Just like a sailor

Apparently my mom also believes me to be a slut because just the other day she says to me:
So, who you bringing to Christmas?
And I'm just kind of like, I'm not bringing anyone, why would I bring anyone?
You're not bringing Devin?
Why would I bring Devin? We broke up over 2 years ago.
I mean Justin. Justin is not coming?
We're not going out anymore.
What about whats his name?
Who, Brian? Who lives in Georgia? Why would he come up here.
There's no one up here? I thought you had like a guy in every port.

Thanks mom.

really now?

so.... last time i was home, we went to bridgewater and went to a party and realized we were old....
anyways, so i was looking at someones facebook pictures and I see this girl who was at that party. When i saw her at the party (i was drunk) and I was like"hey, i know you, where do i know you from??" and she was all like, you know me from art class. So i just ASSUMED that meant from a class at bridgewater until just now, as I look at this photo on facebook and I realize she meant an art class at King Philip.... where I was her teacher... doing my student teaching... and that i was pretty open with her about being wasted when i saw her at bridgewater.

Note to self, don't go back.

road trip

I leave later this afternoon for my road trip up to Massachusetts.

First we are hitting up Asheville, NC followed by a night in the woods in Virginia and another night spent in Philadelphia and that will bring us to Sunday and who knows where we will go from there.

Be home by Monday, Tuesday at the latest.

In my dads opinion...

This is kind of awkward but... I'm pretty sure my dad thinks I am a slut...

First, over Thanksgiving break, me and my dad are catching up and talking about this and that and he asks me who have I been spending all my time with down here in the fine state of Georgia (clearly he also worries that I may have no friends). Anyways, I tell him I have been hanging out with this Brian kid. And what is his response? He goes, "Didn't think you would be alone for long"

What does that mean?

And then, just the other day he was inquiring about my travel plans for Christmas and how I was getting home and I tell him that I am driving up. He seems OK with that, tells me to make sure I stop the night in a motel or something but then, he asks, why do you want to drive up? So I tell him that Brian is driving up with me and I am dropping him off in New Hampshire. And what is my dads response? He says, "That's what I figured but I didn't want to accuse you of rampant sexual behavior. In that case, don't stop at any motels just drive straight through. Just kidding, you can stop at motels." Isn't he funny....

Why my life is a joke

As we all know, my social life is a bit of a joke. It's true, I get it. What many people don't realize is that my "professional" life is also a bit of a joke.
Yes I moved 20 hours away to "pursue my career" (sure...) but really, what did I move into?

To give you a little taste I will describe my day at work today.

I got into the office at 10 am. I used to go in at 9 am but my boss never got in till later so I adjusted my schedule. I go to my desk and begin the search for work. Everyday I go to the office and if I don't have a designated task, I have to find one. Usually on such days, half of my work load consists of finding something to work on. So there I am busy at work trying to find work when I get a call from my boss telling me we have to go somewhere. OK. Where do we go? Staff holiday party on campus. Delicious cookies and cider? Yes.
We schmooze for a bit then head back to the office where we immediately begin work on the office puzzle. Puzzle time continues until we get a call that one of the trainers is about to deep fry a turkey down at the training room so obviously we head down there to check it out.
This brings me to just about 12 o'clock (normal quitin' time for me) so I opt to continue my search for things to do so when I come in tomorrow I have a to do list.

1 o'clock rolls in and I am good to go, another day done.

i dont want a social crutch

I ran into the football assistants at dinner on Friday. We chatted it up some and went our separate ways. I felt like our chat went kind of well and I decided that I wanted to hang out with them this weekend. I was hoping to bump into them on the way out of the dining hall but when they left they went out the back door and didn't pass by my table again, so I decided I would facebook message them since I don't have any of their phone numbers.
And then Brian called me and we decided to hang out and I figured, that's OK, I'll get in touch with the football boys Saturday.

The thing is, once Brian and I start hanging out, it's hard to stop because, well, I just like hanging out with him. We watched movies, went for a hike, made some soup, watched more movies, just all that shit that people like me like to do; it's hard to resist.

To say the least, Saturday night rolls around and Brian and I are still hanging out. So, I figure, I'm OK with that. I am having a good time, it's not like I actually asked the football guys to hang out and even if I had facebook messaged them it doesn't mean they would have gotten the message or even wanted to hang out, so Brian and I make further plans for the evening and head to the movies. But lo and behold, I get a call from an unknown number. I let it go to voice mail as to not be rude, but when I check the voicemail, guess who it is... The football boys seeing if I wanted to hang out. Yes, yes I do, but I already made plans.

This would happen, ya know. I told myself coming down here: I didn't want a relationship because I didn't want to be spending all my time with a boy; I didn't want a relationship to be my social crutch. But then, I meet Brian, we start hanging out all the time but I figure, we're not actually "in a relationship" so it's fine to spend all sorts of time with him. Yet here I am, missing out on making friends because I have an infatuation that's eating up all my free time. Lame. And what gets me is that I am fully aware of this but guess what I am doing later today... hanging out with Brian.

Where does it end?

On-line Friendship Dating

Believe it or not but I am still on this making friends kick.
When I crunch the numbers and compare them to last years figures I am seeing a huge deficit.

As a favor, our very own Alison (as seen on my followers side bar thingy) has facebook friend suggested her cousin to me who has also recently moved down to Georgia.

After my friend request was accepted I actually took the initiative to message her. The last thing I need right now are facebook friends who I don't know. So we're in the process now of exchanging location related information. The question is, where does it go from here?

I mean, this is kind of like on-line dating. I was randomly set up with this person and now we are going to message back and forth to see if its worth making the effort to meet up in person and pursue a friendship.

What do I say? How to I get her to like me? I want to sound clever and smart with out seeming strange and arrogant. Do I really want to get involved in a new friend right now? It seems like I just left my old ones. So many questions! Who can help me navigate this friend making world??

psh, final...

Instead of dedicating tonight to some sort of friend making adventure, I specifically procrastinated about a doing a shit ton of work just so I could complete it all this very evening.

It's my final for my education class AND an additional assignment that was actually due three weeks ago but I deemed more appropriate to pass in at the last class.

About two weeks ago I had intentions to begin working on my final over the Thanksgiving break but alas, I got home and decided to spend all the free time I had reading a 600 page fiction (aka not useful) book before I had to head back down to Georgia.

I am not one to fight the course of nature, so I went with it. Since then I have been planning this very night.
This afternoon I went to the store and purchased the necessary provisions to help me through this assignment; one bag of salt & vinegar chips, cheese whiz and mountain dew. When I returned home I took a preparatory nap to enable me with the level of awake needed to work late into the night.
I awoke and began the room cleaning process; everyone knows that you can't do homework in a messy room.
Mid room cleaning I took another nap to ensure there were no traces of sleepyness in me.
I was awoken by my roommate around 5:30 and invited to dinner; as a rule I do not turn down invites regardless of the amount of impending work.
Fully fed and rested, I returned to my room and continued the cleaning of my room. I soon realized that I needed to also change my sheets, make a calendar for December and wash some dishes. Obviously, periodic breaks to check facebook and use stumbleupon where necessary.
Around nine o'clock I discovered that my roommate (who I thought was also procrastinating doing this assignment) was actually half way done. This spurred a short burst of motivation where I completed the initial stages to one part of the final.

