YYYYRRRUUUPPPP!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
piece of heart
well, its almost valentine's day, so yall are probably expecting that i say something bitter or sarcastic. maybe it'll make you giggle a lil bit. sure, i could say all the bitter stuff i want. i could comment on how aaaallonne i've been most valentine's days or how i obnoxiously fended off the singing valentine sirens who once tried to seduce me. but, eh, i'm on a quest to be a bit less bitter.. so i think i'll just poke a little bit of fun
you ever notice those girls? everyone knows one. the kind who enters into class, church, ward activities, parties, whatever it is, she comes, and BOOM. five guys. maybe six. up to ten. you can try to talk to them yourself, but you'll just be lost in a sea of taller, weirder dudes. she has some kind of power on them though. the minute they go to talk to her, their intelligence drops. hard. i don't get it, it just does.
there's guys in that same position too. girls want them bad. and they just seem to get dumber when they're around him.
most of the time, they're pretty regular, normal, awesome people who deserve to have everyone love them.
we've all been there. you meet someone you kind of like, and at first.. you just get dumb. you try harder to be funny. its not funny. you try to impress him or her with your awesome skills. its not very awesome. and then, you get back to being normal. you're yourself, and there's nothing that should stop you.
then you get friend zoned. HAHA!
whatever you do, whatever point you're at, make this valentines day a good one, people. sure, you can be all bitter if you want. you can watch movies all day alone while eating ice cream. if you want. you can play nintendo angrily while chomping all the goldfish you can.. if you want. but really, what's it gonna hurt to be a bit nicer? why not show a bit more love just cause you can?
bro dudes. get a flower for that girl you might like. just cause she's cute. you don't even have to marry her.
lady-types. say hi to that guy who you've been wanting to talk to sooo bad! it doesn't even have to be a big deal.
then you can go back to your movies, your nintendo, your ice cream, whatever. it'll be that much better when you spread the love. go right ahead, do something nice. give someone a piece of your heart.
you ever notice those girls? everyone knows one. the kind who enters into class, church, ward activities, parties, whatever it is, she comes, and BOOM. five guys. maybe six. up to ten. you can try to talk to them yourself, but you'll just be lost in a sea of taller, weirder dudes. she has some kind of power on them though. the minute they go to talk to her, their intelligence drops. hard. i don't get it, it just does.
there's guys in that same position too. girls want them bad. and they just seem to get dumber when they're around him.
most of the time, they're pretty regular, normal, awesome people who deserve to have everyone love them.
we've all been there. you meet someone you kind of like, and at first.. you just get dumb. you try harder to be funny. its not funny. you try to impress him or her with your awesome skills. its not very awesome. and then, you get back to being normal. you're yourself, and there's nothing that should stop you.
then you get friend zoned. HAHA!
whatever you do, whatever point you're at, make this valentines day a good one, people. sure, you can be all bitter if you want. you can watch movies all day alone while eating ice cream. if you want. you can play nintendo angrily while chomping all the goldfish you can.. if you want. but really, what's it gonna hurt to be a bit nicer? why not show a bit more love just cause you can?
bro dudes. get a flower for that girl you might like. just cause she's cute. you don't even have to marry her.
lady-types. say hi to that guy who you've been wanting to talk to sooo bad! it doesn't even have to be a big deal.
then you can go back to your movies, your nintendo, your ice cream, whatever. it'll be that much better when you spread the love. go right ahead, do something nice. give someone a piece of your heart.
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| your life just got a little bit more complete |
Monday, February 6, 2012
MAJOR assumptions
there's a couple things that i ALWAYS hear when people find out that i'm a special ed major. always.
"wow. special ed? that's soooo cool. you're like, the nicest person ever. it takes a really, really special kind of person to do that. you're just so awesome and nice."
um.. so.. what the crap am i supposed to say to that anyways?
"um, no. you're wrong. do you even know me? i'm such a jerk. a dirtbag. take 10 minutes and you'll change your mind, believe me."
whatever.. its an assumption that i appreciate so i guess i can't complain.
the second assumption usually comes from other dudes who are usually in something like business or engineering or one of those huge majors that's like.. all dudes.
