Just read a blog today that really touched home for me about paying it forward, hope it does for you too.
Yesderday I decided to try out Yoga in my bedroom. Just in case you haven’t already picked up on my A.D.D. personality I tend to get disctracted very easily and change the subject. Yoga was definitely a new thing for me and I’ve been told a many great things about it.
The definition of Yoga to me is stretches; painful ones. And ‘feel the earth’ breathing, which actually gives me a headache from too many deep breaths. Soon I found myself painting my toes in a stretch position because I couldnt stand the sight of my feet. To me, Yoga also consists of staring at your feet while stretching. (unless everybody closes their eyes without telling mentioning it to me).
Feel the earth… > My translation> Feel the hard ground under a thin mat that does nothing for me.
I know what you’re thinking, stop being so pesimistic Priscilla. But hear me out on this one. I couldn’t help myself from looking around the room and looking at my cat stare at me like I’m an idiot human. Soon I would tell myself to just stay in the stretching position to really feel the earth. When in reality, I was stuck in the stretching position and didn’t want to move to rip anything.
I guess I’ll give Yoga another try some other day. Hopefully when I do I’ll stop giggling at the instructor on YouTube.
Today I started learning how to use ZBrush 4 on Lynda.com. I thought it would be a cool thing to put on my resume. Well to be completely honest I thought I had an exam today so I was at the library ready to study at 8; turns out that exam is next Wednesday. oops. What’s a better way to spend my time here than to learn something new?!
After an hour of looking at Facebook, Twitter, Foursquare, and my Klout score, I decided that I need a skill in something. Being a social media genius doesn’t cut it in my generation. I need something that sets me apart ( and because I didn’t get accepted into my college’s so-they-think ‘collegiate’ Ad Team) I might as well use my time I would be using for them to learn how to be awesome at something else; graphic design.
As I’m learning the program on Lynda.com, the narrator teaches me how to use different textures or color on my 3D object/character. Easy enough. As I’m messing around with the different colors, I stumble upon the chrome color.
This is how they made the Silver Surfer from Fantastic Four people!!!
Okay, here is mine.
To: Fantastic Four’s graphic design artist
From: Me (Priscilla Smith)
I’M COMING FOR YOU!
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Well, it’s official, I’m 22.
About 80% of the customers at my work are above the age of 55. Don’t ask why because I have no idea. My age group shops at Wal-Mart instead of Market Street ( I work in the coffee shop there).
“It’s your birthday?!” screams old Vince.
“Yeah, well tomorrow is…”
“I’ve been out of college longer than how old you are. haha! I actually have grand-kids older than you! You’re a BABY! HAHA!”
Well that’s comforting. Thanks. Last year for my 21st birthday, I had fun, but at the same time I was kind of irritated because my ex had ‘broken it off’ like a few days before my birthday. Which sucks when your birthday is the day after Valentines day.
Thankfully, it’s a new year 🙂
Kevin and I were high school sweethearts and then dated for a couple years in college then broke up two years ago. Near the end of summer we reconnected. Poor Kevin, I feel like I’ve put his heart through the ringer.
It’s crazy how much can change within a year. Last year I was balling my eyes out wondering what the fuck happened. (Excuse my language, but no other word will justify). This year I’m thinking ‘THANK GOD I’M HAPPY!’
Kevin sent me Edible Arrangements for Valentines day; which were delicious.
Chocolate covered pineapple is to die for by the way. The following day, by birthday, he sent me a beautiful bouquet of different flowers. I love flowers. Even on a persons worst day, you can’t help but smile when you look at a flower; at least for me anyway. Needless to say, even though he is 6 hours away from me I think we have a pretty rock ‘n’ relationship.
I would like to point out that having a birthday in the middle of the week is somewhat depressing. Why? Everybody is busy!
My roommates were there as well. It kind of sucked when they left for the library and I was stuck hosting a party with some of their friends they invited — whom I had just met — and who ended up breaking my favorite whine glass. I think about 6 people showed up to my party when 15 RSVP’d. Common people! Who RSVP’s anyway? But the real question is… whoever RSVP did not even show up.
All in all, I had a blast. Wonder where this year will lead me… (fingers crossed for a job!)
I get on the bus headed home and a girl asks me ‘Are you a dancer? ‘
” no? why? ”
Hoping she would say ‘ oh because you’re so skinny! and fit!’
Instead she said “because your feet are positioned like a dancer with your heels together. my sister does that.”
now all I keep doing is looking at my feet. annoying.
As some of you may have already read in my previous post in ‘Practical Joke’ Karma was soon around the corner to bite me in the ass. And it did.
