That is what I'm watching as I write this post. Netflix is the best. Except it's also the worst. My mom is hooked on Lost and I will watch whenever I'm around and it's infuriating. I'm pretty sure I missed an entire season, and nothing new happened! I think she ended the fourth season and began the fifth (or maybe it was the third and fourth...) but there were helicopters coming to rescue them. It's so frustrating because you know that they can't all be saved because there are at least two seasons left. That is also part of the reason I stopped watching How I Met Your Mother...I got to about the third season and realized there were three seasons left on Netflix and at least two more seasons planned to air...and I can't wait that long to meet the mother! I also quit watching because it's all about sex. It's subtle, because there isn't anything graphic and the characters are very charming (you want to be their friend!) but it's really toxic. I just don't need to be pouring large amounts of that into my system right now. I think I felt like I got to the point where I was immune to it, but it turns out I'm not...and I don't want to be anyway!
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." (Phillipians 4:8)
I'm going to stick with those things.
Also, I definitely drove by two guys walking down my street in only their boxers and tennis shoes (and hipster glasses) about half an hour ago. Good Lord.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Iguana Juan's? I don't think so.
So I drove up College Street tonight and noticed that ICE Lounge has become Iguana Juan's Mexican Cantina. That is the worst of things....and ICE was already pretty low on my list of things. ICE was always that place I would joke about going to, like on a Friday night when I was trying to decide was I going to do or if someone was like, "So Faith, what are your plans for this weekend?" My first response was always, "Going to ICE. Duh." *Ok, I've never actually been to ICE...but I've always intended to go. Well, I've always intended to attempt to walk in in sweatpants or a grandma sweater or something and see if they let me in even though I don't really fit the skank code.* But Iguana Juan's is just lame. Imagine it:
"Hey Faith, got any big plans for your 21st birthday?"
"Oh yeah, I was thinking about hitting up Iguana Juan's at midnight and get completely schwasted because Iguana Juan's is the coolest place ever." No thanks. (For the record, I had no intention of going to ICE on my birthday either.)
Iguana Juan's is a name for an overpriced "cafe" in a zoo...not a club on the hill. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
Also, I think there was a burrito stand attached to it and it claimed to have something like "The Most Badass Burritos Around." That is a falsehood. This town already has Pablo's and Pancheros. Seriously, the last thing we need is another burrito joint....also I know that it just can't compete with those two. Pablo's is an established part of the community and gives you massive burritos and hearty quesadillas. Pancheros is a successful chain that combines all the ingredients with the little spatula thinger. I am not convinced, Iguana Juan's.
"Hey Faith, got any big plans for your 21st birthday?"
"Oh yeah, I was thinking about hitting up Iguana Juan's at midnight and get completely schwasted because Iguana Juan's is the coolest place ever." No thanks. (For the record, I had no intention of going to ICE on my birthday either.)
Iguana Juan's is a name for an overpriced "cafe" in a zoo...not a club on the hill. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
Also, I think there was a burrito stand attached to it and it claimed to have something like "The Most Badass Burritos Around." That is a falsehood. This town already has Pablo's and Pancheros. Seriously, the last thing we need is another burrito joint....also I know that it just can't compete with those two. Pablo's is an established part of the community and gives you massive burritos and hearty quesadillas. Pancheros is a successful chain that combines all the ingredients with the little spatula thinger. I am not convinced, Iguana Juan's.
Monday, May 21, 2012
I have an addiction...
to sweaters. I'm doing some serious cleaning right now (before I get to paint my room...yay!) and went through my clothes today. The amount of sweaters I own is ridiculous. I was already slightly aware of this because I clothed literally half of the Jazz Panthers for the Christmas HuB night, but today I found a separate tub of sweaters I had forgotten about. I need a separate closet for all of them. The really silly thing is that half of them ended up in the Goodwill pile...which is where I bought them in the first place. But hey, the fact that I can get rid of them means I'm not a hoarder, right?
While I'm on the topic of excess and being fortunate enough to have excess, I want to share a realization I had recently while mowing the lawn. It was pretty hot out and I was very thirsty. I didn't want to walk all the way inside (that would have required me to go up stairs...) so I decided to drink out of the hose. Since the last time I drank out of the hose was probably 10 years ago, I had completely forgotten how delicious hose water is. It's cold and and the way it rushes out makes it very refreshing. I then began to think about how blessed I am to be able to pick a hose out of the mud on the side of my house and expect clean, cold, refreshing water to come out when a majority of the world doesn't even trust the water that comes out of their sinks! In six weeks, I am going to the 13th poorest country in the world, where we will have to purify our drinking water every single morning--this is a major luxury there. This totally puts things into a new perspective. Needless to say, I am so grateful for the life I have been given!