"woah! DUDE! Education!? that's like, all girls, right? you're gonna get married sooo fast, bro!"
ha. ha. hahaha.
now, if my major was as big as business or engineering, AND it was all women, that would be pretty cool i guess. i could, you know, hit on some girl in class, go on a date or two, watch things go horribly wrong, and then we could avoid each other and sit on opposite sides of our huge class the rest of the semester and then never have to deal with each other again.
but, uh, my major is a little bit smaller than that... true, i'm one of, uh, two guys. we share all our classes with 20 women. THE SAME 20 WOMEN. EVERY. DANG. CLASS. ALL DAY.
half of them are married/engaged anyways (probably to guys in the engineering/business majors). either way, when you see someone that dang often.. you gotta be careful. i mean, if word got out that things went horribly wrong between me and a young lady in all my classes.. i could have 20 enemies very, very quickly. death glares. all day. every day.
of course it aint really like that. i haven't made any enemies yet. we're pretty much all BFFs. sort of. in fact, sometimes i really think that my sisters in my classes.. kind of forget that i'm not a woman. they just get to talking about some stuff and i'm like..
'uhhh... i'm a guy... please stop...'
'ok... so its the 26th? i'll try to remember that next month..'
'90 days? how did you survive that?'
sometimes i need to remind myself of my manhood.
"does anyone have a pen?"
i open my backpack, grab a pen, throw it across the table
"anyone have whiteout?"
open my backpack, grab the whiteout, throw it across he table.
"anyone have a tampon?"
open my backpack, look around...
wait a second. got me there! don't have one of those!
well.. despite all the giggling, gossiping, talking about the bachelor, engagement stories, cheesy 'aaaaawwwwwws,' hair comments, "just kiddings," and other girly nonsense... my major is full of great people who are nice to everyone they know and put up with all my sarcasm.
and that really does take a very good kind of person to do
"wow. special ed? that's soooo cool. you're like, the nicest person ever. it takes a really, really special kind of person to do that. you're just so awesome and nice."
um.. so.. what the crap am i supposed to say to that anyways?
"um, no. you're wrong. do you even know me? i'm such a jerk. a dirtbag. take 10 minutes and you'll change your mind, believe me."
whatever.. its an assumption that i appreciate so i guess i can't complain.
the second assumption usually comes from other dudes who are usually in something like business or engineering or one of those huge majors that's like.. all dudes.
"woah! DUDE! Education!? that's like, all girls, right? you're gonna get married sooo fast, bro!"
ha. ha. hahaha.
now, if my major was as big as business or engineering, AND it was all women, that would be pretty cool i guess. i could, you know, hit on some girl in class, go on a date or two, watch things go horribly wrong, and then we could avoid each other and sit on opposite sides of our huge class the rest of the semester and then never have to deal with each other again.
but, uh, my major is a little bit smaller than that... true, i'm one of, uh, two guys. we share all our classes with 20 women. THE SAME 20 WOMEN. EVERY. DANG. CLASS. ALL DAY.
half of them are married/engaged anyways (probably to guys in the engineering/business majors). either way, when you see someone that dang often.. you gotta be careful. i mean, if word got out that things went horribly wrong between me and a young lady in all my classes.. i could have 20 enemies very, very quickly. death glares. all day. every day.
of course it aint really like that. i haven't made any enemies yet. we're pretty much all BFFs. sort of. in fact, sometimes i really think that my sisters in my classes.. kind of forget that i'm not a woman. they just get to talking about some stuff and i'm like..
'uhhh... i'm a guy... please stop...'
'ok... so its the 26th? i'll try to remember that next month..'
'90 days? how did you survive that?'
sometimes i need to remind myself of my manhood.
"does anyone have a pen?"
i open my backpack, grab a pen, throw it across the table
"anyone have whiteout?"
open my backpack, grab the whiteout, throw it across he table.
"anyone have a tampon?"
open my backpack, look around...
wait a second. got me there! don't have one of those!
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| i'm the one on the right, people. THE RIGHT |
well.. despite all the giggling, gossiping, talking about the bachelor, engagement stories, cheesy 'aaaaawwwwwws,' hair comments, "just kiddings," and other girly nonsense... my major is full of great people who are nice to everyone they know and put up with all my sarcasm.
and that really does take a very good kind of person to do
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