I could walk you through the evening step by step, but as former students I am sure you all know the way it goes.

So, here I am. 11:20 and I don't even have one section of my final complete. I don't know where I got the bright idea to save it all for the night before. I am notorious for choosing sleep over homework.

The real problem is that bottle of wine sitting on my desk that keeps calling my name.
It's part logical to drink it, part irrational.
Logical because it will give me a reason to stay awake. Irrational because I'm suggesting drinking a bottle of wine to help me complete my first final as a grad student...

Where to begin...

I was home for Thanksgiving from the Friday before Thanksgiving to the Friday after.

As you can imagine, madness ensued.

So for now, a highlight list from my trip home.

Night one: vodka shots, never a good idea.
Night two: drunk calling my old lacrosse coach to ask her to hang out; should have taken her lack of response to my text message as a hint to not be a fuck.
Night three: realization that I can never live at home again without wanting to shoot myself in the face.
Night four: was annoyed with how quickly my food was served while at a restaurant
Night five: tattoo
Night six: hugged kara with one arm, hugged kara's brother with two arms, got called out for it, make mental note to hug kara's brother the same way I hug kara in future.
Night seven: lecture from uncle on why I should grow pot now that I am in Georgia.

and then I came back down to Georgia only to head off to Nashville with Brian.

Highlights from that trip:

1. Brian's friend Don couldn't make it. Hello five hour car ride with Brian and his sister followed by dinner with his parents (hi, I'm Adrienne, Brian's um... friend? nice to meet you, ya I just thought it would be fun to just come along on this family adventure)
2. Went to a small wedding for Brian's cousin. (So, you're Brian's girlfriend? Um, something like that...)
3. Late night food stop where not only did I get to have a q&a session with an actual drug dealer, I got to get groped by a deceptively gay straight guy.

Tuesday Night

We started off at a youth football game and I wasn't wearing enough clothes so I was cold and then we were back in my apartment and I was showing Brian this awesome bird skull I found the other day and then I was as an octopus and Brian was Brett Michaels and we were at a going away party for someone I have only met one time and Brian and I were drinking beer, but I don't know where it came from and we went outside and played ladder golf and when we came back inside no one was there.

This is not a dream, this is just my life.

I never was good at phone conversations

I guess I've become one of those people who has phone conversations that last over an hour and the majority of time is spent in silence yet neither party feels the need to say good-bye, but finally once good-bye is said, conversation picks up again for a brief moment only to fade into silence again and this cycle continues until one of the phones dies and it has to get charged and then they call back and it's the same thing for another hour.
Except maybe I haven't become "one of those people" because I don't think there are enough people that ridiculous in the world to consider there to be a group. So, I guess it would make more sense to just say I have started to have phone conversations where speaking is secondary to the basic act of being connected on the phone itself.

what is a normal relationship?

I have been hanging out with this Brian kid fairly often, especially so on weekends so during the week I try to keep it real and not spend all my time with him.

So we were doing pretty good so far this week even though we did hang out Monday (but I'll count that as the weekend). Anyways I got real gay today and decided I wanted to chat with him on the phone, like a phone conversation. People do that.

So I called him, but soon realized I didn't have much conversation to contribute... so I ended up just inviting him over...

So much for keeping it real.

there is no room for me to be awkward when calling teenage girls whom I've never met is part of my job...

don't worry, I am saving up all my awkward for when I come back home.

Win

I think everyone should be relieved to know that I have stopped playing CountryLife. I do still help out friends when needed but I have finally achieved a level of social interaction where I do not need to rely on electronic entertainment to pass the majority of my time.

How to spot a red neck according to Faith

When I decided to come down to Georgia my mom gave me one warning, "If you see bath tubs hanging from the trees, turn around, those are red necks."

What she didn't warn me about were that some red necks look normal and before you know it you're spending your Friday nights going to a strip club or off roading and your drinking out of mason jars and eating grits for dinner.

I don't know... I don't hate it.

And yes, I have seen bath tubs hanging from trees- I don't really know why, they're broken so can't be used for a swing, which I feel is the only rational reason for a bath tub hanging from a tree. "Let that be a lesson to all you other bath tubs"....

twinsies

So, I have found my twin. He is a 27 year old southerner (accent and all) with a bushy red beard and some minor hair loss.

That would be my twin; damn hippies.

Northern Sterotypes

One of the many stereotypes I have been confronted with down here is the notion that all northerners are health freaks. I guess it's not really a bad thing for someone to assume you eat healthy, but when it is said as such: "did you offer Adrienne any? Oh, wait, she's from the north so she probably doesn't eat fries" it kind of seems like a bad thing. Now in this particular instance, I just happen to not like french fries, is it because I am from the north? I don't think so.

I really don't know what it is about me, but people were making vegetarian assumptions about me up north as well. I fear now that whatever vibe I had up north has now combined with the assumption that all northerners don't like red meat or fried food and people across the fine state of Georgia are going to take me as a anemic veggie lover.

Be honest, do I come off as a vegetarian?

A Southern Experience

Last night I got to live the life of a true LaGranger.

First we bar hopped through LaGrange which was great, but the ultimate experience was heading to the strip club. Holler.

Honestly, it was not as grody as I imagined it to be. The girls weren't all that old and they didn't do all that crazy of shit, and they were very polite; they thanked me for every dollar I gave them.
Regardless, I still recommend the experience for everyone. It is a good time for all.

This experience receives 4 stars on Adriennes Things To Do in Georgia Checklist.

Stop the presses

Believe it or not... but just last night I was told, "You don't seem awkward".

You heard it here first, the people of Georgia believe me to be normal.

But with every high there is a low...

I volunteered to work at the LaGrange Art Museum today for a couple hours and this kid Jake was there. Jake worked at the deli so I haven't seen him since I quit.
He comes up to me and is all like, "What are you doing here?" and I explain how I had some free time and figured I should get involved with the museum to which he responds, "Sounds like you have no friends to me"

Tell it like it is why don't ya? Just call me out.

epic fail

SO I saw my favorite band everr last night and it was AWESOME.
There is a whole lot to the story but the main, biggest fail, part of my story is that I actually stood next to Scott Hutchison, the lead singer, and I didn't have the balls to say hello.
Rather, I had my picture taken with his back.
Really. I stood next to, basically the love of my life, and could have just said "hey, you are awesome, I love your music" but instead I chose an awkward (blurry) picture of me and his back.

