Define: WHAM.

I just walked out to the kitchen, but I forgot to take my cell phone or something with me to see (I didn't want to turn the light n cause I think Mallori is sleeping on the couch), so I kind of felt my way to the kitchen door frame. I finally found the wall, and saw the blinking lights from the wireless router beyond, so I knew I was there.

I moved another step to the right because the wall was still right in front of me, and the light disappeared. I thought, 'That's weird, the cabinet door must be open or something and it's blocking the light.'

Then I took a step forward and bashed into the sliding door.

Someone shut it, except for the last like, six inches. Just enough for me to see through it at an angle, but not realize it was nine-tenths of the way shut.


Brilliant.

Define: Nearly Crushed

I just looked through my old posts, and saw something about when JD and Becca dropped a boat on me. I don't think I ever properly told that story.
(I also came across this, which I had completely forgotten about and when I remembered, it was hilarious.)


Last summer, I did the Bible stories for day camps. One day, the story was about Jesus calming the storm. I thought it would be cool to have props (as I had been making the other counselors act out the stories), so Todd, JD and I dragged a rowboat over to where I would be telling the story.

I thought it went really well, I splashed water on the counselors (wind and waves, right? Just making it more believable.), which they were not thrilled about (not my fault it was cold. Plus I thought the shrieks added to the overall effect.).

After we were finished, Becca, JD and I went to put the boat back. At SBC, there's this boat rack thing. There are two long pieces of wood a few feet off the ground, and the boats are flipped upside down on top of them for storage.

My plan was to take the boat out into the water, flip it, and put it up, like you do after you've used it for actual boating. This was not JD's plan.

We carried the boat to the rack, but it was backwards. JD put the nose down and started flipping it over. I quietly said that I didn't really think this was a good idea, but we braved on. Until the boat was vertical. Then I mentioned that it was going to crash over onto the boat rack. To which JD said someone should go to the other side and lower it down. Since he and Becca were busy holding the boat, that left me.

I, again, said I didn't think this was a good idea. But I went to the other side, and they started tilting the boat towards me. And just a few seconds in, I knew I could not hold it.

"Guys, guys, it's too heavy GUYS!" And then there was a boat falling on me.

I dropped to the ground, but my elbow got crushed between the falling boat and the one already on the rack next to it. I pushed the boat off, then laid on the ground, cradling my arm.

The first thing Becca did was look under the boats and laugh. She still says, "The boat was falling, and then you were just gone, and I looked underneath and you were laying in the mud." I can laugh with her now. At the time...no.

I army crawled out from under the boats with one arm, sure that something on the other one was broken. It bruised immediately, and my whole arm was tingly for days.

And that is the story of the time my best friend dropped a boat on me.

Define: Owl City

I made these really cute owls today. I got the project plan from JoAnn's. I wanted to use scrapbook paper, but all of mine is with Becca. So I used construction paper. I finally found a few pieces of patterned paper, but none of them really matched the construction paper, so I only ended up making one owl with it. I still really like them though. :)




(Yes, the brown one has awkward tiny feet. It was the first one I made.)


Jamin introduced me to Owl City a while back, and I really like it. It seems that it's started catching on around here, as a bunch of Facebook statuses have mentioned it, and there's a song on Home.fm.


I've got an appointment at Douglas J. tomorrow to get my registration stuff all figured out. I'm pretty nervous.

I applied to Kohl's. I haven't heard anything, but they did sign me up for their e-mail newsletter.
Thanks, but I wanted a job...

Define: Courage

I have been trying to begin this story for about five minutes, and I just can't think of a good way to do it. So I'm going to just jump right in.

Yesterday I went to the grocery store with my cousin. We went through the self-scan line, I paid with a $20 bill, and we left. On the way back home, we stopped at the bank, and I pulled out the money that was left. There were three $1 bills. Which I thought was really weird, because the last time I had looked at the total, it was $11 something, and only one or two things had been scanned after that. I added up the items, and sure enough, it was off. Then the last item caught my eye. A six-pack of Sprite. Which was not purchased. Alexis had scanned one bottle of Sprite, and we'd been charged for five more.

This is why I am telling you this story: I would never, ever, ever, in a million years think of going back and getting it fixed. I am terrified of confrontation/disputes/people I don't know/etc. And if I was forced into it, I would never, never, never ever go alone.
But yesterday, I did both of those things.

It may seem silly, but I was so proud of myself. I didn't even freak out and start hyperventilating or anything. I guess I just decided that paying $4.85 for one bottle of Sprite was not okay, and I took care of it. It was glorious.




On a different note, I had a dream last night that Target had called to tell me I was working from 7 to 10. About an hour into working, I remembered that they didn't hire me. Unfortunately, I woke up before I had the chance to go ask them what was going on.

Define: Foot in mouth (I think. I'm not entirely sure I fully grasp the meaning of that phrase.)

I don't know what made me think about it, but today I remembered doing something really stupid at camp.

At the beginning of the summer, one of the counselors told us that his mom had passed away when he was really little, and his dad had remarried. At family camp, he was pointing out his brother and sister to Becca and I. Using my fine skills of observation, I pointed out that his siblings had blonde, almost white hair, while his was brown. "What happened to you?" I asked, having completely forgotten about what he'd said at the beginning of the summer.

And then I remembered.

I apologized profusely, and he didn't act upset, but I'm still not entirely sure if it bothered him. I felt super bad and embarrassed. And still do.

Define: Pansy

Once when I was little, I had a can of orange pop in the car, and a few minutes after I had opened it, I realized there were smudges of blood where I had touched the window. Somehow I had sliced my finger opening the pop can. Since then, they have just freaked me out. If possible, I ask someone else to open it for me. Becca and Jamin can testify to this. I rarely open a can of pop if someone else is around that can do it for me.

That being said, the worst is when I have to do it myself and I've just cut my fingernails. At least when there's some nail, I can keep most of my finger off of it.

I'm pretty sure that the time I remember cutting myself is the only time I've ever cut myself, but it's weird how those things stick with you.

Define: Moving forward

Well, I didn't get the job at Target. Which, honestly, was a huge blow to my self-esteem. I mean, I like Target, I think it's a fairly nice store, but it's not THAT great. And they didn't want my help during their busiest time of the year? I know that I don't have any retail experience, but how hard would it be to train me? It made me feel pretty bad. I know that the interview wasn't spectacular, but I didn't think it was bad, either.

So I'm still looking for a job. Bath and Body Works is hiring seasonally, so that's my next stop, then Kohl's, then whatever I find next. It's nice to have more than one option. Both of those stores have locations in Jackson and Ann Arbor, so I'll probably apply to both. I am definitely not opposed to having more than one job. But I'm afraid that I'll end up with one in Jackson and one in Ann Arbor, and that's no good. I think I lean a little bit more towards wanting to work in Jackson, since that's closer to Spring Arbor, but I probably have more options in Ann Arbor. I told my dad last night that I could probably get my old job at Aggie's back really easily, but I am not that desperate. I hope I will not be that desperate. Ever.

I finally called to make an appointment to finish up my registration for beauty school. I think I've been putting it off because I know that once I sign up, I won't have the option to work at camp this summer, and I don't want to give that up. I know that I can't work there forever, but part of me still wants to.

No word from Higher One yet. I may ask for an update on how things are going. As soon as this is resolved, I'm closing my account there. This whole thing has been ridiculous.


It's time to fill out more applications.