While I'm on the topic of excess and being fortunate enough to have excess, I want to share a realization I had recently while mowing the lawn. It was pretty hot out and I was very thirsty. I didn't want to walk all the way inside (that would have required me to go up stairs...) so I decided to drink out of the hose. Since the last time I drank out of the hose was probably 10 years ago, I had completely forgotten how delicious hose water is. It's cold and and the way it rushes out makes it very refreshing. I then began to think about how blessed I am to be able to pick a hose out of the mud on the side of my house and expect clean, cold, refreshing water to come out when a majority of the world doesn't even trust the water that comes out of their sinks! In six weeks, I am going to the 13th poorest country in the world, where we will have to purify our drinking water every single morning--this is a major luxury there. This totally puts things into a new perspective. Needless to say, I am so grateful for the life I have been given!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
I have the worst experiences in the Hyvee checkout...
So the other night, I stopped by Hyvee (the janky one on University) to pick up some fruit. I got in line behind a gourd-shaped woman who was buying nine single serving frozen lasagnas. She paid with her credit card and the checkout guy said to her, "I need your Herbie Hancock, please." I caught the joke and chuckled silently to myself...the lasagna lady did not--her response was more along the lines of, "WHAAAAAAAAT." The checkout guy said, "I need your Herbie Hancock. It's a movie quote...from my favorite movie." By this time the woman was ignoring him so he looked to me for validation. However, I could not give it to him because I didn't know what movie it was from...I only knew that it was funny because it taking the more common phrase, "I need your John Hancock," which refers to the John Hancock who signed the Declaration of Independence, and confusing him with Herbie Hancock, the jazz pianist. And if I opened my mouth, the only thing that would come out was that explanation, which in turn would make the situation a hundred times more awkward because I'm pretty sure he just thinks it's funny because Herbie Hancock is kind of a funny name (I know it's wrong to assume...but, come on!) So I just stared at him, which is what I typically do when someone unexpectedly speaks to/acknowledges me....and then it was pretty painful when it was my turn to checkout. Man, I am laaaaaame.
Another terrible experience I had was during finals week last December. It was around midnight and I realized that I needed a binder for this portfolio thing and it was due at 8:00 the next morning, so I went to Hyvee. I got to the checkout and paid with my debit card. The guy working there looked at my name and said, "Whoa. I thought your name was Faith Hill at first. It would be so much cooler if your name was Faith Hill." I get comments like this ALL THE TIME, and they drive me insane but I normally just ignore it and walk away. However, this guy pressed the wrong button at the wrong time. The first thing that came out of my mouth (admittedly, it's the only thing I remember because the rest of the conversation is a blur....) was, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you!" And then I went off. I ripped him a new one. And he deserved it.
That's all for tonight. Today was pretty low key...got up, went to church, ate lunch, watched The Office, took a two hour nap, went for a walk, watched about four more hours of The Office and then updated my blog. It's weird to think that only three weeks ago I was preparing for finals...yeah summer!
Another terrible experience I had was during finals week last December. It was around midnight and I realized that I needed a binder for this portfolio thing and it was due at 8:00 the next morning, so I went to Hyvee. I got to the checkout and paid with my debit card. The guy working there looked at my name and said, "Whoa. I thought your name was Faith Hill at first. It would be so much cooler if your name was Faith Hill." I get comments like this ALL THE TIME, and they drive me insane but I normally just ignore it and walk away. However, this guy pressed the wrong button at the wrong time. The first thing that came out of my mouth (admittedly, it's the only thing I remember because the rest of the conversation is a blur....) was, "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you!" And then I went off. I ripped him a new one. And he deserved it.
That's all for tonight. Today was pretty low key...got up, went to church, ate lunch, watched The Office, took a two hour nap, went for a walk, watched about four more hours of The Office and then updated my blog. It's weird to think that only three weeks ago I was preparing for finals...yeah summer!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Nearly a week ago, something absolutely ridiculous happened to me. It was then I realized that I need to start a blog...to share the absurdities and shenanigans that occur (or have occurred) throughout my life. So, this blog is dedicated to stories....some amazing, some terrible, some fresh, some old. I will probably also use this for other updates--i.e. my trip to Ethiopia in July! As well as the occasional platform for some of my strong opinions and beliefs.
So I will begin with the event that started it all....Mother's Day 2012.
First, a little back story.
Earlier this winter, (January or February) I was pulled over by campus security for rolling through a stop sign and after seeing the contents of my backseat, he suspected I was a homeless person living out of my car. So for the remainder of the semester, and still to this day, I have endured endless jokes about being a homeless person and living out of my car (it's ok though...I think it's hilarious.)
On the morning of Mother's Day (a week ago from today,) my mother and brother noticed a random guy rummaging through the backseat of my car, which was parked along the street. My brother went out to talk to the guy (who was clearly still drunk from the night before)--the conversation went as follows:
"Uh, hey man, what are you doing?"
