Don't mind me...

Well, I'm not really sure of what has driven me to this particular post. I've been a little stressed out about personal things lately (strike that "a little," change it to "unbelievably"), and when I get stressed, I get cranky and judgmental. Yay!! And with that appropriately brief introduction, here are a few things that were getting on my nerves just yesterday:

Okay, dude, call me old-fashioned, but if you open the door, turn around, and make eye contact with me, I AM going to assume that you were opening it FOR me!!

Word to the wise - don't pause to put your jacket and backpack on across the hall from one of those student-run information booths promoting a random student-run organization. That is unless you have 5 minutes to spare, and you're really good at not letting your eyes look glazed-over.

I never really liked automatically flushing toilets in the first place. I just changed clothes for my dance class in one. The toilet flushed 4 times, and the automatized toilet paper was touching the floor by the end. Doesn't that seem a tad unnecessary?!

Can it be ANY easier for me to accidentally say something stupid and hurtful? I'm just saying, sarcasm has been working like a gem, but since I've become such a pro at it, I thought maybe I could step it up a notch!!

*gasp* Breathe!!! Breathe!!

There. That's better.

Mirror, Mirror

You want to know something? I bet a lot of people do this, but I have this weird habit where I talk to myself in the mirror, and I have pretend conversations with people. A lot of the time, I just have something that I want to get off of my chest, but I don't really want to actually tell that person, so I just tell my mirror and pretend that it's them. Stupid, huh? Well, I was just wondering about that...

I wonder if, since I get those feelings off of my chest and onto the mirror, maybe there are some things that I really should have said to that person, instead of imagining it? Not all the time, of course. Most of the time, I'm telling the mirror-person how upset I am about this stupid little thing that that person did, and we usually regret those conversations when we've had them with the real thing.

No, I'm thinking about those times when I share something more significant, and almost important. Something personal that, for some odd reason, I felt that that person should hear, but I defaulted to the imaginary them in order to get it out. I was just thinking: what would life be like if I said those things to the actual people in my life?

Don't count on it. I'm far too much of a panty-waist.

Cheese

It's fun to watch people talk about American cheese. Often, it seems as if they're afraid that if they give even the faintest impression that they like American cheese, they will be seen as unintelligent, un-cultured, or four years old.

"I only like it in grilled-cheese, and even then only if it's still hot."

"I only like it on big sandwiches where there are a lot of other things so I can't really taste it" (news flash: I think that means you don't like it.)

"I don't like it at all. Even when I was a kid. That's how refined I am."

"I don't even like other cheeses that were stocked on the same aisle as American cheese, I find it so disgusting."

Why is it that everyone rallies together against American cheese, but very few people complain about the unnaturality of Cheese Whiz? How does the fact that it's air-compressed slide by so easily? How about Mac & Cheese? Hellooooo, powdered!!

To conclude, let me just set this straight: I like American cheese. But not really. (?)

Just Dance

*WARNING: THE FEELINGS EXPRESSED IN THIS BLOG SOUND LIKE THEY'RE COMING FROM AN ANGSTY TEENAGER, BUT THEY ACTUALLY BELONG TO A COLLEGE STUDENT IN HER TWENTIES, THUS RENDERING THEM EVEN MORE SCARY*

Well, I guess it's not as bad as all that, but I do sound VERY whiny in this post. Forgive me.

First, I need to explain that I've been kind of down lately. Not for one specific reason or another; I guess there are a lot of contributing factors. My finals are right around the corner, I've been on an emotional roller coaster lately concerning my love life, my financial situation, groceries, job search, attempts at weight loss. You name it, it's made it into my daily queue of things to worry about. And to top it all off, I had to spend the entire evening alone in my apartment tonight. Alone with these awful, weighing down thoughts. *shudder* I get all depressed just thinking about it. I tried to drown my troubles in the comedy stylings of Brian Regan and Jim Gaffigan, but that can only delay it for so long.

Nope, I've found, time and time again, that the best way to make me feel better is: Dancing. I just thought "Screw it!" and put on my "Dance-ish" playlist, turned off all the lights, and flung myself mercilessly about the living room, imagining I was in an iPod commercial. Aah, I felt sooooo much better. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the lyrics. Maybe it was the endorphins. Who knows? Who cares. All I know is that, for 25 minutes, thanks to Michael Jackson, that song from "A Goofy Movie", and whatever else came up, I was happy. Yeah, my problems didn't solve themselves, and I'm still stuck with finding a job and studying for finals, but it's okay. It isn't the end of the world. For just a little bit, my biggest problems were staying hydrated and not falling over.

Cologne: more than just for hot dates

I know France and french people have this "bad reputation" of being stinky or smelly. That MAY be true - while I was there, there were quite a few people that smelled QUITE ripe. BUT, one other olfactory sensation that I experienced time and time again was this: my companion and I would be walking down the street downtown, and every once in a while, a guy would walk by, and we'd get a goooooooood whiff of his cologne. I am going to be frank: I REALLY liked that!! Yes! I did! And they weren't always with a girl they were impressing, they weren't even always in really fancy clothes to go with their wonderful scent. They were just going about their daily routine, smelling great.
Might I make a suggestion? Let's do that more often. I am now a college student, and I do not remember once smelling anyone's cologne while walking around during those crowded class breaks. Why not? You don't have to put it on to impress a specific girl, or have to be headed on a hot date to smell good. We always try to look good, to not smell bad. . . Hey, I'm doing my part: I have hardly gone two days in a row without wearing perfume since I got back from Europe two months ago, and I'm not even CLOSE to having a boyfriend that I need to impress. It's just FUN.
And you have no IDEA how much it enhances your "attractiveness" level when you smell good. Sigh. So nice.