazy and shaved all her hair off, I had bought her greatest hits cd.  And just recently I bought her new cd, Blackout. 

Ladies and gentlemen…it is AMAZING.

I’m not saying its the best thing I’ve ever heard, but I didn’t really have high expectations of this cd.  I’m assuming no one else did either, as it seems everyone has been impressed by it.  It’s gotten very good reviews, and it’s pretty popular.

And it really is good.  It’s got a lot of dance music in it, which I love.  I’m sure soon enough that many of the songs will become singles, and once again Britney will rule the clubs.

Go Brit-Brit, go!

Christmas is Coming

There are a variety of ways one knows that it will soon be Christmas.

Like the fact that Christmas decorations were out in stores before Halloween.  Which I find stressful and depressing all at once.  The stores get you all pumped for a holiday thats still 2 months away.  Just so they can start making money. 

Or that every other commercial on TV is for some gizmo or gadget or toy. 

Or that the newspapers are FULL of ads for every big box store around.

I don’t like any of those signs that Christmas is coming.

I do, however, like the snow.  I love it.  White Christmas?  Bring it on!  I’m definitely dreaming about it.

The Emotions involved with Forgetting Shampoo

Ok, so you get in the shower, you get all wet, maybe you soap up, and then you reach for the shampoo.  And that’s when it hits you.  You used it all up last time.  I always come to this realization a nanosecond before my hand reaches the bottle. 

A nanosecond before I reach the bottle, not before I get in the shower.  Which would save a lot of work.

So now, you’re standing there, naked, soaking wet, and at a total loss.  Maybe you’re angry?  Sad?  Confused?  It’s such an emotional event.  Because now!  Now you have to think of your next move!  Are you going to go for a new bottle?  Maybe use a little extra conditioner in its place?  Use soap?!  That’s an extreme I’m not willing to adventure after.  If I’m too lazy I’ll probably just go without the shampoo.  Because deciding that shampoo is necessary means you have to get out of the shower and make a slippery trip to where you’ve got all your extra shampoo.  Assuming you have extra shampoo.  If I got out of the shower and discovered I was out of extra shampoo I’d probably be traumatized. 

Last week I managed to run out of conditioner, soap, and shave gel in the same shower.  I gave up.  Too emotional.

Genetics

DNA has blessed (and cursed) me with curly hair.  In the past few years I have learned to accept that it is curly and there is nothing I can do about it.  And spending an hour straightening it every time I wash it is a waste of my life.  So now I almost always wear it curly.  Every once in a while (ie. 3 times a year), I will bust out the hair straightener.  And I love how it looks straight, but I can’t commit myself to spending so much time on my hair.  Especially when it is so easily ruined by humidity or the rain. 

I get complimented on it quite a bit.  “Is it naturally like that?” and “Do you have a perm?” are questions that I answer from many women.  Followed by “I am so jealous!  It’s beautiful!!!” 

And I always thank them for their compliments but I want to get one thing straight right now, curly hair is a lot of work.  Very high maintenance.  I can’t just step out of the shower, towel dry my hair and get on with my day.  No.  Not even close.  I step out of the shower, fix the part so my bangs will look ok, then put in a handful of mousse.  A very specific amount actually, because too much or too little could have devastating (ie. frizzy) results.  Then I use my fingers to separate so it won’t all clump together.  And then I play the waiting game.

45 minutes to an hour is ideal waiting time before I have to dry it.  I have to flip my head over and diffuse it so that the curls are more defined and less…dull.  So that takes between 5 and 10 minutes.  And then after I’m done that I straighten my bangs.  All this so I can have a head full of curls. 

Pretty high maintenance, right?

But still, a lot less work than straightening it constantly.  And everytime I go see my hairdresser he says, “I love your hair”.  I guess it’s all worth it.

Cooking

I have recently (ie. within the past year) decided that I really enjoy cooking.  I actually like baking even more, but thats to be saved for another day.  This summer, while I was making money working, I decided that I was going to buy some serious pots and pans.  I learned that pots and pans come in all different metals for your cooking desires.  A serious cook knows that the material used to make the pot can have a big impact on how the food is cooked.  You can get copper bottoms, aluminum, titanium and a whole bunch of other types of metal for your pans.  I found this to be incredibly overwhelming.  I did my best to research the pros and cons of each material and decided I was going to go with a copper bottom set of pots and pans.  So I got in my car and drove off to Sears (where all the good pots and pans are sold…more like where they were all on sale at the time) in search of my new pots and pans. 

Do you know how much good pots and pans cost?  I don’t even want to talk about it.  Because at Sears, a set could easily cost upwards of $500!!!  At Sears!!!  Ouch.  Anyways I found a set with copper bottoms.  That was more than $500.  It had a lot of nice stuff in it, the typical pots and matching lids plus however many pans and of course the warranty and all that fun stuff.  I thought to myself, “I should at least look at the other stuff before spending half a grand on these bad boys.”

I spent a really long time in Sears comparing different sets.  I ended up with a ten piece Lagostina set, which didn’t have copper bottoms, but had some alloy which promised to do the job of heating up that pot evenly.  And Lagostina makes pots with a lifetime warranty.  They’re pretty high quality pots and pans, and I really like using them.  They were $500 originally, and with the sale price, the value couldn’t be beat.

Tonight I made stirfry with them.  And it was absolutely delicious. 

Personal Hygiene

Today boys and girls, I’d like to discuss the very important matter of personal hygiene.

In my class today, I noticed something very smelly.  Stinky even.  Just a really horrible odour.  Now, I’m not sure EXACTLY where this smell came from, but I can definitely tell you it was body odour (or odour coming from the inside of a body, if you know what I mean).

Whatever it was, it was terrible.  I had to pull the sleeve of my sweater over my nose so because it was that bad.  And if you knew my classmates, you would know that personal hygiene is not at the top of their list of priorities.  Some are even proud that yes, they have, in fact, gone for a week without showering.  And even better, their girlfriend doesn’t know yet.  But others are just oblivious to the whole world, and its quite possible they don’t know what a shower is.  Or maybe just soap.  So I thought I would inform everyone of the importance of keeping clean.

Most importantly, you should keep clean so that you don’t disturb anyone, or everyone, around you.  This involves daily showering, doing you laundry regularly, only wearing clean clothes, brushing your teeth and keeping your shoes on your feet. 

I have a classmate whose feet smell so bad when he takes his shoes off that people will avoid sitting within several meters of him.

Unfortunately this guy seems to be in love with me and insists on sitting right behind me regardless of how many seats there are available anywhere else in the classroom.

I have dedicated this post to him.  May he learn the meaning of cleanliness.