This is the lead singer (I am behind the camera shitting my pants at this point)
This is me standing awkwardly behind him. We did accidentally bump into each other but I was too shy to do anything. FAIL.
This is him on stage being AWESOME.

this would be my life

So one of my top five favorite bands is playing in Athens, GA tomorrow night.
I am pretty pumped. I was supposed to go see them play this Friday up in Boston but as you know, I ended up moving to Georgia so as a result I had to sell my tickets and bitch and moan about how I was missing yet another great concert because of this move.

Well, the music gods have smiled down upon me and have given me the opportunity to watch Frightened Rabbit. The show is about 2 1/2 hours away so I have decided it was finally time to make use of my couchsurfing account and find a place to crash so I didn't have to drive all night afterwards. So this house of people (2 guys, 2 girls) have offered to take me in. They seem pretty cool, two of them are in a band and they said they will probably be jammin' out by the time I get over. I'm pumped. New friends.

And now for the "Adrienne" part of the story- this is where my life gets awkward.
So it was this guy who found out about the show for me and I was really on the fence about going with him so when he first brought it up I did my best to avoid seeming like I wanted to go. But, when push came to shove the fact of the matter is, I want to see this band.
This put me in an awkward situation because I knew I couldn't go without him because he might find out and since it was his idea that would be a dick move so I bit the bullet and invited him along. That was before I knew how far away it was. He informed me and told me we might have to get a room for the night.
That's when I reverted back to acting like I didn't really want to go anymore. But, when push came to shove, the fact of the matter is, I want to see this band.
This put me in an awkward situation because I said I wanted to go but the prospect of spending the night in a hotel room with a guy who I only kind of know worried me. That's when couchsurfing came in. If I'm going to spend the night with someone I only kind of know, I mine as well spend the night with complete strangers.
And so it is.

Anyways, so basically the main thing here is that this guy I am going with very well might have a crush on me and I don't really know what to do with this.
I do kind of find him attractive despite his ginger qualities (and the fact that he always wears a hat and I suspect hair loss may be involved... i know its totally a dick thing to judge on so I am embarrassed to admit that it may bother me ) but the fact of the matter is, Adrienne does not want to be tied down. Adrienne needs to be free. Adrienne sees a world of possibilities and now is not the time to narrow them down.

Long story short, I see nothing but awkwardness coming out of this little road trip. Can't wait.

Adrienne 101

So... I went to Orlando this past weekend for a NCAA conference.

I loved it. It was a lot of fun. I was actually in a situation where making friends was easy because no one knew anyone and all I had to do was use a little of that Adrienne charm to woo over these new people.
This was good for me but unfortunate for Janine and Katie, the two women I ended up spending a lot of free time with.

See, the thing with people is no one wants to be alone in a big group- as I know all too well. The more introverted people tend to hang back and wait for other people to initiate conversation. In the case of this weekend, these such people were my prey. I was looking to make friends and I knew these people were the easiest targets. So I make a few jokes, smile and nod, and just schmooze about and before you know it, Janine, Katie and I are heading to Disney World for a night of fun and adventure.

The poor girls didn't know what was about top hit them. For the first time in weeks I felt the freedom to just let loose and be myself (a.k.a. crazy). They were about to get a crash course on what life with Adrienne entails.
Before you knew it I was dancing in the streets, singing Disney songs and over all making a spectacle of myself. The hour and a half wait for Space Mountain was the cherry on top because I was making fast friends with the teenage emo kids behind us. May my new friends have been embarrassed? Maybe. We're they too polite to call me out on it? For sure.

Oh, and I met Miley Cyrus because she was staying at the same hotel. Sa-weet.

coughing for the socially awkward

So, I ended up hanging out with Julie again tonight and going to her friends house who was the same friend from trivia the other night.
We were all hanging out and I was pretty happy I went over because at first I felt like it was a pity invite but after having a solid conversation with Julie about Project Runway I felt like I just might be good company, no pity needed.

Around 12:30 Julie and her boyfriend decided to leave so I grabbed my purse to head home as well. Brian, Julies friend, walked us all out side and Julie and her boyfriend got in their car and Brian and I started talking.
We get to talking and time is going by and I start to get cold, so I invite myself back into his house and we go in and get to talking inside.
So we're having a pleasant time but then I feel a coughing fit coming on. See, I had this cold earlier in the week and I am at the very end of it right now so I am at the point we're I am coughing a lot and can't really control it. No big deal. So anyways, this tickling feeling just starts to creep up in my throat and I know a fit is on its way so I quickly tell him I have to go and we say goodnight and I go.
I get in my car, I cough a bit, I drive home; my coughing fit is over. Now I'm sitting in my room thinking, "did I really just leave because I was embarrassed to cough in front of this person?"
Yes, yes I did.

plan A and plan B

I am supposed to go to a haunted house tonight but in the event that those plans fall through I already have a back-up plan.

One bottle of red wine and new tooth paste that claims on the label to "remove stains caused by red wine".

I'll let you know how it goes.

trivia night

So I went to trivia tonight with my bff, head coach Julie, her boyfriend and one of their friends.

Last time they invited me out to play trivia with them and their friends I went through all the trouble of putting on jeans, making my hair somewhat presentable and even slopping on a stroke or two of mascara only to find that their friends were an older couple in their mid to late 50's and Julie was in sweats and overall there was no reason for me to try so hard. So, I took my first night at trivia as a lesson to be learned on not trying. Not a hard lesson to teach me.
As a result, tonight I didn't try. When I got the invite to go out to trivia I was sitting on my couch in dirty sweats that are a touch too short, a shirt I've been wearing to bed for the past week and my hair in a sloppy bun that had gone from sloppy to whats the point? My eyes had that tired look that most people get at this point of a cold where the cold is finally on its way out but the past three nights have been hell. I made the executive decision that this was good enough. This is just how Adrienne looks when Adrienne doesn't try. You've all seen it and accepted it, mostly because you have to.
Well, lo and behold, I get to trivia and Julie's all dressed nice and her friend isn't an older couple but rather a cute guy and I'm walking in 20 minutes late dressed like a dirty fuck.
Sorry I was late, I was just getting ready...

You win some, you lose some.

fall break and wal-mart wine

So this evening begins fall break down here at LaGrange.

Originally I was super pumped for a few days off until I realized that
a. I still need to go into the office tomorrow and Friday
b. of the very limited amount of friends I do have, all except my roommate and the head coach have gone home far away till Sunday
c. my roommate is more than likely heading to Atlanta tomorrow to spend the weekend with family friends

a.k.a. I am by my lonesome all weekend : (

So then I got kind of excited at the prospect of having a weekend to myself.
I can get drunk drinking wine by myself while watching the tv without worrying that I am offending my roommate. As a result of drinking wine by myself while watching tv, I can talk to and yell at the tv without worrying that I am offending my roommate and lastly, I can hold drunken dance parties in the common room with out worrying that I am offending my roommate.

