The true deciding question. 08/24/2011
my Dad yesterday at Cedar Point
"Someday you'll bring a guy home.
(at this point I'm already rolling my eyes)
and I'll ask him all the important questions.."
"And then, I'll say 'Do you ride rollercoasters???'
and if he says no, I'm going and getting the shotgun."
Reflections, Day 4, part 2 08/01/2011
Needless to say, 15 stood in my way for like, ever. And then, he had the audacity to look back as he was leaving to see if he had any "cool" left. I'm like, Dude, your pride is on the floor in a puddle. Keep walking.
Dude, this lemonade could double as mustard gas. I don't think my esophagus made it through the first 3 ounces. It could kill a cat.
Dude, Scott, the cook has been working with Eli the past couple days. It's weird, wild, and wacky. Eli has a note that says "make sure you paint around the windows" on his cart. He always forgets. ;D
Oh, there's that LADY!
In other Gatehouse Garble..a grandpa just pushed his grand kids by on a luggage cart. His wife is throwing a fit at the desk.
There is a wedding today, (7-30-11) The guests are staying here. It's pouring down rain too. I feel sorry for the guy on the crutches. :'(
Poor Misty, that lady is irate, and it's no one's fault..
The cutest little boy just left my lobby! He looked about 3, had strawberry-blonde hair, and had the most adorable facial expressions. He and his parents were speaking a language I didn't recognize, or I would have said Hi. He kept pointing at my lemonade and saying something--I wish I knew what it was. Sooo Cute
In other Lobby Lollygagging, the volleyball team wasn't up till around 9:30, and they are currently out somewhere. Eli had to tell the coach to move his bus, or the dump truck wouldn't pick up the trash.
Around 10 minutes ago, I went to get some lemonade. It was already 10 past closing time, so I was in a rush. (breakfast didn't close until 25 past today. and this weird lady came down at like, 10:50, and convinced them to give her food)
anyway, I go in, and there are these two guys getting breakfast. They look around 18-19 and about 15. 15 has a wrist brace on his left hand, it looked like it was for carpel tunnel. He's standing in front of the juice machine. I want my lemonade.
19 hands 15 a plate of food. 15 grabs it with his bad hand.
(In my head) "You retard! How stupid are you?!?"
It was quite entertaining, as he started to cry out in pain, then realized there was a girl behind him and he had to act "cool." BIG emphasis on the quotes...
OH, look! there goes that guy who walked through my lobby yesterday...
I think he's wearing the same shirt. Ew. Pink Plaid Double Ew.
...so his brother (I assume) is watching him like, good luck with that...
and then just walks off, leaving his brother juggling.
He is wearing the same shirt. grody.
....To be continued.
RRLL, Day 3 07/29/2011
Hey, Hey, Hey!
I'm down here in my lovely lobby again. Technically it's called the "Gatehouse," but no one really cares.
The Courtyard next door is in full construction, they have the elevator shaft completely built, and the pool and hot tub poured. It's quite interesting to watch them build it every day.
A Volleyball team checked in today, I made friends with the coach. :D He's pretty cool. He's been asking me directions and local restaurants and such for a while. They didn't win today, but I'm under the impression they have another game(s) tomorrow. He's actually sitting on the couch in front of me talking atm. (I'm wearing my 2011 AA Championship T-Shirt. proud much? OH YEAH!)
I'm sitting at the high table with my laptop and my pre-calculus homework. Hopefully my dad will be ready to go for our walk soon, I need to go to Kroger, I have 3 sheets of paper left in my notebook. I have to use quad-ruled for pre-calc. That reminds me.
One of the girls in my class is fairly blonde, and our math teacher told her to get our her "graphs" she thought she said "grass." xD after that day, he would intermittently call it "graphs" or "grass" just to mess with her head. :D he's awesome, btw.
well, hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go.
Random Reflections of a Lobby Lurker, Day 2 07/27/2011
Well, today is Wednesday. W00t.
I can't really think of anything extremely catchy or funny to say about a Wednesday.
This Pre-Calculus is a nightmare to get back into, and the lobby music today is just plain WEIRD.
Small children kept me up all night. Their 8 week old sister is in the hospital for an unidentified viral infection, so they stayed the night with us. I kept waking up to feet in my face.. =s
I'm finding I'm less entertaining. I guess there just hasn't been much to report as of late. Mebbe I'll tell you some of what went on at camp.
Well, the first week, I went as a half camper, half counselor. My mom's girls (read more here) went, and I was their counselor, and the other girls in our cabin adopted me as their counselor. (think I've said "counselor" enough in that paragraph?)
So, the way our church camp works, their are 30 teenagers who volunteer their summer to work on staff. (many of my friends are on staff, and I most likely will be next year.) These teens come from all over the country, and their home church tipically sends campers as well (if that makes ANY sense)
Well, this one girl in my cabin, she was COMPLETELY in love with this guy on staff. Like, OBSESSED. (*note* she's 12. He's 16 anyone else see a problem here?!?)
