Friday, April 22, 2011

Deceitful Air Fresheners

It hadn't rained all week, but when the day of the outside volunteer fair arrives, it pours. Of course it would. Not five minutes before I had to leave for work, the skies opened up and let out torrents of rain, and I stepped out to ride my bike home and thought, "Well, it's not going to get any drier."

So then I biked home in the cold April rain. The great thing was that there was no traffic. The bad thing was that everything got soaked- my calculator, my accounting notes (MY WORLD NO LONGER MAKES SENSE!), my underwear- everything. Biking in the rain is like swimming. I had to wipe my face off periodically to see where I was going, and I'd tear through big puddles spraying water all over myself. At one point, I was laughing because I felt like a kid running through a sprinkler again. And then there was lightning and thunder... I WAS a kid- running through God's sprinkler. Haha!

Then I locked up my bike and dripped into my apartment, shivering, and I see my air freshener on my desk, touting its "After the rain" scent. Ha- after the rain does NOT smell like tropical zinnias and dew-laden hibiscus. It smells like warm asphalt and mud. But I guess they wouldn't be selling too many air fresheners if they had truthful scents.

I then frantically dried my hair in an attempt to look like a decent volunteer in a short amount of time, and I'm on my way over there when I am informed that it was cancelled because of the rain.
10 minutes later, it was sunny.

Conclusion: Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant.

You know how I call Management class kindergarten? Maybe this will convince you: Yesterday, we COLORED in class. In groups of three, a person would draw something and pass it around every few seconds so that another person could add something else. It was a demonstration on how communication in groups is really important.
Just when you thought coloring was only for children.

And speaking of communication, I was looking up quotes the other day for a speech (don't worry- it wasn't my speech), but I came across a good page of quotes. And I don't normally like other people's quotes because they are typically super-lame and trite, but I did come across a few jewels that I shall now share with you:

"If you wouldn't write it and sign it, don't say it."
-Earl Wilson

"When you are arguing with a fool, make sure he isn't doing the same thing."
-Unknown

"Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep afterwards." [TRUE STORY]
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"Don't speak unless you can improve on the silence."
-Spanish Proverb

"Never miss a good chance to shut up."
-Will Rogers

As far as progress in the secret lace department (oooh- scandalous!), there is none, unless you count the uncanny similarities relating to religion. Then again, going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car.

In other news, I GOT A SCHOLARSHIP AT ACCOUNTING DAY!
Translation: I NO LONGER FEEL LIKE AN ABSOLUTE DRAIN ON MY PARENTS' RESOURCES!
And I finally finally finally feel like my hard work is paying off. Literally PAYING off. Accounting scholarships are based off of academics and not at all on your financial situation. Apparently, they see some potential in me.
Finally.

Yesterday I was in the kitchen eating a tangerine thinking about the antics of boys of a certain age, and I got that weird feeling that something was staring at me. I turn, and there are these two dead fish on the counter with their eyes looking right at me. It was creepy. One of my foreign roommates had left a couple of tilapia sitting out because I guess she had planned to cook it later.
But WHY do they have to buy the entire fish and not just the fillets? I'm not trying to be all crazy-vegetarian-PETA or anything, but when there's a face attached to it, you're going to have to chop it off and put it somewhere (unless you just really like to eat heads), and that's just unnecessarily disgusting.
In my opinion.
And then I finished my tangerine and went back to my room.

Remember trapper-keepers?

Here is a random picture that is a prequel to the next post. Its existence is explained there:


Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film,
T.T.

2 comments:

  1. "If you wouldn't write it and sign it, don't say it."
    I like that.

    Who buys tilapia with the head on??

    Your Georgia Accounting Southern Association sign has bad typography. Very bad. That's all I'll say.

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  2. TWAS NOT MY DESIGN. But I did think of you with the vertical letters. I only messed with the blue ones inside the book. It does look better without missing letters!

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