Not Hot:
Kendra
I don't watch a lot of TV, but I somehow stumbled across her show, I think on E! or something like that. If you don't know what I'm talking about, look her up on Wikipedia.
Ok ok, saying she's not hot may be the wrong way to classify her, she's hot, very hot. Most guys would love to hook up with Kendra, but she's not . . . attractive. I know girls similar to her. It boosts your self-esteem when women like that flirt with you, but most of the guys I know (I don't know Hugh Hefner or Hank Baskett) aren't looking for anything long-term with girls like Kendra.
I know some guys that are into girls like Kendra. I also know some guys who genuinely like the music of Nickelback. The word "trashy" comes to mind.
Sorry Kendra, I'm sure you have plenty of fans and you don't care about my opinion. You're the kind of girl that guys love to look at, but don't like to hear talk. You are in your own world, detached from reality, but you're not by yourself. Have fun with all the Paris Hilton types.
HOT!!!
The chick from the Rhapsody commercials:
What's so spectacular about her? Nothing, really. She has glasses and maybe a gap or something with her teeth. She bobs and sways a little too much in a weird way around the 20 second mark of this video. But there's something about her that is attractive . . . something REAL.
Not many girls are confident enough to say the word "awesomer" and still sound intelligent. That's hot. That's what I want.
No, I don't want Rhapsody girl. I want a girl that I can have an enjoyable conversation with. I want a girl who lives in reality and not in a Disney movie. I want a girl that looks good in sweats or pajamas and that doesn't add unnecessary drama to a relationship. Is Rhapsody girl that type of girl? Maybe not, but I've watched a few of her commercials now, and she seems like it.
The truth is I know plenty of real girls that fit the bill that have paid more attention to me than Rhapsody girl ever will. So why am I not with one now? I'm probably a little too slow to commit when I find one who likes me . . . and I also get distracted sometimes by the Kendras of this world.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
I Just Really Need To Do This
I usually update my blog because I am a selfish and conceited person. I haven't added anything for a while because I haven't thought of anything brilliant, entertaining, or witty to post. I know a lot of my posts don't even come close to being entertaining, witty, and certainly not brilliant, but in all reality, the main reason I have a blog is because I want people to think I'm clever.
I know that last paragraph makes me sound like a ginormous tool, but being able to identify my faults and admit to them is a good thing, right? So I've decided to do something incredibly cliche, but sincere, and post a Thanksgiving gratitude list.
I'm grateful (for):
1- My Family: Mom, Dad, sisters and brother, and my other brothers that married into the family, and my nieces and nephew. I lucked out, seriously I don't know how they're so awesome. Sometimes I think I might be nervous about getting married because I'm afraid to bring someone into the family who isn't cool enough. Haha ok so it's probably a little extreme for me to say that! (but it's kinda sorta a little bit true)
2- My job. I don't love it, but I like it ok. It pays my bills and I've made some friends and I get benefits and I almost have my car paid off!!!!!!!!!
3- I almost have my car paid off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111
4- People cook food for me sometimes, even though I don't do nice things for them very often.
5- My church callings in the last year and a half have required me to sit in meetings that I otherwise wouldn't attend. I hate meetings, but in some of those meetings I've felt closer to God. I've been able to see prayers answered and inspiration help people to do better than they would on their own.
6- Sometimes I get stressed out and I snap at people when it's is not even remotely their fault, they just caught me at the wrong time. For some reason that I don't quite understand, these people are still my friends, even though I don't bring much to the table.
7- I've received some priesthood blessings in my life that have given me very distinct promises about things that I had never thought of for myself. I've witnessed the fulfillment of some of these blessings in a very real way that I never imagined possible. I'm grateful for that.
8- I don't read that often, but I've read some really great books in my lifetime. I glad that people write them.
9- Music
10- The Outdoors. Mountains, beaches, forests, sunsets and all that good stuff.
I could go on, but I just got an invite to go eat food. It's almost midnight and I've been eating non-stop since 3 days ago . . . I'm going.
I know that last paragraph makes me sound like a ginormous tool, but being able to identify my faults and admit to them is a good thing, right? So I've decided to do something incredibly cliche, but sincere, and post a Thanksgiving gratitude list.
