Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Some ramblings...

I have lots of thoughts whizzing around my head and I thought I might share...


A few days ago I bought my first pair of skinny pants. Nice black ones, of the Dickies variety, for work. I was nervous about them. But they turned out to be an epic win. So I think I'll be wearing them more often. I will never, I repeat, NEVER wear jeggings, however. They are leggings that look like jeans, and leggings are not pants. Yuck yuck yuck.

I hate when girls walk around with this weird sweater shirt/dress thing that barely covers their butt, and a pair of leggings. WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?? I've only seen one instance where it looked good.

Sometimes the weirdest people are in Walmart. I don't mean weird-looking, or people who walk funny. I mean, grumpy man who thinks I'm moving too slow while browsing movies, so he loudly mumbles nasty things under his breath about me, whilst standing 3 feet away. Or the uptight guy that yells, belittles, and threatens his wife over every little thing. "NO!!! We don't need that!....Yes, toothpaste we do need, but if you EVEN come back here with 2-3 tubes of it, I'll..." I felt like spitting at him. Man with wife and grandchild who announced he was going to look in another aisle for something, and asked his wife if they would be ok while he was gone. Really? You know, they might not make it through the harsh and rugged terrain of walmart, better stay with them. Then there was the decrepit, yet really cute, old couple who couldn't even see, let alone figure out what they needed to buy. Oh, and let's not forget the teenage couple, girl walking in front of him all smug acting like she had the guy on a leash and talking his ear off, meanwhile he's not listening to a word she's saying and hardcore checking me out as I walk by. Haha, oh man. So funny.

I use the word just waaaaay too much. Where did it come from? What does it even mean? I just don't know.

I bought the Black Cauldron for a decent price at Walmart, thanks to grumpy grumbling man. I quick turned a corner so I could peak out around and get a better look at him, and found myself in front of the kids/family section, BC begging to be bought. Woot-woot for great Disney movies that no one knows exists.

Last nite for a few hours, I felt like I must've drank a little Felix Felices without knowing it. It was incredible.

Today in my primary class, I brought Teddy Grahams for snack and the one little girl (3 years old, keep in mind) said "but I wanna eat something, like, healthier". Hahahha. I convinced her if we all shared one bag of Teddy Grahams,  it would be healthy. Kids crack me up.

Ever have someone insult you, but masked as a compliment? Let me give an example...say you bake a pie. The pie's really yummy, you've made it before, and you're pretty good at the whole baking thing. A few people try your pie, tell you it's amazing and give you compliments. But then this one person approaches you, and in a tone of complete shock and surprise, tells you about 10 times that your pie is actually really good, they had no idea YOU could do something like THAT, and wow, it's just actually good. And they won't let it go...to the point you somehow feel worse when the converation ends because they sneak-insulted you and you barely had time to realize it. Yeah, something like that happened to me the other day. It was so weird.

Getting called beautiful by a guy never gets old. =) Guys, tell her she's beautiful, it makes her feel like a million bucks.

I'm super-dee-duper excited about how much my client is progressing at work. It makes my heart swell to bursting.

If I ever get pregnant, I hope I look half as good as Natalie Portman. Yeesh. The woman is a gorgeous, glowing pregnant woman.

It's late, tomorrow's Monday, I have to be up around 6ish before there's even a hint of light outside, and it's supposed to be dark, dreary, and rain over an inch. Wish me luck.

2 comments:

  1. Mmmm... there's hardly anything better than a pair of great jeans. You feel like you can fly when you wear them. Nothing can touch you. Except the incessant fake compliment. You feel like it's your duty to inform the person of their failure at deceit, so the cycle of abuse can stop for other people down the road from you. You didn't hide your insult well enough... now you just look like a fool. Cut it out of your repertoire. And last random comment: that is exactly what bothers me about the "people of WalMart." It isn't the clothes. Really, anyone can wear whatever they'd like. Come in your pj's. It's how people are delusioned into thinking that Wally is a private place where they're bad habits can be aired & practiced without offense. Something about the place brings out the beast in so many... but I love my Wally World, and I can't stay away. The End.

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