Looks like I might be heading to Wal-Mart to pick up another bottle or two of $3 wine...

realizations

It has come to my attention that I have just as many friends on facebooks' countrylife as I do down here in Georgia and guess what, I don't even have enough friends on countrylife to move on to the next level....

what does this mean?

puzzle time

So I haven't posted in a while because the excitement of being in a new place and meeting new people had come to an end. I don't really know when and if my social network will ever be expanding down here so for the time being I have comforted myself with the internet and puzzles.

Today, during my daily web surfing time, I stumbled upon an amazing web-site that will fulfill both my need to be on the internet and my need to work on my puzzles all at the same time.

http://www.jigsawplanet.com

Amazing, I no longer need to leave my room ever. Who needs a social life when I have all the wonders of the modern world at my finger tips?

My fling with OKcupid has ended and I deleted my account. I decided it just wasn't me and overall I just wasn't a fan of the concept. I am going to just have to go back to making friends the old fashioned way- whatever that is.

reflexes

I was walking through a parking lot on campus and there were three guys throwing a football. I gave a smile but was for the most part just walking with my head forward. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw the football coming at me and I did this awkward jump/hands up reflex only to discover it was just a bird some 100 ft above my head. At this point all three guys were giving me a questioning look and I didn't know what to do so I just said "nice day today, huh" and kept walking.

Happy Birthday

In my endless quest to make strangers into best friends I made a cake for the assistant softball coach on her birthday. I actually tried this technique for tie dye cake which is all the rage on the crafting web-sites that I now spend most of my time looking at.
The plan for the evening was quiet simple, Torri, Erika, the birthday girl Kayla, and myself were going to have dinner around 8 and I would be texted earlier in the evening with more details.

I spent the whole afternoon mixing batter, baking and decorating this cake:


go here if you want to know how to do it: www.omnomicon.com/rainbowcake

The first hiccup in the cake delivery happened when I first began making the cake. I got an e-mail saying plans had changed and what was meant to be a dinner in the apartment turned into a dinner at a restaurant. I was not overly excited about bringing my cake to a public place but I accepted that it was a fairly common practice and forged on with my cake making.

I wont go into great detail about the next hiccup, but basically things were running a little late, I assumed the worse, I was hating on people for not getting back to me, bitch, bitch, moan, moan, yaddie yaddie ya... people turned out to have been at church, aren't I an atheist dick...

So finally we head to the restaurant; cake in tow. We settle into our booth and I put the cake on the window sill so it is off the table and we go about normal restauarant buisness. We talk, we eat, the table gets cleared off and it's cake time; I'm excited, not going to lie. I might have talked up the cake a little bit, it being a tie dye cake and all. And alas, the big reveal..... covered in ants. Little, tiny, get stuck in the frosting ants. Got to love my life.

lunch

I don't typically post more than once a day, and definitely not within an hour but I just proved myself to be a loser once again and felt the need to share.

I went to lunch in the dining hall during peak hours which I have never done because I am usually working. To say the least this was the first time I actually have seen the dining hall full, I was beginning to think there were not enough students on campus to fill up half the seats.
So there was a long line for the main food so I decided to just make myself a sandwich.
The sandwich bar is in the center of the dining hall and it just so happens the football coaches were sitting at the table directly beside it. When I first noticed I said "hello" to everyone then proceeded to make my sandwich. When the football coaches are in full force they fill up a whole table, that was the case today so I felt like I couldn't sit with them. So I walked away, got some salad and found a nice quiet table in the corner of the dining hall. Once I sat down I realized my mistake.
I was sitting at the table that faces the tray return. Everyone, upon finishing their meal had to walk by me and then face me as they left.
I felt committed to the spot. To get up now and scan the full dining hall for an empty seat seemed even more embarrassing. I had to just face the crowds and awkwardly smile when ever eye contact was made.

Then one of the football coaches dropped of his dishes and asked me why I didn't sit with them. I told him the table was full so I didn't think there was room. He told me they would make room next time and to just sit with them. That's when I realized I was a bigger tool than I had thought. He was right, I could just ask to squeeze in.
Then another football coach walked by to drop off his dishes and I tried to make eye contact to say hello on his voyage there and back with no success and I feel that he was avoiding eye contact because it is near impossible to not notice me sitting there.
Now I wonder, did I offend the football coaches. Have I avoided sitting with them one too many times and now they think I am a snob? A northerner with no manners. How do I explain without making a big deal of it and sounding awkward that I am not a snob, I am just awkward and make big deals out of nothing?

okc

I was considering keeping this one as one of the deep, dark secrets of my existence but then ultimately decided that it was humorous enough to be added to this blog.

I have joined okcupid. Embarrassing. I mean, maybe it's not as embarrassing as I assume it to be but it is one of those taboo subjects in our culture.
On-line dating, although it has become a far more common practice, is really only accepted by those who use on-line dating.
At this point I would like to throw out a disclaimer. I don't want a relationship, I don't plan on getting a boyfriend and I'm not going to go on and message all these random people.
So the question is, why am I using it at all?
I don't know.
Does entertainment purposes qualify as a good reason to use an on-line dating site? Not that I am sitting at my computer laughing at all these "potential suitors" (though I am laughing at some) it is entertaining enough to just look through random peoples profiles. It's like having access to the facebook profiles of strangers and then having an easy means to compare them to your own.

I can't really knock it. I know enough people who have used it and some who have found success on it, so whose to say I should be ducking my head in shame. In fact, I welcome all who care to look (and laugh) at my profile to go ahead and do so. My name is hairinthewind.

Angry Elves

In an attempt to stay connected with friends from home I do spend some time in g-mail chat here and there. Last night I was having a couple nice little g-chats when my conversation with one Lauryn Serratore revealed that my blog may be giving people the wrong impression.
For those who aren't aware, I also go by the name Animal but just last night I was informed by Lauryn that after reading my blog, she believed that Angry Elf was better suited to me.

According to Lauryn, who I doubt has any real expertise in elf mythology, all my entries on this blog are sad and more reflective of an elf than an animal.

Let's break this down a bit and see exactly why it makes no sense.

a. Physique. Clearly, standing at approximately 5'10" I drastically exceed the average height of a typical elf. Exception being only to that of the Elves of Middle Earth from Lord Of the Rings yet even than the only elf race I am comparable to is the Noldor race and despite sharing their good looks and dark hair, I am too tan and my ears are not pointy enough to really be considered one of their own.
b. Emotional Status. I assure you that my opinions and emotions have changed very little since my arrival in Georgia. Although I didn't write a blog back home I am sure if I did it would be filled with just as many satirical entries about the futility of my life.

So, just to clarify, it may sound as if I have a pathetic existence since moving down to Georgia but I assure you my life was just as pathetic back home when people called me Animal so I see no need for a name change.