Thursday night of my typical college-student lifestyle, I go out to three bars (?), dancing and having the time of my life. Don’t worry, Karma didn’t come that night. I have made the executive decision to not get too intoxicated anymore; just buzzed ( what? I’m in college, not AA. My kidneys are asking for the favor if you MUST know).
ANYWAY, I thought to myself as I’m dancing like a complete idiot ” This is great. Karma missed me.” oh on the contrary, morning is yet to come….
9:10 a.m. my alarm is at its loudest peek blaring in my ears. I slam my hand on the snooze, but to my surprise class started at 9. Ugh crap. The start of a new day. Viewing the glass half-full as always – “He doesn’t take attendance anyway.” Snooze
After an eventful day at work, my best friend Faith stops by at the coffee shop to see if I would like to see The Vow that evening after my shift ends. Absolutely. Before moving any further in our conversation I buy us tickets on Fandango.com…. Just in case.
I check my bank app and notice fandango charged me twice. twice. For two movie tickets equaling $41 for one movie. ouch. “At least we have tickets!” I say with a smile on my face 😀 Faith stands in line at the movie as I wait in the box office line to get our tickets. *freezing my ass off by the way* I hand the lady my card. Swipe. “There is no transaction on this card indicating you bought tickets with us.” O.O “WHAT?! Actually fandango charged me twice. See look,” as I show her my phone.
“Sorry, but you must have purchased tickets at another theater.”
“This is Cinemark Movies 16, right?”
*she stares with no emotion on her face*
“Well then can I just buy two tickets for The Vow please?” equaling 6 tickets for two people that night.
“We’re sold out.”
“OKAYYY” I say with loud pure sarcasm that the situationist is by all means okay. Fail.
In case anybody was wondering I simply called Wells Fargo after that and they filed a claim against Fandango and refunded my money. But the night doesn’t end there. Faith and I decide to just rent ‘Whats Your Number?’ from a RedBox kiosk. She goes into Walgreens to get the popcorn and candy as I wait outside to get the movie.
SOLD OUT.** no emotion on my face* damn. No worries Wal Mart is in the same parking lot. We go there. ‘THIS KIOSK IS OUT OF SERVICE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.’
“You know what, Faith, lets just buy a movie! Breaking Dawn comes out today. Um excuse me sir where are the Breaking Dawn movies?”
“We can’t sell them until midnight,” looking at his watch, “You have two hours.”
Finally Faith turns to me, “What did we do to deserve this?” O.O oh crap. She sees the look on my face and without hesitation “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” I told her about my practical j0ke and that it was nothing but a good laugh. Leaving Wal Mart a car backs up into me.
A. Car. Backs. Up. Into. Me. And they don’t stop because they probably figure I will either move or get run over. This doesn’t happen everyday people!
$41, melted candy, warm soda, 7 kiosks, one bruised hip, and 3 hours later, Faith and I finally sit down to watch the movie. Here’s a bit of advice, don’t do anything for Karma to come before the weekend.
P.S. my mom’s response to my practical joke “That’s not funny, honey. That’s mean. Don’t let the devil take control.” >.>
Whatever I still think its funny. ha.
Being in my position, college student, I HAVE to lay a practical joke on my absent friends.
“Dude! we had a top quiz/ test today! Mrs. Zuerker said to tell our friends if they e-mailed her before 11:30 a.m. she would let them take it. But they have to say sorry for missing the test. DO IT NOW!”
Laughing my ass off in thought my two fraternity friends are actually e-mailing our professor was priceless. Sure, Karma will come around for me, but who cares, I’m laughing so hard I can barely breath. YES! So awesome.
Within 10 minutes, Preston Pinnington III texts me “Well thanks for making me feel like a dumbass, lol, I just was e-mailed back saying we didn’t have one.” Classic. Again, I’m laughing until no sound is coming out.
Our professor is great. She’s probably laughing too thinking somebody laid a practical joke on some gullible poor soul. All right, all right, I know that it was mean/rude or whatever you want to call it. But it was a GREAT laugh and it made my day.
Unfortunately Matt O’haugherty ( O-heart-ee) was not so easily fooled. I almost had him. He texted me asking “Are you serious?” But sorry folks, Preston told him before he e-mailed the professor. Damn, so close.
Sadly I have to await my time for Karma to arrive. They won’t forget about his. Luckily they arn’t mad. ha.
Matt: ” It wasn’t that funny.”
Me: “Yes it was.”
In case anybody who is not aware that I work at a coffee shop, they should also know that I am a bit of a klutz. I like my job. There is always something new going on with the in- and- out traffic of coworkers, angry customers ( happens more than I would like), and my favorite customers.