She calls him "So-and-so." heh. I can think of better nicknames. much better.
Every single day.
"I played volleyball with so-and-so!"
*jerking my arm off of my torso* "SO-AND-SO is over THERE!!!
"I say 1, 4, 3, 5.. "I love you W****"
"W****'s my man and he knows it.
and like, the whole time, I'm thinking, you are TWELVE.
yeah, if you are already in love with this guy at 12, your teenage years are going to befun
and then the next week. there was another girl in love with the SAME guy.
but this girl I went to church with. and she's like, doing the silly school-girl grin. and going "I like a boo-oyy, I like a boo-yy"
@_@ <---rolling eyes.
I'm sorry if I come across cynical.
But I am cynical.
Random Reflections of a Lobby Lurker. 07/26/2011
First of all, I've been here so long I know everyone by name. Except for this one dude, ok, these two dudes, who are "new" in comparison to me.
If you have no clue what I'm talking about, I'm living in a hotel. My house=water damage. Check out my twitter page for shorter installments. Just search #iliveinahotel.
So, I'm doing pre-calculus in the lobby, and Eli comes and talks to me about calculators. First of all, you must know that Eli is fully awesome. Eli is one of the maintenance fellows at this fine establishment, but he is going to college at night. He is funny, has sandy-blonde hair, and is very determined. And he's just awesome. :D Him and his wife were going to come to my surprise party..(oh, yeah. I forgot to tell ya. my mom threw me a surprise party......surprise.)
..however, the got the date wrong. :/ *tear*
then, the computer repair guy comes, and tries to fix the lobby "business center" machine for the fifty bazillioneth time....with a funny little coal miner light on his head.
I drank some coffee. coffee is yummy. 0.0 <--that's my coffee face. ;)
and then, (HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!!)
that was a random burst of mirth.
it's just that the "and then...and then" reminded me of one night when I was talking to a friend of mine...and I was dramatically reciting the falling of food onto the floor...here, I'll put it little in... with appropriate black-outs, of COURSE. ;)
me: I had a fight with the kitchen floor. =S
(Nameless): Sounds fun.
I'd like a dramatic recitation of it.
me: well, I was standing in front of the fridge, (da-da-daaaa-DUM) and I saw what I wanted (DING!!) so, (oooWEEEOOOO!!!) I put it in the microwave (boom-boom clap) and poured myself somthing to drink (shwoosh!!) I then removed my food from the microwave, (beep-beep) and grabbed my drink. (thud)
then, (OH, MY!) the food I was holding precariously, (GASP) <it was hot, ok?>
flew forward out of my hand, and as i tried to grab it, <suspense> i spilled my tea!! (KAPOWW) then the floor and the mat were covered in garlic sauce and tea. and it was very sticky to clean up. THE END (TA-DA!!!) <applause>
me: thank you <bows> dramatic enough?
(Nameless): So dramatic
so that was why I cracked up. =P
so where was I??
I have this feeling like it doesn't matter where I was. This post is willing me to end it. So I shall conform to its wishes.
and with that, I bid you
Inside yourself 04/14/2011
Sometimes people ask why. Why are you quiet? Why don't you want to talk? Why are you sitting alone? You shrug it off with a nonchalance reply, such as "I'm tired," or "just because." They give you odd looks, and you know they can never hope to understand--because, the truth is, when you can leave the outside world, when you can receded inside of youself for a moment, when you are so lost in nothing that you are compelled to thought, it hurts less. Because, although the wounds are deep, you can dive deeper into your own subconscious, reducing the pain to minimal or none and you can rest for a moment. Sitting on the edge of a dark abyss, not willing to spend all of your life without a ray of hope. You climb out of that hole called life, and regain yourself for just long enough to gasp for air before being pushed back under by the firm, steel grip of reality.
I'm sick. and very weak. but I played an awesome volleyball game while sick, so that has to count for something, right?
"Fan Clubs" 11/25/2010
I have a predicament......
I might be the almost the only girl in my entire school who talks to boys...not flirting, mind you, just friendly conversation. however,the guys at my school are quite "doped"
how do i put this, there are some guys who, well they, they have a "fan club" of sorts....and it's growing...fast.
I can't exactly avoid them. the worst one sits right in front of me, one behind me the other a couple seats behind and over one.. and the "club" is growing. last count was....4 and that's just the confirmed ones. the ones that can't go 10min without saying "hey Kate, watch this."
trust me. I'm NOT exaggerating. my friends are beginning to help me hide.
at least they don't act like muffles name did. The guy STALKED me. literally. wouldn't be surprised if he had picts of me for while. he followed me around for a year and a half
*screams and hides*
who is Justin, why am I connected with him, and then it says I'm not???? SO CONFUSED....wait, is this the person I accepted the invite from just because, then canceled it b/c I really didn't know this person and it was kinda wierd? just search my inbox, it is the random person. so WHY is his thingy in my update list? wierd!!!
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.