I'm grateful (for):
1- My Family: Mom, Dad, sisters and brother, and my other brothers that married into the family, and my nieces and nephew. I lucked out, seriously I don't know how they're so awesome. Sometimes I think I might be nervous about getting married because I'm afraid to bring someone into the family who isn't cool enough. Haha ok so it's probably a little extreme for me to say that! (but it's kinda sorta a little bit true)
2- My job. I don't love it, but I like it ok. It pays my bills and I've made some friends and I get benefits and I almost have my car paid off!!!!!!!!!
3- I almost have my car paid off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111
4- People cook food for me sometimes, even though I don't do nice things for them very often.
5- My church callings in the last year and a half have required me to sit in meetings that I otherwise wouldn't attend. I hate meetings, but in some of those meetings I've felt closer to God. I've been able to see prayers answered and inspiration help people to do better than they would on their own.
6- Sometimes I get stressed out and I snap at people when it's is not even remotely their fault, they just caught me at the wrong time. For some reason that I don't quite understand, these people are still my friends, even though I don't bring much to the table.
7- I've received some priesthood blessings in my life that have given me very distinct promises about things that I had never thought of for myself. I've witnessed the fulfillment of some of these blessings in a very real way that I never imagined possible. I'm grateful for that.
8- I don't read that often, but I've read some really great books in my lifetime. I glad that people write them.
9- Music
10- The Outdoors. Mountains, beaches, forests, sunsets and all that good stuff.
I could go on, but I just got an invite to go eat food. It's almost midnight and I've been eating non-stop since 3 days ago . . . I'm going.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Back in My Day
I think some of the cartoons I "grew up with" were probably already old when I was a little kid. I honestly don't remember what the plot was for many of them outside of "stop (insert evil villain name here) from (insert diabolical scheme here). Yet I still feel like they were so much better than what we have today.
There were many good ones and I'm not dedicated enough to pay tribute to all of them right here and now, but the ones I remember watching the most are He-man, Smurfs, and of course Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I actually feel this incredibly deep bond with Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Rafael. Whenever I find someone else who grew up watching them, I feel like we're connected somehow. Whenever I hear somebody talk about TMNT I want to stand up and announce in a loud voice, "I KNOW THEM . . . I DO, I KNOW THEM!"
One thing that made the heroes in a half shell so great (beside their ninja skills, love for pizza, and witty remarks they'd pull out in the middle of a crisis while fighting for their lives) were their enemies.
Master Shredder, um, hellooooo?!? If I ever ran into a ninja who wore a cape to go along with his metal face mask and helmet that had sharp shards of metal jabbing out of it I'd probably wet myself. And yet some how Shred Head isn't terrifying, probably because his goons (a giant rhino and a giant warthog) comically screw up every plan he has to start ruling the world.
And Shredder is just the start, who can forget about Krang? How solid is it that the arch nemesis for a bunch of mutant turtles is an over sized pink brain that wheels himself around on a tripod. Well obviously not good enough, because Krang eventually gets his body. Yes, a giant man with a tiny head who is wearing nothing more than boots and some red underwear. Oh and the brain fits in the stomach where he controls all the body's movements, naturally.
Krang, Krang, Krang, Krang, Krang. I miss your evil antics so much. For some time now, I've secretly wanted to go back and have marathons watching hours of my old cartoons. Unfortunately, I'm grown up now and don't really have the time. My only way back in is to start having kids that I can watch them with. Now I understand why people get married. Speaking of marriage, that April O'Neal sure is something else. I don't know of anyone else who can pull of a yellow jumpsuit so well. mhmm!
There were many good ones and I'm not dedicated enough to pay tribute to all of them right here and now, but the ones I remember watching the most are He-man, Smurfs, and of course Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I actually feel this incredibly deep bond with Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Rafael. Whenever I find someone else who grew up watching them, I feel like we're connected somehow. Whenever I hear somebody talk about TMNT I want to stand up and announce in a loud voice, "I KNOW THEM . . . I DO, I KNOW THEM!"
One thing that made the heroes in a half shell so great (beside their ninja skills, love for pizza, and witty remarks they'd pull out in the middle of a crisis while fighting for their lives) were their enemies.