Yesterday I walk into work, Peets Coffee & Tea, with a very optimistic feeling about my day. Every day we go though gallons of milk and in order for it to be more convenient to access, we have a fridge that holds two 5 gallon bags of whole milk; known as ‘Cows.’ The cows are pretty heavy and are a pain to put into position, if done wrong it’s the biggest pain in the ass to fix. Pours out slow, milk goes everywhere and always makes a mess. I had the unfortunate task of putting it in place yesterday… oh and did I mention the cow was defected? Yup. Defective.
In order for me to lift this cow into the fridge, located above my shoulders, I use momentum from my legs so this task is definitely possible. But because I thinking lifting a five pound dumbell is strenuousness, one could only imagine me lifting this 5 gallon cow above my shoulders; every time I lift it I feel as if a blood vessel just popped in my eye. But, success, I get in into place… until the sealed lid unexpectedly bust off with gushing milk pouring all over me. Awesome. Naturally I try to catch it. Genius. Let’s old out our hands Priscilla to catch the milk. Don’t ask. “AAAHHHH OMG OMG OMG!”
I became very entertaining for old man Vince sitting at the coffee bar. “Hey Milk Lady! I don’t think it’s supposed to do that!” He needs new hearing aids which cause him to always yell at me. As you can see, 5 gallons of milk spilled all over me, I’m the one in pink by the way. My coworker was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath. Finally, gasping for air, ‘ PRISCILLA MOVE AWAY FROM IT!” Solid advice.
“I say we just let it poor on the ground instead of catch it with pitchers,” she says while laughing at me.
Finally after looking at myself soaked with milk; soiled shoes, apron, and hat, I found myself laughing. It honestly doesn’t surprise me this happened.
Then today my manager comes over to the coffee shop asking if I can help cut fruit in the kitchen.
Me–> ^.^ OKAY! (way too enthusiastic now that I think about it)
I’m in the core kitchen cutting a Honeydew melon with a newly sharpened large knife. If anybody really knows me, they would say it probably wasn’t the best idea. You all know where this story is going. I’m chopping away as if I’m Rachel Ray talking to the quiet lady making ranch dressing next to me about God knows what.
O.O oh ouch. A quick pinch to my thumb. But false alarm, no blood. Finally Daisy spoke, “You’re bleeding!”
“meh just a paper cut. No big deal!” Anyway let’s just say Daisy finally had a lot to say after that. “You need to sanitize that knife, cutting board, get a new knife, wash your hands, throw the melon away, and get a finger condom.”
“In that order? Wait can you repeat that last step?” She walks away and I find I’m now talking to myself “Should I have written that down? Daisy? Crap”
Eventually I get everything cleaned up. Unfortunately my finger wont stop bleeding. This isn’t quite a paper cut, Kristen Stewart. I actually cut myself where it’s natural for this about of blood to come out. I find the first aid kit and there it is. The finger condom box labeled MEDIUM SIZE. That’s important, I’m surprise the large didn’t say MAXIM SIZE. This is legit. My boyfriend asks, “What does it do?”
“It protects your finger…. from germs. What else do condoms do?” (rhetorical question by the way) Let’s just say that I eventually got a little carried away with the idea and took a few extra. Just in case. (That’s what he said– sorry, couldn’t help it).
Like I said, I may have gotten a little carried away and taken it a bit too far. All I know is it turned my average day of work into a very entertaining morning.
Protection is necessary, entertainment is mandatory ^.^
Waking up in the morning is getting much easier now that I’m going to bed earlier. I have a plan throughout my day to accomplish certain tasks, such as making it to class on time, eating three times a day, and making it to work on time. It’s the first plan that always gets in the way. Making it to class on time.
I live in a house near my college campus and along with many other students have the option to take the bus to school. I have found myself gaining exercise every morning running for that damn bus. I’m about half way there to the bus stop when there it is; the bus. Crap. Without hesitation I bolt hoping my converse will give my feet the support they need to make it on time.
As I’m running, keep in mind that it’s probably 30 degrees outside and very windy. I’m sprinting as fast as I can while tears are streaming down my face because the wind is so cold against my eyes. I don’t even care that I probably look ridiculous and that it looks like I’m crying; I refuse to wait 25 minutes for this bus to come again and be late for class.
Finally making it to the bus, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face, red nose, and wind blown hair, I place my hands on both sides of the door as if I’m about to lunge into the bus. Meanwhile, on the bus, I notice some familiar faces looking down at me laughing. “Wow, you’re crying. haha.”
I think it probably took me a good 2 minutes before I could finally catch my breath and eventually dry my face. I prefer to swim for my workouts, so I can definitely say this was not my ideal workout and was not apart of my daily plan.
But here is the good news: I made it to class on time.
P.S. : the professor reminds me of the teacher from Ferris Bueller.
“Bueller…? Bueller?…. Bueller…. “