Some good stories

My dad is hilarious! Today he was trying to tell my mom something and he kept talking about name tags and gibberish so my mom finally gave up and I was brought in to try to translate and he started asking me about the "paint pellets" that we have sometimes, and I was like, "Dad, WTF? Really." And I asked him if we had any in the room and he said he didn't know and then he started motioning toward his leg that has multiple blood clots in it and I said, "Oh! Do you want pain pills?" and he said, "YES! She got it!" and then he mumbled, "Stupid people..." I really haven't stopped laughing about that.

Tuesday, December 19th happened to be my 20th birthday and I had the best time! Katie, Jordan, and Meredith took me to breakfast which was really awesome since those three girls have been celebrating my birthday with me for the past 14 years or so. Anyway, the internet was down at my house so I couldn't look up what I wanted to get at Einstein Bros. Bagels before the girls picked me up so when we got there I was very unprepared. Then I had to order second and that was just a fiasco. The guy behind the counter asked me what I wanted and I was like, "Uh.....em.....uh....I want a....WILD BLUEBERRY BAGEL!" and then he asked if I wanted cream cheese and I said, "Yes!" very enthusiastically because I pleased with myself for having come up with that answer without stumbling all over myself and then the guy laughed because he knew the next question would throw me off - "What flavor of cream cheese?" so I "erred" and "emmed" and "ummed" some more before deciding on honey almond AND THEN he laughed and asked me ANOTHER question - "Anything to drink?". I hemmed and hawed a bit before choosing a mocha and then the interrogation ended. It was kind of embarassing but mostly hilarious because the guy thought that I was totally neurotic. He brought me my coffee and kind of smugly/teasingly said that if it was too strong he would gladly remake it. I don't blame him, I'd have been worried about giving me a double shot mocha as well.

Some neighbors from two doors down visited my dad today and we got to talking about my fabulous new major. The lady neighbor told me that I should be a freelance writer and I said that I'd love to do freelance but it's a hard thing to get into and that I'd like to start out writing for a magazine. Then the man neighbor told me that his really good friend does the marketing for my university and then he said that his marketing friend might be able to get me a job at the university newspaper!!! He assured me that he would call his marketing friend ASAP so I might have my first job as a writer in the very near future! Like, someone would actually pay me to do something that I love and do in my spare time. OMG!!! Even if I can't get a job at the Batt I still might be able to write for the marketing department! I can't even believe it! A job at the Batt would be ideal since it would be a nice foray into journalism/publishing, but who knows, marketing might be a good fit too since I have a little design experience. This kicks SO MUCH you know what!

Haha, I watched The Devil Wears Prada again last night because I really like it and Trey was in the room so he asked me if it was a "feel good" chick-flick that doesn't have much of a plot and I thought, "Um, Trey, have you ever seen any other kind of chick-flick?" Duh. I told him to get it for me for Christmas and he countered with, "Are you sure? It doesn't really seem like a movie that you could watch more than once..." Dear, naive, male brother. He just doesn't have a clue. Chick-flicks, for me, are like Pringles - once you pop, you just can't stop! They are just so convenient and delicious that it's easy to just mindlessly consume every one in the house. Luckily, chick-flicks aren't Pringles or I'd weigh 200lbs by now.

P.S. Martin - thanks for the responses (below), but did you have permission to say the forbidden "W" word? If not, I'm going to tell Jennifer and Lauren. Surely one (if not both!) will make you push for this outrageous violation of and flagrant disregard for your rights as a sophomore. Hehe.