Contemplations on making friends

There is an uncomfortable uncertainty whenever entering into a new relationship. I feel like this uncertainty is even greater when entering a friendship than when entering a romantic relationship because at least when entering a romantic relationship it can be assumed that there is at the very least a physical attraction. With friends you really have to ask yourself, "why does this person even like me?"

And I have to be completely honest with myself and accept the fact that the majority of friends I make down here are going to be friends of circumstance. We will become friends purely because it is convenient for both our lives and no one likes to be alone. Because of this I find myself entering friendships with a bit more trepidation. This means, in the name of making friends, I find myself "watering down" my personality a bit; making it a bit more "people friendly" if you will.

It's not that I am not confident that I am completely awesome, because I am, but it is more of an issue of trying to appease the masses. At home I can just be my bad ass self and those who enjoy that stick around and those who don't... well, don't. Down here I don't have a base group of friends and to develop such a group I need to make myself marketable to as many people as possible.

This means a few things. First, I find myself using unnecessary exclamation points and smiley faces far more often while texting. I believe this makes people feel as if I am a warm and upbeat person, thus more friendable.
I also find myself being more active on facebook with friending new people and commenting on their lives. I feel this shows people that I am actively interested in their lives and I believe that is what people look for in a friend.
Lastly in the process of becoming more marketable, I literally just have to watch what I say. I down play any enjoyment I may have once gotten from alcohol or unsavory substances in the event that one does not agree with such practices. I do not make satirical comments on why most people in this world suck in the event that one is related to or friends with one of these sucky people and of course, above all, I limit the conversations I have regarding my sorted past in the event that one does not want to be friends with a complete fuck.

A little dinner here, a little rant there

I went to dinner with my roommate. This was the first time we have ever gone to the dinning hall together. To be honest, I think she only came with me because I said I would go to the free ice cream event with her but only after I had dinner. I actually think she ate like an hour prior to going to dinner and to tell the truth, so did I. In retrospect, I don't know why we went to dinner, we clearly should have just gone to the ice cream event.

All that aside, the reason dinner is of any importance is because while I was at dinner with one friend, another friend texted me to see if I wanted to go to dinner. Can you imagine that? Little old me with multiple dinner partner possibilities. My heart was just as full as my tummy.

After dinner, me and the old roommate headed back to the dorm for a bit of puzzle time. She recently acquired a set of puzzles featuring favorite Disney characters. Tonight we began a sweet little puzzle featuring Mickey and Minnie at a romantic dinner. Very charming.

*Edit* So apparently my mom reads this blog... I'll have to block that one.... but she tattled to my dad that I was trash talking education and my dad is making me take it down. That is my life.

The Farmville debate

So last night Kayla and Torri invited me over for taco night. Erika and Matt, two of the trainers at LaGrange, were also in attendance making this my biggest social event of the season.

Tacos were good, and the company was entertaining. You better believe I got two more facebook friends out of the night.

Then... the unthinkable came up. I don't know what brought the matter up, perhaps it couldn't be avoided, but the subject of farmville and country life (two facebook games) came up. I was being told to pick sides. I was being persuaded to join. Is this the cost of friendship? Does a game as such count as socializing? Do I join one of these games to strengthen the bonds with my new friends?

Well the question goes out to you. I've created a poll. Should I join one of these said games of should I continue my blissful existence? (see poll to right of blog)

how to loose friends and alienate people

It has been an eventful weekend; a roller coaster of emotions.

Friday night was a bust as you might have read in my last post or on my facebook wall but Saturday took the cake.

It started all well and good. I represented the athletics department at a visitation day for seniors in high school. While there, a handsome English professor came over and introduced himself. We shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and I felt the need for some reason to shake his hand again. I just stuck out my hand and he looked a bit confused but shook my hand again. At the time I didn't consider how strange it was for me to shake hands with him twice in a matter of 3 minutes but in retrospect I have to admit, I am a fuckin' weirdo. Anyways... I just found him on facebook and I'm going to friend request him because why the hell not.

After the visitation day I had to go take the my boss' dog for a walk. She had a volleyball tournament in Kentucky and left early Friday morning and wouldn't be back till late Saturday night. All I had to do was go over, walk the dog, give her a little food and put her back in the crate.
That seemed too simple. The powers of be thought, "How can we make this task more difficult for Adrienne?"
I'll tell you how. I lost the dog. I opened the door and like a jack ass I turned my back to the dog for one second and she bolted out the door. I tried getting her and she ran further away. I tried to sneak up behind her and flush her towards the house but in the process I lost sight of her. At the same moment my boss called asking me how it was going. I considered lying. Old honesty won out though and I had to fess up that I just lost her dog. She started crying. My mind started running a million miles a minute, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
The assistant softball coach came over to help me look for her. We walked and drove around the neighborhood for two hours.
Finally my boss' boyfriend, who lives in Alabama and had to drive an hour to get there, showed up. We drove around for two hours. I finally had to leave because it was dark and I had to return the car I was borrowing.
I was positive that I was going to be heading back to MA because there was no way I was going to be able to work here after loosing my boss' dog, but alas, nearing 11 o'clock I got a call. The dog was found, my future was saved. Way to go me.

Come Sunday and I am working at the deli. One of my least favorite parts of working at the deli is the owners baby. He is always there and us waitresses always have to entertain him to keep him from crying. I suppose there are worse babies out there, more demanding babies who cry more, but to me, not being an owner of any such babies, any crying in a baby is too much crying in a baby. I was on my own today so I had to do the entertaining myself.
I was getting kind of fed up with it. He was whimpering and making baby noises just to get my attention. It annoyed me. Well, discomfort breeds inspiration.
I discovered the best way to keep a child from crying.

Adrienne's Guide to Child Care

Lesson One: When A child wants senseless attention

Step One: Turn baby away so you are no longer in its line of sight.
Step Two: There is no step two. If the kid can't see you, it doesn't know you're there and wont try to annoy you.

Pity Party

This is basically a list of grievances and this blog was never meant to be a place for me to bitch and moan unless it was about my lack of friends, but since there is no news about my friend progress and I have no friends down here to bitch and moan to, I am going to just do it here.

I am not one to believe in karma but I have to wonder if today has just been good and evil balancing itself out.
It all started yesterday. Good things were happening. My dad said he was going to see the car he wants to buy my tomorrow. LaGrange is letting me be "chaperon" to two students when they go to a NCAA conference in Orlando, FL in October. I got Saturday off. The head coach is letting me use her car for the weekend. All good things that seemed to just fall into place.
Then today began.

10:30: I go to work. I do a bunch of shit while the other waitress just stands there doing nothing (typical).
11:55: Other waitress repeatedly takes my tables, despite me seating them and getting their drink orders. she is too busy with all her tables to clear off her tables/get refills on drinks for her tables/bring food out to tables so I end up doing it for her. she later talks about making $32 in tips, I make $12.

2:00: day continues to suck.