Master Shredder, um, hellooooo?!? If I ever ran into a ninja who wore a cape to go along with his metal face mask and helmet that had sharp shards of metal jabbing out of it I'd probably wet myself. And yet some how Shred Head isn't terrifying, probably because his goons (a giant rhino and a giant warthog) comically screw up every plan he has to start ruling the world.
And Shredder is just the start, who can forget about Krang? How solid is it that the arch nemesis for a bunch of mutant turtles is an over sized pink brain that wheels himself around on a tripod. Well obviously not good enough, because Krang eventually gets his body. Yes, a giant man with a tiny head who is wearing nothing more than boots and some red underwear. Oh and the brain fits in the stomach where he controls all the body's movements, naturally.
Krang, Krang, Krang, Krang, Krang. I miss your evil antics so much. For some time now, I've secretly wanted to go back and have marathons watching hours of my old cartoons. Unfortunately, I'm grown up now and don't really have the time. My only way back in is to start having kids that I can watch them with. Now I understand why people get married. Speaking of marriage, that April O'Neal sure is something else. I don't know of anyone else who can pull of a yellow jumpsuit so well. mhmm!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
San Portella On My Mind
I've never felt so alone in my life . . .
HAHAHA! Ok, That was my attempt at being emo. The alone thing may or may not be true, mostly because I can't think of a time in my life where no one else has been around. Yes, I am now living alone in a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment. Yes, I may spend a lot more time walking around between the kitchen and living room wearing nothing but a towel draped over my shoulder because I just got out of or am planning on getting in the shower within the next hour or two. Yes sometimes I feel like Will Smith in the mid 2000's low budget cult classic "I Am Legend." Except I don't have to worry about my dog getting infected by zombies because I don't have a dog, darn allergies.
The point is, that it's quiet when I get home from work and it's quiet when I go to bed. I'm not used to that. No bedroom or bathroom lights on, no talking, no interruptions, no having to worry about the front door suddenly swinging open when I least expect it . . . this may be the most unfortunate time in my life to not have a girlfriend, haha, oh well.
But I've learned to adjust. I come home, I turn on music, I take off my work clothes. I go to the fridge to grab some food. I eat my food while watching nothing I care about on TV for about 20 minutes. I go to my room and put on some non-work clothes, and I go to hang out somewhere else with somebody else.
Only once so far have I had anyone else come over. It was actually about 20 anybody else's for a BBQ (Bring Back Quinn, anyone? anyone?) Thursday night. It's funny because the 20 people that came over hail from about 10 different social circles, and you could tell that a lot of them didn't really know how to interact with everyone else. It was pretty funny for me to watch because I never felt awkward or uncomfortable, since it was at my house and I knew everybody. I guess I should've taken over and had everybody introduce themselves and tell some silly fact about their childhood and what object that starts with the first letter of their first name they would take on a road trip, my bad.
I was too busy being really proud of my amazing steak fillets that two people got to enjoy. The two hamburgers must've been pretty good too because they went fast. This is why more people should rsvp, I had no idea who was actually going to show up, everyone else got to feast on hot dogs, watermelon, and cookies. Note to self, always have more steak available, always.
Anyway, all this quiet time has given me the opportunity to make a birthday wish list. December is rapidly approaching.
Wish List:
1- It's about time I got a speedo
2- One of those fancy phones that is an ipod too, actually I'm getting one next month when the newest version comes out
3- Haven't gotten that far yet, feel free to give me ideas
Less than one month to go, I'm really going to miss this place.
HAHAHA! Ok, That was my attempt at being emo. The alone thing may or may not be true, mostly because I can't think of a time in my life where no one else has been around. Yes, I am now living alone in a 3 bedroom 2 bathroom apartment. Yes, I may spend a lot more time walking around between the kitchen and living room wearing nothing but a towel draped over my shoulder because I just got out of or am planning on getting in the shower within the next hour or two. Yes sometimes I feel like Will Smith in the mid 2000's low budget cult classic "I Am Legend." Except I don't have to worry about my dog getting infected by zombies because I don't have a dog, darn allergies.
