So this kid in my dorm and I have opposite schedules and when I come back into the dorm he is always just leaving.
And it's weird because I will literally be pulling the door open and he is pushing the door open and the doors only have a small window so I never see it coming but the door opens much faster and then BAM, there is a person right there.
All I can do as a reaction is say "oop!" in a slightly high toned voice and its honestly happened so many times that now I feel really, really stupid saying "oop" and feel the need to apologize every time.
Whatever I am just the weird grad student that lives with the girl who speaks spanish, I'm not trying to impress these people.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentines Day
In the spirit of valentines day I am going to share with you the story of my first kiss with Brian.
Please note that my reference to Valentines day in no way implies that I actually support Valentines Day or even remotely care for Valentines day because on both counts that is not true.
Brian and I had been hanging out for some time by this point and were cuddling quite a bit but no kisses had been attempted and I was still unsure if I really wanted to head down that road.
We were at Brian's house and were cozied up on the couch watching t.v. or maybe a movie, who keeps track. I decided I had enough of prancing around the issue and based on our excessive cuddling I determined that if I went for a kiss there was a high chance for kiss reciprocation.
Brian was sitting in an upright position and I was nestled somewhat under his arm/in front of him/on top of his lap (how does one describe a cuddle position?). Anyways, I decided that now was the time and I tilted my head up and back and went for the kiss. In true kissing fashion my eyes were closed. In true Adrienne fashion I proceeded to make a fool out of myself and kiss his beard instead of his lips and what awkward moment isn't complete with out calling yourself out and explaining why you are awkward. So there I was, positioned in some awkward way, somewhat on Brian, explaining that I meant to kiss his lips and not his beard.
Obviously he was able to look past my retardation/may possibly be retarded himself and our kissing since the first incident is typically much more on target (though I do still miss and hit the beard from time to time).
Brian and I had been hanging out for some time by this point and were cuddling quite a bit but no kisses had been attempted and I was still unsure if I really wanted to head down that road.
We were at Brian's house and were cozied up on the couch watching t.v. or maybe a movie, who keeps track. I decided I had enough of prancing around the issue and based on our excessive cuddling I determined that if I went for a kiss there was a high chance for kiss reciprocation.
Brian was sitting in an upright position and I was nestled somewhat under his arm/in front of him/on top of his lap (how does one describe a cuddle position?). Anyways, I decided that now was the time and I tilted my head up and back and went for the kiss. In true kissing fashion my eyes were closed. In true Adrienne fashion I proceeded to make a fool out of myself and kiss his beard instead of his lips and what awkward moment isn't complete with out calling yourself out and explaining why you are awkward. So there I was, positioned in some awkward way, somewhat on Brian, explaining that I meant to kiss his lips and not his beard.
Obviously he was able to look past my retardation/may possibly be retarded himself and our kissing since the first incident is typically much more on target (though I do still miss and hit the beard from time to time).
Thursday, February 10, 2011
hopeless jobless
I think I should change the name of this blog to Adrienne's Life is a Fail.
Not only will it encompass my inability to act normal in social situations, but it will also brush upon my experiences at the dentist and my experiences getting rejected from a cashier position at Wal-Mart (not because of the interview).
Turns out my life is a joke.
Not only will it encompass my inability to act normal in social situations, but it will also brush upon my experiences at the dentist and my experiences getting rejected from a cashier position at Wal-Mart (not because of the interview).
Turns out my life is a joke.
Monday, February 7, 2011
The dentist
Though not at all related to my ability to make friends, I thought I would share the story of my visit to the dentist today because I was completely floored by what happened.
Now, I don't mean to psych you up for something awesome because I assure you its actually completely utterly un-awesome.
So there I am at the dentist. I went less than year ago back home and was told I had two cavities. They said they weren't nothing and to keep up my brushing and flossing and that he would check in on them next time to see if they needed to be filled. I guess I went with his logic but in retrospect he should have just filled them even if they were small.
Anyways, so the year progresses and I am fairly obsessed with my dental hygiene.
Then comes today. I get to this new place and they do full x-rays of my teeth. I tell them about the two cavities I had prior and they come back with me with a different number. They tell me I have 10 cavities.
10 cavities.
How does one, who brushes so frequently, get 8 cavities in less than a year? I understand I eat a lot of candy, but I have seriously cut down on my sugar intake this past year and have certainly up-ed my over dental care. I didn't even know it was possible to get that many cavities in such a short amount of time. It just seems out of this world that I would be able to get that many cavities over a period of time where I was eating less sugar and using more fluoride enriched products.
In other news, I still need a job, even more so now because I for sure can't afford this shit.
Now, I don't mean to psych you up for something awesome because I assure you its actually completely utterly un-awesome.
So there I am at the dentist. I went less than year ago back home and was told I had two cavities. They said they weren't nothing and to keep up my brushing and flossing and that he would check in on them next time to see if they needed to be filled. I guess I went with his logic but in retrospect he should have just filled them even if they were small.
Anyways, so the year progresses and I am fairly obsessed with my dental hygiene.
Then comes today. I get to this new place and they do full x-rays of my teeth. I tell them about the two cavities I had prior and they come back with me with a different number. They tell me I have 10 cavities.
10 cavities.
How does one, who brushes so frequently, get 8 cavities in less than a year? I understand I eat a lot of candy, but I have seriously cut down on my sugar intake this past year and have certainly up-ed my over dental care. I didn't even know it was possible to get that many cavities in such a short amount of time. It just seems out of this world that I would be able to get that many cavities over a period of time where I was eating less sugar and using more fluoride enriched products.
In other news, I still need a job, even more so now because I for sure can't afford this shit.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
JoAnns on my mind
I keep having these really vivid dreams that I am still working at JoAnn Fabrics. Sometimes I am working at the one at home, and other times they have just opened a new one down here in LaGrange and they come find me because they want me to work there.
True story, I need a job.
True story, I need a job.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Roommate
Mariam got back in to LaGrange last night.
It's nice to have her around so there is someone to go to lunch with and someone to complain to and other various pro's to having a roommate.
But I do miss being able to leave the door open when I used the restroom.
It's nice to have her around so there is someone to go to lunch with and someone to complain to and other various pro's to having a roommate.
But I do miss being able to leave the door open when I used the restroom.
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