2:30: other waitress leaves without cleaning up (typical). I sweep up and make sure everything is good to go for dinner.
2:40: Talk to boss about when I will get paid. boss says i wont get paid for another week since I have only worked two weeks. I have been working since the last week in august. She disagrees, says I have been only working two weeks. I disagree, I am sure I have been working since last week of august. Boss says she is too tired/dizzy to talk about it anymore and she will figure it out later (I pretend to believe her)

3:30: I go home and eat a late lunch early dinner, the cafeteria has not had potato salad for the past week. I am disappointed.

5:46: I get a call, "please come to the deli, I need to go do stuff and I need you to be here if anyone comes in". I'm a sucker and I go in. I get three parties. One large group and two small groups. I manage fine.
7:30: Boss comes back in time to ring the large group out. My other two parties are almost done eating.
7:45: Boss hands me a stack of 1,000 fliers for the deli and tells me to go put them on car windows and that she'll pay me $8/hr and that she wants it done now so I have to leave. Spend an hour (and no more than an hour because I know I wont get compensated for 15 minutes extra) being that dick who puts fliers on peoples cars.
9:00: Get back, both parties are gone, I don't get any tips from them.

we spend about an hour and a half doing absolutely nothing. ask myself "why am i here?"

10:30: party of two comes in, take order, serve food, check-up on them.
10:45: party of two not done yet, boss tells me to go home. I try to linger so I can get my tip if they leave one. boss shoes me away. Go home without tips.

11:00: mad men episode I started downloading before I left was interrupted and never completed. no longer have show to watch.

11:30: check e-mails. Taylor Fuckin Nissi from Gamebreaker Lacrosse Camps has e-mailed me to ask me why there was an extra girl on the roster who didn't pay for camp. Taylor Fuckin Nissi is the same fuck who told me to invite girls to come for free just so we can have more girls. Taylor Fuckin Nissi wants the girl to pay now. Adrienne thinks Taylor Fuckin Nissi can shove it up his ass.

12:00: Fuck this shit, I'm going to bed.

12:05: Roommate, fiance and friends come back and decide now is the time to play mexican train and talk loudly in Spanish.

12:45: I fuckin hate everything/one. menstrual cycle soon to follow. need to sleep in but have to wake up early for visitation day on campus. everything sucks.

third wheel

So I've resided to the fact that this weekend I will be the third wheel, and not just any third wheel, a foreign third wheel.

My roommates fiance from Mexico arrived this afternoon and is spending the weekend with us. Now, my roommate is totally awesome and her fiance seems to be wicked cool as well, but he doesn't really speak English and I don't really speak Spanish.

My roommate has made it clear that I am more than welcome to hang out with them the whole weekend but I have to wonder if I want to be that person. First in that equation is being the third wheel. Who ever wants to be the third wheel?

I remember back in high school being the third wheel on new years eve.
Try to imagine that one. Adrienne in her most awkward years sitting on a couch with her friend and her friends boyfriend waiting for the ball to drop. Then imagine the ball dropping and the couple kissing and Adrienne sitting there cuddled up with a dog as her only companion. The real sad part of the story was that the evening was supposed to be a double date of sorts but being the awkward person that I am, I didn't speak to my boyfriend (literally was too awkward to ever say more than a few words to him) and I just assumed that he knew to be there because my friend was dating his best friend and I thought the plans were relayed to him. Anyways, point of story, I could have avoided being the third wheel if I wasn't so awkward. Now I am grown up and slightly less awkward so perhaps I don't have to put myself in this situation. Being the third wheel is just a bit sad.

Add the fact that I can't speak their language and not only is it sad, but its just a challenge. Just earlier evening when I got home I was able to communicate a simple greeting but was left totally dumbfounded when I got his reply. My roommate had to act as translator. This went on for the next hour, everything spoken in Spanish and getting translated into English for those who didn't try hard enough in high school Spanish class.

It's one thing to be a third wheel but to need everything translated just makes me a stick in the mud.

Fan Mail

After popular demand for me to get an address so people can send what I can only assume is fan mail, I headed to the post office and got myself a box.

My adoring fans can now send letters of appreciation to me at:

LaGrange College
Campus Box 882
601 Broad St.
LaGrange, GA 30240

Love my life

so it's Tuesday night which means I'm in my room procrastinating about doing any homework for my class tomorrow.

this means I will spending a lot of time on facebook.

Earlier today I friend requested three people. count 'em, one-two-three. Now those request are still waiting in limbo for confirmation, but who wouldn't want to accept my friendship?

So far my total of facebook friends from LaGrange is at a staggering four. Actually five if you count the random person who friend requested me and I accepted because I thought they were someone else. Add the three friend requests from this afternoon and I am getting dangerously close to double digits. Watch out world, here I come.

In other news, I was sitting by myself at dinner yesterday (obviously) when one of the football coaches came in and asked to sit with me. The football coaches typically travel as a pack so it is a rare to see one by themselves. I made my best effort to be a friendly person and went so far as to stay sitting after I was done with my food to talk while he finished his dinner. A big step for the girl who used to excuse herself to go sit alone her dorm. So we were chatting as we put our plates away and heading for the door and he stops, only I don't realize and continue walking and chatting. Low and behold, 6 steps later, I realize he is no longer next to me.

Love my life.

I'm slightly an asshole, ever so slightly

On Saturday LaGrange had this local country band come and perform out on the res-quad. They served dinner out side, and offered a rock climb and a bungee jump thing and all in all made for a nice Saturday evening. At 5 o'clock when they opened the buffet tables I prepared myself for the typical dinner alone at a table to myself.

I grabbed some food, and took a seat at an empty table and listened to the opening acts as I poked at the craw fish and jambalaya they serve down here when they wish to be fancy. I had on my sunglasses so I know I looked cool and indifferent so I was surprised when this girl came up and said "hi".
So she comes up to my side and kind of stands there looking at me for a moment, then says "hi" and I respond with a friendly "hello, how ya doing?" to which she responded and I expected the exchange to end there. But it didn't. She stood there looking at me for a few moments until I realized I should probably invite her to sit with me, so I did.

It didn't take long to realize she was one of those kind of people and by "one of those kind of people" I am referring to the kind of people I have been doing my best to avoid coming off as. One of those people who are really socially awkward (but also socially uninhibited) that talk to everyone and laugh awkwardly when the conversation pauses and dress like they are from the Midwest. Now I've noticed in my vast experiences with college campuses that there is always at least one at every school and people take them in two ways. One way being very obliging and welcoming; the person will go almost out of their way to ensure the awkward being feels like they have a friend. The other kind of person is the one who is openly bugged out by it and is as short and curt with them as possible to get them to go away as quickly as possible.

I am in no position to turn away friends (unless I think they want to have sexual relations with me like Charlie wanted) but to be honest, this isn't the kind of friend I want. I feel like I am always friends with this kind of person (a.k.a. Mello) and to be quite honest, it's taxing. I don't have the social stamina to entertain these people for long periods of time.