The point is, that it's quiet when I get home from work and it's quiet when I go to bed. I'm not used to that. No bedroom or bathroom lights on, no talking, no interruptions, no having to worry about the front door suddenly swinging open when I least expect it . . . this may be the most unfortunate time in my life to not have a girlfriend, haha, oh well.
But I've learned to adjust. I come home, I turn on music, I take off my work clothes. I go to the fridge to grab some food. I eat my food while watching nothing I care about on TV for about 20 minutes. I go to my room and put on some non-work clothes, and I go to hang out somewhere else with somebody else.
Only once so far have I had anyone else come over. It was actually about 20 anybody else's for a BBQ (Bring Back Quinn, anyone? anyone?) Thursday night. It's funny because the 20 people that came over hail from about 10 different social circles, and you could tell that a lot of them didn't really know how to interact with everyone else. It was pretty funny for me to watch because I never felt awkward or uncomfortable, since it was at my house and I knew everybody. I guess I should've taken over and had everybody introduce themselves and tell some silly fact about their childhood and what object that starts with the first letter of their first name they would take on a road trip, my bad.
I was too busy being really proud of my amazing steak fillets that two people got to enjoy. The two hamburgers must've been pretty good too because they went fast. This is why more people should rsvp, I had no idea who was actually going to show up, everyone else got to feast on hot dogs, watermelon, and cookies. Note to self, always have more steak available, always.
Anyway, all this quiet time has given me the opportunity to make a birthday wish list. December is rapidly approaching.
Wish List:
1- It's about time I got a speedo
2- One of those fancy phones that is an ipod too, actually I'm getting one next month when the newest version comes out
3- Haven't gotten that far yet, feel free to give me ideas
Less than one month to go, I'm really going to miss this place.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Michael "Squints" Palledorous Walked A Little Taller That Day
Oh how I would love to create more posts like this one, except better, detailing actual dates and relationships and things like that, but I can't. Over the past few months, I've had a few people here in Arizona randomly mention to me that they have read my blog. It has dawned on me that I have no way of keeping track of who reads these words and once I hit "publish post," I have essentially just thrown the details of my life out there for the whole world to see.
The super radical mega babe from my class was a little different because our time and actions were so limited. We're not even facebook friends. She would have to do some hardcore online stalking to find the post in which I outlined my brief infatuation with her.
Sure I could fix this by blocking public access to my blog. The problem is that I love to hear when people (some who I don't know very well) are entertained by my opinion. I am not even remotely interested in maintaining a private blog. In fact, I would be a lot more dedicated to updating this thing if I knew hundreds of kids in China were faithfully reading each day and owned "I am Eskimo Nation" t-shirts that had pictures of my face on them (preferably with a moustache)
So, in the interest of not messing things up with any member of the female gender that I could possibly one day be interested in being more than friends with, I am going to simply say that recently on a certain day at a certain time and in a certain place that I probably shouldn't disclose, I had an experience similar to this:
Ok, so my version was a little different. I don' t think anyone would characterize it as sneaky, rotten, or low. There was also no swimming pool or CPR involved. All I'm really saying is . . . "Wendy Peffercorn." Maybe I've already said too much, or not enough. I might just end up deleting this post.
The super radical mega babe from my class was a little different because our time and actions were so limited. We're not even facebook friends. She would have to do some hardcore online stalking to find the post in which I outlined my brief infatuation with her.
Sure I could fix this by blocking public access to my blog. The problem is that I love to hear when people (some who I don't know very well) are entertained by my opinion. I am not even remotely interested in maintaining a private blog. In fact, I would be a lot more dedicated to updating this thing if I knew hundreds of kids in China were faithfully reading each day and owned "I am Eskimo Nation" t-shirts that had pictures of my face on them (preferably with a moustache)
So, in the interest of not messing things up with any member of the female gender that I could possibly one day be interested in being more than friends with, I am going to simply say that recently on a certain day at a certain time and in a certain place that I probably shouldn't disclose, I had an experience similar to this:
Ok, so my version was a little different. I don' t think anyone would characterize it as sneaky, rotten, or low. There was also no swimming pool or CPR involved. All I'm really saying is . . . "Wendy Peffercorn." Maybe I've already said too much, or not enough. I might just end up deleting this post.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I Live, I Laugh
Conversation that took place at my apartment tonight:
Guy #1: something something something, blah blah blah, JERICHO, something something something
(I'm not implying that guy #1 is boring, I just don't remember how the word "Jericho" came up)
Girl #1: Did you guys know that Jericho is the oldest city in the world?
