The Day Allie J Ruined the Day

Something happened to me today that has never happened to me before.

"You did long division?"

Close, but no.
I stood some one up. Totally on accident, but still- how UNAWESOME is that?
Until this day in history, I have been an incredibly punctual person- always setting alarms, leaving enough time, etc. Ok- so this friend and I had planned on going to church together for Easter, and I wanted to go to the 8:30 service because that's what I'm used to. He was going to pick me up at 8:12 and everything was going to go swimmingly.

Or so I thought.

Turns out that after you set the alarm for the correct time, you actually have to push the button to turn it on.
If I could go back in time to any moment in history or in my life, THAT would be it.

So I'm lolling around in my bed this morning and I'm like, "It sure is light out for 7 am, but you know with the time change, it gets lighter earlier..." and I look at the clock.
8:21. HFC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And since I turn my phone on silent when I go to sleep, I had multiple missed calls that I didn't even hear. I called him, and he was already on his way after I had so rudely stood him up.

On a scale of 1 to Hate, I REALLY HATED how this morning turned out. And it was such a beautiful day for Easter, too!

At 8:23, I actually considered slipping into my Easter dress and speeding just so he wouldn't have to go alone, but I didn't think it would be appropriate to walk into church 10-15 minutes late.

So instead of going to church, I mentally harassed myself whilst fixing up the Accounting Association banner. It was lacking some letters, so I bought some felt yesterday and reattached some letters and reinforced some others.

Look at me- being a dedicated member to this organization!




















The picture of my actual work can be viewed in the previous post, and I double doggy triple dare you (so now you HAVE to do it) to try and guess which letters I created and sewed on myself. Hint: I did 2. Leave your guesses as comments. And I wanted the banner as my thumbnail for when I advertise my blog today, but Facebook won't allow me to advertise the pictures in the newest post, so I have to do it one behind. Oh, how I confuse my readers just for my marketing schemes. But you know what they say- you can't spell marketing without lace.

Ooh- that was a big hint. You gotta watch out for those.

And while we're talking about relationships and how I'm good at ruining them, let me tell you about a paradigm shift that's going on in my life right now. For all my non-accounting readers, which is roughly 75% of you, please just bear with me.

In the past for me, relationships kind of worked like net present value and the time value of money. It was like the more time you spent with the other person and the more time put into the relationship, the more valuable it would be.
I'm starting to rethink this analysis, but unfortunately, we haven't covered anything in accounting yet that illustrates this as nicely as the last one.
I now am finding that yes, time spent does build relationships, but it's not the sole building block OR determinant in how valuable it is. I have a best friend that I've known since second grade, and I have a best friend that I've met this semester. And since they are both best, the NPV is irrelevant!

If it were a cost, it would be sunk, and it would be ignored in any further analysis.
Managerial accounting ftw!

So that's my latest outlook on life.
And I just realized I'm still wearing my bathing suit.
Which reminds me of a true story:

I went to the pool today, and there were a few children in there when I arrived. I put down my things, spread out my towel, and I'm laying there eating candy and writing (because that's what I do) and I hear and see the children whispering and looking at me, and one of the girls says, "She's..." and then mumbled something. So I look at them and say, "I'm what?"
And one of them says, "You're pretty!"
And I was like awwwwwwwwwww, thanks! And I wanted to offer them some candy because I hear that children like that sort of thing, but then I realized how creepy it would be, and since I'm not Pedobear, I refrained.

But that was something. And then I tried to look at myself from their perspective, and then I realized that I still want to learn to surf. It was a dream of mine long ago that vanished when I made up my mind to not live on the coast. But now the dream has been resurrected in me (like Jesus!), and so perhaps one day I will. Maybe Brother-In-Law could teach me the same time he teaches his son.
I'd be the coolest aunt ever.

Also, I've lost weight. I used to be a barely-healthy 120, but now, confirmed by Mike's scale, I'm a borderline anorexic 114. This is NOT GOOD. I used to love to eat 5 mini meals a day! Then again, I've been super busy and stressy. Not like that's any excuse, but it's the best up with which I could come. I've been very unlike myself recently- oversleeping/being a jerk-face, not eating every hour, having no discipline to study over playing guitar. I wish myself would come back to me. I need to write myself a letter telling myself so. Letters tend to solve so many problems.

Dear Self,

Please start being normal again. I miss you and the way you used to get 8 hours of sleep at night. Start eating lunch at a normal time again- even if that means stuffing your face while your group is trying to put together a presentation on Tuesday! Start studying for your tests next week- the lucky green pencil can only do so much!
I'm begging you to change your behavior to your good old ways. If you do not return to normalcy, you would no longer be Allie J, and I cannot exist without you! Please- for your sake and mine!

Sincerely,
Me

Well, that was about the creepiest thing I've ever done. That was almost as creepy as what I did Thursday night.

"What did you do Thursday night?"

I'm so glad you asked!
I used to think that people were completely full of dookey when they told me to practice public speaking in front of a mirror. But Thursday night I was practicing my open mic night stuff (I'll actually be performing in 49 hours. Not like that's anything to freak out about...), and I was like- HEY! I wonder what I look like when I perform! So I changed into the nice dress I'll be wearing for it and then I wheeled my swivel chair over to my tall mirrors and serenaded myself in order to simulate performance. It was a good experience because now I know what everyone else will see, but it was kind of creepy looking myself in the eyes and saying, "If we're both not married by 22, can I be so bold and ask you?"

I'd so say yes, too. HA.

Not really. I'd need me to be a boy.

If you say no, then no it will be,
T.T.