Fortunately, in the end my roommate came out and ate with us and her exchange student friends sat with us as well and my obligation to be the sole socializer was lifted. Eventually my new little social obligation drifted away and I could relax and enjoy the music until, about an hour later, when my guard was down, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It only pressed upon me for but a swift moment and then was gone, but I knew it was her. I didn't want to turn and look because I didn't want to start any sort of conversation so I just sat still and waited for the moment to pass. She stepped into my line of vision and I acted surprised/delighted to see her again.

i don't wanna

i don't want to go to work. i don't want to ride my bike there. i don't want to stay late and clean up after we close.

more importantly i don't want to stay home by myself on a friday night... looks like i'm going to work.

despite my addiction...

So I had originally wrote a post tonight about my addiction to True Blood and how it is holding me back from making friends since all I do is sit in my room watching it... but I realized that's not true. I am making friends in the midst of my True Blood addiction, real friends too, not just pictures of famous people with my face photo-shopped in.

Meet Mr. Williamson:He's the athletic director here at LaGrange, we hung out tonight; watched the women's soccer game together. And I know everyone here says Coach Williamson is their best friend, but I feel like when I say it, it might really be true. He gave me candy and a cup full of nuts and really, as far as winning me over, that's all it takes (don't tell Charlie).

I am back in the game ladies and gentlemen, the friendship game.

My suite-mate, Mariam, went to Wal-Mart today and when she came home and pulled Monopoly out of that shopping bag I knew that we'd be spending more time together and when she went a step further and said, "Maybe we can invite some friends over to play, if we get any friends" I knew that we were finally on the same page. Bestfriendom here we come.

And let me not forget to mention that I ate a double dinner today because I ate after I got home from work and about an hour later Torri asked if I wanted to meet up with her at the dinning hall. Lord (a.k.a Jesus) knows the best way to make friends is over food.

Good thing Mariam also bought a scale at Wal-Mart and is so kind as to leave it in the common room so we can both track our weight and see how many pounds you have to gain to get a friend in this town.

true friends

So it has been a long weekend and due to the holiday most people left LaGrange to enjoy a little vacation else where. Worry not faithful readers because I was not left alone. I met a few really cool people this weekend and spent most every minute with them.

Here are a couple photos from the past few nights...


alright, fine. I admit it. I didn't do anything except watch episodes of True Blood on-line... but that's the same things as spending the last few nights hanging out with the cast, right?

Beggars CAN be choosers

So I learned an important lesson about standards today and why it is important to have them even when making friends.

I worked what we in the restaurant business call a "double" today where I worked two shifts in one day. On any other day or at any other restaurant this would call for a lot of exertion on my part but today was slow as hell so instead of working I got a chance to bond with my co-workers.

There were two people about my age working the first shift, Brittany and Jake. We didn't share our life stories or anything like that, but I feel like I am developing a healthy repertoire with them and will be able to joke and conversate more fully at later dates. After first shift I went home for a little break and headed back for second shift super excited to continue co-worker bonding. To my dismay neither Brittany or Jake were on the second shift.

Fortunately Sophia, the owner, is a very social and friendly lady. Unfortunately Charlie, the dishwasher, is just creepy. Throughout second shift Sophia and I got the chance to chat and learn more about each other, which is great. I feel like she is a person I can go to with problems. One problem being Charlie.

Charlie came in towards the end of my shift and was immediately smitten with yours truly. Charlie is in his late 40's, missing several teeth and has an accent so thick and slurred I can't understand half the things he says without asking him to repeat it and stepping closer to him (something I am trying to avoid doing).
When he first told me he wanted to "holla at me before I left" I thought, "golly, what a friendly guy, wanting to get to know his new co-worker" until it turned into "don't forget I want to holla at choo before you leave cuz we need to be hookin up sometime". I soon realized through his persistent "you're really pretty"s and his "let me walk you home"s that maybe Charlie wanted to be more than just my friend.

I learned this night, that no matter how much I want friends, not just anyone will do and some people will have to be turned away. I told Charlie that I wouldn't be able to hang out with him outside of work and if he wanted to get to know me, at work is the only time. I also learned that pretending to have friends is also a great tool because as far as Charlie is concerned I do have a boyfriend and me and all my new friends have plans to hang out pretty much everyday this month. Sorry Charlie, you just didn't make the cut.

fail

It has come to my attention that despite whatever mandates I dictated on our first day of formal acquaintance, my suite mate and I are not best friends. I had my suspicions that this might be the case but she is just so friendly and nice I wasn't able to face the truth. Nevertheless, I attempted to forge a path of friendship today when I asked her if she wanted to go get dinner at the dining hall later tonight yet she told me she had other plans. That's when I realized two things:
A. I am not her best friend
and
B. She already has more friends than I do

Honestly, I can come to terms with not being her best friend. We come from such different worlds, how can I expect our mere shared living space to be a catalyst for best-friendship? What I can't come to terms with is the fact that I have been here 15 days and she has only really been here 5, and she has already gone out to dinner (off campus) with two different friends.

What gives? Should I have brought culturally specific treats from Massachusetts to pass out to people to gain friendships? Is that even why she has all these friends already? Maybe she has secret friend gaining powers. Regardless, if this was a competition (which it just became) I would be losing.

Do you know his name?

So the business of making friends took a back seat today as I had my first day at my new job as a waitress at this deli in town. In the long run I see this venture turning into a friend machine with all the new people I'll be meeting. I just need to figure out how to charm these people into liking me.

Mainly the job of waitressing seems to be about busting your ass and socializing- and there are two types of socializing. Socializing to make conversation which ultimately results in friends, and socializing to get good tips.

I had a couple of encounters today where I felt my overall socializing skills could be fine tuned.

For example here is a little diddy I had between an elderly couple (this is legit verbatim):
me: How are you guys doing today?
old man: We are doing good by the grace of God.
me: Awesome, can I start you guys off with some drinks?
old man: Are you blessed by God?
me: Uh, well ya, sure. I have been pretty lucky in life so far.
old man: Luck and God are two different things. Do you know his name?
me: Um, uh... excuse me?
old man: Do you know his name?
me: His name?
old man: His name.
me: Um, God. Unless there is some other name that I don't know about.
old man: Jesus, his name is Jesus.
me: Oh right, Jesus, the lords son. So... uh, what would you two like to drink?

Now clearly, I need to brush up on my Jesus knowledge around these parts or else I just wont be able to make good conversation- no one wants to be friends with someone who doesn't even know his name.