Guy #1, Guy #2, and Girls #1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6: No, who knows that kinda stuff?
(ok, so I may or may not have made up girls 2-6 to make it seem like we're cooler than we actually are and have tons of ladies over all the time)
Guy #2: Isn't that in Kansas?
Me: It could be, that's where THE FIRST CHURCH OF GOD is! (laughing to myself because I actually saw a church with this title while driving through Kansas)
Everyone else: (Looking around to see if anyone else gets it because none of them were on that trip with me)
Girl #1: No, I think it' s in the Middle East somewhere. I don't think there are that old of cities on the American continent . . . besides like, ancient Mayan cities maybe
Guy #1: Oh yeah, like the pyramids
Girl #1: I don't think they call them pyramids
Guy #2: Yeah, I think they're just called ruins
Me: I don't the Mayans called them ruins while they were buiding them . . .
Everyone: (Laughs)
Me: (acting it out and pretending to talk to someone) "hand me that crumbled brick" (pretending to place imaginary crumbled brick in imaginary wall) "good, these ruins sure are coming along nicely!"
Everyone: (Laughs some more, appreciating that this joke had nothing to do with a road trip that none of them went on)
. . . ok, so maybe you had to be there . . .
Guy #1: something something something, blah blah blah, JERICHO, something something something
(I'm not implying that guy #1 is boring, I just don't remember how the word "Jericho" came up)
Girl #1: Did you guys know that Jericho is the oldest city in the world?
Guy #1, Guy #2, and Girls #1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6: No, who knows that kinda stuff?
(ok, so I may or may not have made up girls 2-6 to make it seem like we're cooler than we actually are and have tons of ladies over all the time)
Guy #2: Isn't that in Kansas?
Me: It could be, that's where THE FIRST CHURCH OF GOD is! (laughing to myself because I actually saw a church with this title while driving through Kansas)
Everyone else: (Looking around to see if anyone else gets it because none of them were on that trip with me)
Girl #1: No, I think it' s in the Middle East somewhere. I don't think there are that old of cities on the American continent . . . besides like, ancient Mayan cities maybe
Guy #1: Oh yeah, like the pyramids
Girl #1: I don't think they call them pyramids
Guy #2: Yeah, I think they're just called ruins
Me: I don't the Mayans called them ruins while they were buiding them . . .
Everyone: (Laughs)
Me: (acting it out and pretending to talk to someone) "hand me that crumbled brick" (pretending to place imaginary crumbled brick in imaginary wall) "good, these ruins sure are coming along nicely!"
Everyone: (Laughs some more, appreciating that this joke had nothing to do with a road trip that none of them went on)
. . . ok, so maybe you had to be there . . .
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The Hot Chick
I never really planned on pursuing a Master's Degree in order to hook up with girls, but I guess I shouldn't rule it out, right?
Here's the dealio, I'm in class without about 20 other students and two or three of them just happen to be in their 20's and attractive. I hadn't really paid much attention to them because that's just sorta my vibe. I don't treat pretty girls much different than anyone else until they show me some sort of green light first.
So I was actually a little shocked after class Wednesday night when I looked up and saw that the only other person who hadn't already fled the classroom, was quite possibly the most attractive of all the girls in class. I had been completely unaware of my surroundings as I had briefly reviewed and shuffled through some of the papers that had been handed back to me.
I glanced briefly at the girl and perceived that she was paying no attention to me, but was hurriedly stuffing things away in her backpack. Some guys would see this as a prime opportunity to strike up a conversation, not me. I like girls to make eye contact with me before I approach them.
If she would've looked up and smiled and said something like "geez, my backpack is sooo heavy" then I totally would've gone for it. Even if she just looked up, I could've initiated some talking and hopefully throw out a witty comment about how boring our 4-hour class is.
Since nothing like that happened, I grabbed my stuff and hurried out the door toward the elevator. Some people were loading on said elevator and I had every intention of cramming in there with them when the elderly gentleman right in front of me stopped and proclaimed that he'd take the next one.
