Nervous?

If you are ever nervous about asking someone out, do not decide to try to use your university's internet database of communication to do so. Most university's have unbelievable issues with these said modes of communication that combines grade, tuition, enrollment, course information, class documents, and quick reference email lists. So, I was at a do or die situation where I needed to email this person if I stood a chance.

So I go through the system, and go to my class list. Select the persons name, and click send. This system has teh capability for mass emailing topics to your course. The way the system works is often you select the names you do not wish the email to go to, and it bulk emails everyone else. And the lists look very similar to selectingthe individual to receive the email. I came hom elater that night to open up my email account associated with the university, to find the message I had sent to the person in my inbox. Why would I get it if I sent it to him?

I had sent the email to the entire Pop Literature course. Now, I have a sense of humour I do. And I laughed at myself for a solid 4 hours after bulk emailing everyone.



Later that day, I decide to do a monthly fill the mother in phone call home. Home ends upbeing an answering machine so I call her cell, which serves also as a work phone. I tell her about what I have been up to, and decide to tell her about me mass emailing everyone. In the background I hear someone laughing, my sister who happens to also work with my mother at a realestate firm. And then I realized. I was on speaker phone. I sheepishly end the conversation, she of course wishes me a good day and a I love you. Mine came out a bit sarcastic that day, but for good cause, she could have stopped me.

The story continues. I decide to do an experiment on this email thing and try the same process with a friend. Turns out, it was not mass emailed. Praise the deity of your choosing! So I end up talkign to this lovely fellow later in the week through facebook or something as silly and he starts going on about a crush he has on a person, and so, Joe takes in a breath and moves on. How does joe do this? (Why am I talking in 3rd person?) I decide to rant relationship problems regarding my ex to him and go through a whole emotional arc just for the fun of it, and scared the poor guy away. Roughly around the same time I fille din another person of interest in my extreme means of creation process and equally scared him off. Am I too intense, mayhaps, but hey in the end, whomever I end up with has to be ready for it. so may as well start early!

Times to Talk

I was peeing. Yes, I usually hate speaking of topics that have anything to do with bodily fluids because they are a cop out for humour and are usually brainless and simply gross or just uninteresting. However, I was peeing.

I had only turned the light on to the washroom, so I could see of course. And shut the door of my small bathroom unit that is attached to our kitchen. The door sits a solid inch off the ground, so it is hardly sound proof.

I was midst one of those releases that you realize halfway through, you wish You were sitting. Those with penis in tow know the pros and cons of standing verses sitting while peeing, and standing usually is best for On The Go. However, my bad, I should have sat but I wasn't about to do the awkward hold and spin squat to get down on the seat. So that was problem one, problem two. My roommate comes up to the door and starts talking to me about Shawshank Redemption and how I would enjoy this film. Apparantly it came on television while I embarked on my journey.Now, he continued on regarding the scenography, acting, and story. I'm thinking: this toilet is very resonant, how is he missing this very blatant fact that I have my hands a tad full for conversation. So, because the sound alone is very embarassing, I decide to muff it out by turning on the bathroom fan which is obnoxiously loud. Now, the fan should have deterred conversation, but oh no. He continued, about what, sure as hell I do not know. I couldn't hear him anymore.

To fast forward to the end, I was done, and as I finished I shifted my weight to turn off the fan. And taht is when my footcrampo struck me. He finished his story, I washed my hands, massaged my foot, and limped out of the bathroom, to see him sitting at the kitchen table watching this famed film. I retired to my room for the night, and lamented on this situation that... I am positive has happened to others. The footcramp was a nice little twist I didn't see coming.

Oh, It had always been Under There ... Underwear?

One Night Friendly Stands. When you find out after one of these said evenings, that your favourite underwear is missing, do not immediately assume the person has taken it by sheer accident or excitement. The awkward text messages and emails that follow truly are landmarks of rash judgement. After 3 emails in, I found my covetted underwear between two text books, as well as a pair he left. This made the initial email a bit less awkward, having a common thread, however it's life's little tables have turned moments, that are fantastic.

Disclaimer

How this lovely little blog life is going to go is in whatever order the stories are remembered, and or occured. There is in no way a deep thread here, more so a moment catching sort of storytelling. If you want a sincere blog on my life, that may come at a later date. As for now, enjoy some of the "uniquely I" incidents I get myself into, void of most intelligence, and great prose.