"Is this--is this your car?"
"No...it's my sister's...."
"Oh well, I, uh, I think I slept in this car last night....but I woke up in the grass? And now I don't know where I am!"
The conversation was then cut off by my mother running into the front yard. When the guy saw her coming, he showed her his pockets and said, "I have nothing!!" She then told him to go away and he wandered off down the street.
I missed all of this because I was in the shower.
My brother then started looking my car to see if he could find what the guy was looking for...and his found his cell phone, which was a really nice Android. He brought it inside and my mom told him to just leave on the counter and deal with it when we got back from church.
So we went to church, and laughed about the situation the entire way there. Afterward, we went out for lunch and got home at around 1:30. We then remembered we still had this phone and decided the best thing to do was to return the phone. So I took it and after leaving a pretty nasty facebook status, I texted the guy's 20 most recent contacts (including "Guy Starting Shit.") The message I sent was somewhere along the lines of, "The owner of this phone helped himself to the shelter of my car last night and left his phone in the backseat. Please let him know that I have the found and want to return it to him." Almost immediately the phone blew up, with texts...mostly saying "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh ryan" (apparently his name was Ryan,) and "I have no idea who this person is." Then I received a call from Alonzo who had just found Ryan literally minutes before (pretty sure that fool was wondering the streets of Cedar Falls for nearly four hours!) and I invited them to come pick the phone up from our house. A few minutes later, a Volkswagen SUV pulls into our driveway and out come the two broliest of bros. They both had ginormous studs in their ears and were clearly on steroids. Alonzo was wearing this nasty little black tank top and Ryan smelled terrible. It was pretty obvious Ryan was feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed about the situation (as he should have) and he awkwardly thanked me but also apologized for sleeping in my car (which still smelled like vodka.) I gave him his phone and he informed me that it was a $700 phone and he just got it a few days beforehand and did not have insurance. Overall, it was a satisfying interaction, although I regret not taking a photo with him to further add to his shame.
So there you have it. Story #1. More to come!
So I will begin with the event that started it all....Mother's Day 2012.
First, a little back story.
Earlier this winter, (January or February) I was pulled over by campus security for rolling through a stop sign and after seeing the contents of my backseat, he suspected I was a homeless person living out of my car. So for the remainder of the semester, and still to this day, I have endured endless jokes about being a homeless person and living out of my car (it's ok though...I think it's hilarious.)
On the morning of Mother's Day (a week ago from today,) my mother and brother noticed a random guy rummaging through the backseat of my car, which was parked along the street. My brother went out to talk to the guy (who was clearly still drunk from the night before)--the conversation went as follows:
"Uh, hey man, what are you doing?"
"Is this--is this your car?"
"No...it's my sister's...."
"Oh well, I, uh, I think I slept in this car last night....but I woke up in the grass? And now I don't know where I am!"
The conversation was then cut off by my mother running into the front yard. When the guy saw her coming, he showed her his pockets and said, "I have nothing!!" She then told him to go away and he wandered off down the street.
I missed all of this because I was in the shower.
My brother then started looking my car to see if he could find what the guy was looking for...and his found his cell phone, which was a really nice Android. He brought it inside and my mom told him to just leave on the counter and deal with it when we got back from church.
So we went to church, and laughed about the situation the entire way there. Afterward, we went out for lunch and got home at around 1:30. We then remembered we still had this phone and decided the best thing to do was to return the phone. So I took it and after leaving a pretty nasty facebook status, I texted the guy's 20 most recent contacts (including "Guy Starting Shit.") The message I sent was somewhere along the lines of, "The owner of this phone helped himself to the shelter of my car last night and left his phone in the backseat. Please let him know that I have the found and want to return it to him." Almost immediately the phone blew up, with texts...mostly saying "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh ryan" (apparently his name was Ryan,) and "I have no idea who this person is." Then I received a call from Alonzo who had just found Ryan literally minutes before (pretty sure that fool was wondering the streets of Cedar Falls for nearly four hours!) and I invited them to come pick the phone up from our house. A few minutes later, a Volkswagen SUV pulls into our driveway and out come the two broliest of bros. They both had ginormous studs in their ears and were clearly on steroids. Alonzo was wearing this nasty little black tank top and Ryan smelled terrible. It was pretty obvious Ryan was feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed about the situation (as he should have) and he awkwardly thanked me but also apologized for sleeping in my car (which still smelled like vodka.) I gave him his phone and he informed me that it was a $700 phone and he just got it a few days beforehand and did not have insurance. Overall, it was a satisfying interaction, although I regret not taking a photo with him to further add to his shame.
So there you have it. Story #1. More to come!
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