So there we were waiting, chit-chatting, and out of the classroom walked the hottie. Soon after, the three of us were riding down the elevator together and home girl was friendly enough to throw in an occasional comment or acknowledgement.
Upon arriving at the bottom floor, the old man took off in a separate direction leaving me and my new girlfriend (j/k the elevator ride wasn't that good) to walk out the main entrance and toward the parking lot on our own.
I asked her a question, I don't remember what it was about or what her reply was, it really doesn't matter. What matters is that after she answered my question, she asked her own question. I answered but as we continued to walk, it became apparent that our cars were parked in different directions.
I was sure that after I answered her question she'd say "ok, c-ya!" and keep walking to her car without breaking stride, but to my surprise, she stopped, turned to face me, and asked me another question! Score! These are the kind of "green lights" I'm talking about. I don't expect beautiful girls to randomly walk up to me and ask me to be their boyfriend.
We continued to talk, about school, work, and other general boring stuff. I probably should've thought of something profound to establish myself right then and there as a psychic powerhouse, but I didn't. I think both of our minds were a little fried from 4 hours of marketing/economics/accounting/human resources type junk.
I wonder how long we would've talked if I would've come up with something good. Maybe until it started getting cold, and I would've got her laughing and she'd touch my arm and say "Oh Quinn, I had no idea you were so clever!" Then I'd say "hey, I know this is out of nowhere, but I'm going to Six Flags this weekend, wanna come?"
Ok, ok, so that's definitely a little too much too soon, I know, I know. None of that happened. Instead, after chatting for a few minutes, I recognized a good, natural ending point to the conversation and said something along the lines of "cool, well, good luck with that," (with what? I don't really remember what she was talking about) followed by a "see ya next week."
And with that we had gone our own ways. What happens from here? I don't know. Will we talk again next week? Maybe. I don't see anything more happening, but that doesn't mean I won't be looking for another green light, just in case.
That's beside the point. The point is that for the first time, I rode home from class feeling really good about myself. As I got into my car and turned up the Okkervil River tunes that were flowing through my speakers, I couldn't help but look at my reflection in the rearview mirror and think, "Still got it." booya.
Here's the dealio, I'm in class without about 20 other students and two or three of them just happen to be in their 20's and attractive. I hadn't really paid much attention to them because that's just sorta my vibe. I don't treat pretty girls much different than anyone else until they show me some sort of green light first.
So I was actually a little shocked after class Wednesday night when I looked up and saw that the only other person who hadn't already fled the classroom, was quite possibly the most attractive of all the girls in class. I had been completely unaware of my surroundings as I had briefly reviewed and shuffled through some of the papers that had been handed back to me.
I glanced briefly at the girl and perceived that she was paying no attention to me, but was hurriedly stuffing things away in her backpack. Some guys would see this as a prime opportunity to strike up a conversation, not me. I like girls to make eye contact with me before I approach them.
If she would've looked up and smiled and said something like "geez, my backpack is sooo heavy" then I totally would've gone for it. Even if she just looked up, I could've initiated some talking and hopefully throw out a witty comment about how boring our 4-hour class is.
Since nothing like that happened, I grabbed my stuff and hurried out the door toward the elevator. Some people were loading on said elevator and I had every intention of cramming in there with them when the elderly gentleman right in front of me stopped and proclaimed that he'd take the next one.
So there we were waiting, chit-chatting, and out of the classroom walked the hottie. Soon after, the three of us were riding down the elevator together and home girl was friendly enough to throw in an occasional comment or acknowledgement.
Upon arriving at the bottom floor, the old man took off in a separate direction leaving me and my new girlfriend (j/k the elevator ride wasn't that good) to walk out the main entrance and toward the parking lot on our own.
I asked her a question, I don't remember what it was about or what her reply was, it really doesn't matter. What matters is that after she answered my question, she asked her own question. I answered but as we continued to walk, it became apparent that our cars were parked in different directions.
I was sure that after I answered her question she'd say "ok, c-ya!" and keep walking to her car without breaking stride, but to my surprise, she stopped, turned to face me, and asked me another question! Score! These are the kind of "green lights" I'm talking about. I don't expect beautiful girls to randomly walk up to me and ask me to be their boyfriend.