Cazy Jack's Lost n Found

OK, so, no new news to share on the friend front... but I needed to share this e-mail that was sent to me and every other student here. It's sent from PantherBites which for you BSC people, is LaGrange's version of InfoBear (and for everyone else it's just a server everyone from the school is registered on (i guess?))

anyways... this is it:


I don't know how they run things down in Georgia but this is a very feisty e-mail if you ask me. Who wrote this? Is this someone on staff or is this some student with a flare for sarcasm? Am I the only one who thinks this is a weird e-mail for a representative of a school to be sending campus wide?

Recent Activity

So big news today, big news. Today was a huge day in the journey of Adrienne becoming a friend maker. Not only did I ask my suite-mate what her name was, I received two friend confirmations on facebook (yes two!)
and I grew some balls and sat with the football coaches at dinner.

Let's start with the suite-mate. I woke up today, she was here, I decided now is the time. I put it right out there, ya know? I said, "hey, whats your name again?" like it was nothing, no big deal, I don't remember your name. And you know what? No regrets. We have been best friends ever since. I told her straight up. I said, "Listen, I've been here by myself for over a week. I don't have any friends, so basically, you're going to be my new best friend." She took it pretty well. I mean she might have thought I was kidding but I did bring it up again later so hopefully, you know, she realizes she really doesn't have much of a choice.
Any ways, she did mention that it was a cultural thing for her to be so friendly (she is Mexican) but I take all the Mexican candies and nick-knacks she gave me as a sign of true friendship.


So that leads me to my two friend confirmations on facebook (three in total). In the past it was always a rule of mine to be super cool and wait for people to friend request me to give off the appearance of superiority but I see now that waiting for other people to friend me, is not proactive. So I've been doing it. First, I friend requested Torri the volleyball GA (confirmed) then I friend requested Torri's roommate the softball GA (confirmed) and then I friend requested my new best friend (also confirmed). Georgia day 11, friends 3. zinger.

And to wrap up the day I sat with the football coaches at dinner. Now, I typically see the football coaches when I go to the dinning hall, but there are quiet a few of them and they all sit together so I am always too intimidated to go sit with them but today when I walked into the dining hall I was riding the confidence high and I said to myself, "today is the day". I grabbed my food and I walked right up and asked like a scared little fourth grader if it would be OK for me to sit with them and they said yes.

Now granted, I hadn't a clue of what all that football mumbo jumbo was that they were talking about but it sure beat sitting alone humming to myself.

Well this is awkward

The head coach picked me up and brought me along on her Wal-mart trip so I could pick up a few things I've been needing. It's nice to get out of the ol' dorm room and the trip actually ended up being mildly eventful. Seeing that I know about 10 people in all of Georgia, I was tickled pink to actually run into two of them while at Wal-mart.

The first person I ran into was Barbara, the athletics department secretary. The first day in the office she started calling me Rose Mary but then corrected herself while still asserting that she felt my name should be Rose Mary. Well, her feelings haven't changed because she introduced me to her husband as Rose Mary and did it so quickly I didn't know what happened till I walked away and realized that she just said my name was Rose Mary and I had smiled and nodded in agreement.

About 5 minutes later I actually ran into my elusive suite mate who had dropped some things off Friday then disappeared for the rest of the weekend. I was excited to see her because it meant that she was in the area and would perhaps be spending time in the dorm today, so I went up and waved to her and her family and said hello. They in turn looked past me, looked uncomfortably at me or gave me a quizzical look. So I waited thinking maybe they just need a moment to remember who I was, after all I just met them Friday. No such luck. So I quickly pushed my carriage out of there way and made for the other side of the store.

You can only imagine how awkward I felt when we both arrived back to the dorm at the same time with our Wal-mart bags...

mmmmm

So I have noticed that I like to fill the empty void in my life where conversation and laughter used to be with useless sounds i.e. humming and whistling. Now, I have been a long time fan of whistling and have been known to whistle as I work but the humming thing is a bit alarming e.g. me sitting alone in the dinning hall and humming as I consume food.

I just think it's the best way to say "hey, be my friend, I am really cool."

Now that's got potential

So yesterday I went for a walk. I decided to become one of those people who goes for walks and talks on the phone. This is a new and exciting chapter in my life since I have always been an avid 'i hate talking on phones' fan. So I walked and talked on the phone for a bit and found it to be fairly enjoyable but the most interesting part was finding a ping pong ball.
This ping pong ball has become at catalyst for my creativity.
There are so many things that can be done to a ping pong ball and I knew I had to create something with it.
I decided an eye would look pretty rad but I thought to myself, "but what am I going to do with an eye ball?" So I decided to hang it on a string but i thought to myself, "but a eye ball hanging from a string is going to look stupid..." So I decided to make that string into all those muscles and junk that hold your eye in place. Now we're thinking.

In conclusion I spent last night making this eye ball.


very cool, yes? I mean, I don't know how any potential friends that come to my room and see it will react, but clearly if you don't think a ping pong turned gruesome eye ball is cool we are on different brain waves.

Speaking of potential friends... The head coach and the volleyball GA were heading to breakfast after their morning practice and they were so kind as to invite me along. Of course I just was at the dinning hall eating breakfast but who am I to turn down an invite? So I went and had breakfast for a second time this morning. Now that's what I call making friends.

Oooh and... Torri the volleyball GA told me she would let me know tonight if there is anything going on.

Do you hear that? Is that the sound of Adrienne making friends?

the trials and tribulations of adrienne begin

So here I am, 10:53 on a Friday night, creating a blog celebrating my loneliness.
I find myself faced for the first time in my life with the challenge of making friends on my own. Prior to arriving here in Georgia I had disillusioned myself into thinking I was enabled with the social skills required in making friends. I mean, I am friendly enough and can feign interest in the most uninteresting conversations but in truth, friend making takes more work than smiling and nodding.

Twice today I was given the opportunity to make a friend and both times I got in my own way.
The first was at lunch. This guy Nate who is a fellow GA for the athletics department was eating lunch with one of the other GA's whose name I don't remember. We both went to the tray return at the same time and I was so bold as to say, "hello". A step in the right direction if I do say so myself. Well, Nate is a nice friendly guy and he went on to make conversation with me as we both walked towards the dessert table. This was my opportunity to make a friend; continue the conversation, linger in the normalcy's of a social life. But alas, I made like I was too cool to stay and chat and quickly excused myself with a "gotta go, see ya later!" as I rushed back to my empty dorm with my empty schedule for an afternoon of emptiness.

OK, well at least I said "hello"...

The plot thickens though. The opportunity to friend Nate appeared again later that evening at dinner. I ran into Nate again at the beverage center. Once again, "hello's" were exchanged. It was my time to shine, all I had to do was talk for more than 5 seconds and ask if I could sit with his table. Clearly, quickly brushing past him to sit by myself was the easiest option and thus the one I chose.

So this is it. Georgia, day 8. Friends, zero.

Oh, and my suite-mate moved in today. We've exchanged pleasantries and I met her parents and repeated my own name about 4 times but I forget her name. How long will it be before its too late to ask her what it is?

at least I will always have mini aberks 1 and 2