We continued to talk, about school, work, and other general boring stuff. I probably should've thought of something profound to establish myself right then and there as a psychic powerhouse, but I didn't. I think both of our minds were a little fried from 4 hours of marketing/economics/accounting/human resources type junk.
I wonder how long we would've talked if I would've come up with something good. Maybe until it started getting cold, and I would've got her laughing and she'd touch my arm and say "Oh Quinn, I had no idea you were so clever!" Then I'd say "hey, I know this is out of nowhere, but I'm going to Six Flags this weekend, wanna come?"
Ok, ok, so that's definitely a little too much too soon, I know, I know. None of that happened. Instead, after chatting for a few minutes, I recognized a good, natural ending point to the conversation and said something along the lines of "cool, well, good luck with that," (with what? I don't really remember what she was talking about) followed by a "see ya next week."
And with that we had gone our own ways. What happens from here? I don't know. Will we talk again next week? Maybe. I don't see anything more happening, but that doesn't mean I won't be looking for another green light, just in case.
That's beside the point. The point is that for the first time, I rode home from class feeling really good about myself. As I got into my car and turned up the Okkervil River tunes that were flowing through my speakers, I couldn't help but look at my reflection in the rearview mirror and think, "Still got it." booya.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Reason to Come to Arizona #6(ish)
Upon watching the short and totally worth your time youtube clip, some of you myspace music junkies may have noticed the cameo by Adrianna. And yeah, she's better than Maverick's hot cocoa in Idaho during January, especially considering she was in a room with crappy acoustics and no real microphone, etc, etc. But no, she is not the reason to visit me in AZ. The real reason is: Hot dog eating contests with the famous Mickey Moore! Yes, he is famous.
Click on his name above if you don't believe me.
If you're not impressed, just believe me that the video doesn't really do justice to the scariness of that deer attack. I'll see if I can find a still frame to post some time later. Mickey, by the way, is pretty boss. He challenged me to a hot dog eating contest but we didn't realize that said dogs were left on the grill while we all played volleyball and football and that is why they look so disgusting in the video.
I hesitated when I saw them, but Mickey just started shoving wieners in his mouth and my competitive spirit got the best of me. I chewed and tried to swallow, but i couldn't, my gag reflex kept getting the best of me.
The other highlight of our "team builder" (i.e. getting paid to go hang out with each other somewhere away from the office) was when Mickey and I were alone by the water fountains. He filled up a cup and asked me to dump it on him from behind like football players do to their coaches after winning a big game. He then turned around and pretended to be looking at a clip board and calling plays.
Instead of coming up from behind I walked around to face Mickey and slapped him in the face (it's cool because he hit me in the back of the head with a football earlier) I then yelled out loud about how he broke my heart and threw the water in his face. Mickey liked it so much that we decided to re-enact the whole scene in front of all our co-workers, except without telling them it was planned. Pretty sick nasty (but in a good way)
Much Love,
KwyNh
Click on his name above if you don't believe me.
If you're not impressed, just believe me that the video doesn't really do justice to the scariness of that deer attack. I'll see if I can find a still frame to post some time later. Mickey, by the way, is pretty boss. He challenged me to a hot dog eating contest but we didn't realize that said dogs were left on the grill while we all played volleyball and football and that is why they look so disgusting in the video.
I hesitated when I saw them, but Mickey just started shoving wieners in his mouth and my competitive spirit got the best of me. I chewed and tried to swallow, but i couldn't, my gag reflex kept getting the best of me.
The other highlight of our "team builder" (i.e. getting paid to go hang out with each other somewhere away from the office) was when Mickey and I were alone by the water fountains. He filled up a cup and asked me to dump it on him from behind like football players do to their coaches after winning a big game. He then turned around and pretended to be looking at a clip board and calling plays.
Instead of coming up from behind I walked around to face Mickey and slapped him in the face (it's cool because he hit me in the back of the head with a football earlier) I then yelled out loud about how he broke my heart and threw the water in his face. Mickey liked it so much that we decided to re-enact the whole scene in front of all our co-workers, except without telling them it was planned. Pretty sick nasty (but in a good way)
Much Love,
KwyNh
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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