(August 29, 2011)
As you may already be aware, I attempted to send you not one, but two things this week that did not successful get to you. Grumble. The first was a meme of a fifties era woman that said, in big letters, "My soul was removed to make room for all this sarcasm." I contemplated posting it on facebook, before realizing that the number one person who ought to see it is in fact in Norway, and also not allowed on facebook. Quite a shame. That one turned into a truly enormous stream of text, for some inexplicable reason (or perhaps explicable if you understand anything about the internet other than how to facebook, email, and google things. But, you know...) Similarly, a shame.
The second was actually a video of me prattling on about random things. I thought you might find it entertaining. But alas, I prattle for far too long and it didn't attach to my message. That's what you're missing out on this week. My bad :P In the future, I shall attempt to send you things that you shall actually receive.
I've moved into my new apartment, finally. Yay!! I don't think that I informed you of this fact, but I definitely didn't find this place until, oh, two weeks ago? At the earliest? To give you an idea of how insane it is that I didn't know where I'd live during fall semester until mid-August: most people shop housing at the end of winter semester. So, March and early April. Yeah. Procrastination. My favorite vice :) Basically, I was pretty certain that I'd just have to live in a box, because it would be preferable to all the available housing I was capable of finding. But huzzah for people who change their minds about plans for fall semester, because it means that they sell their contracts!! So yes, I'm here among five other girls I'd never met before. They seem quite nice, actually. And the girl who's actually in my room with me seems very nice indeed. Of course, it's always hard to tell, because everyone's nice right off....but I have high hopes for these.
Other news, I have the top bunk once again. I had one my freshman year. Luckily, I'm in far less danger of smacking my face on the ceiling in this one (as I did, once or twice, two years ago [geez, freshman year was two years ago....why am I old......]), but there's no guardrail on my bunk. Which shouldn't be a problem. But I very nearly fell off already, going to sleep last night. That was my first night. Will keep you posted on that one :P
Monday, January 2, 2012
Seattle is Cooler than You
(August 22, 2011)
I'm super introspective at present because I've been reading a lot of blogs. I am lame, and you are jealous. Also, I'm typing this in the black of my sister's apartment from her couch, so my world is essentially a glowing computer screen and the silhouettes of my satisfyingly rapidly typing hands and nothing else. Don't know why I'm sharing any of this other than the fact that for some reason, I don't particularly want to go to bed.
Really, this entire extension email is likely indeed to be a bunch of things about which you care very little. Preparation on your end is key :)
I went to dinner at the Seattle Yacht club tonight. I have a crazy food baby named the Captain now. Or I did, I suppose, that was several hours ago that I was dying from the marvelousness of my fish and chips. My family feeds me WAY too much on vacation. It's one of the many annoying things about having a lovely twiglet for a sister; nobody worries about feeding themselves massive meals three times a day, because Pez eats basically whatever she wants. I'm totally not eating for a week after I get back to Provo.
Total lie, I love food way too much.
But I'm getting up super early tomorrow for what is supposedly the best french toast in the entire freaking world. I've had leftovers of said gustatory gloriousness, and must say, it's possible that this is the case. We're also going to the Space Needle and Seattle Experience Music project or somesuch, for which I'm incredibly excited. Not least because Frank Gehry designed the building of the latter and he's nuts in a marvelous fashion. I've yet to be fortunate enough to enter any building of his.
Also, we may be going back to the Seattle Aquarium tomorrow :) Have I mentioned my peculiar, enormous, and essentially unfounded love for aquariums? I could spend all my time in aquariums. All of it. The blue light, and the smooth, vaguely otherworldliness of fish, and the greatness and I really just fail at the clean, epically poetic description that is escaping my dextrous fingers at present. Gah. May I never, ever attempt creative writing. Haha, I just love aquariums. I beg my parents to make a stop anytime we're going somewhere remotely water-adjacent. I've consequently been to a butt load of aquariums. This is epically important information that I have no reason to share with you. Hahaha. Please don't hate me for writing you drivel....I'm sure even missionary life isn't so boring as to render that last paragraph entertaining by comparison.
I shall attempt to corral my thoughts in a more hilarious direction:
Like dinner with Carly, your mother, and your sisters. Alexa kills me. Your mother said that she refuses to allow any of her children but Brittany to procreate after watching Alexa laugh at a child who fell.
Alexa's response, "Oh, come on....you know when kids fall....and it's just...funny?"
She then proceeded to relate a story of a child who went spectacularly spiraling off a tramp to land facedown in the grass. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha. Perhaps I'm similarly not qualified to have children. I told your mom, when she was listing off the lack of qualifications her children have for parenthood, that I was fairly certain that you do better with children than I do. Have we discussed the fact that little children hate me? Because they totally do. Little boys especially.
Mystery, that.
I think I should probably sleep now. I don't want to. But I should.
I'm super introspective at present because I've been reading a lot of blogs. I am lame, and you are jealous. Also, I'm typing this in the black of my sister's apartment from her couch, so my world is essentially a glowing computer screen and the silhouettes of my satisfyingly rapidly typing hands and nothing else. Don't know why I'm sharing any of this other than the fact that for some reason, I don't particularly want to go to bed.
Really, this entire extension email is likely indeed to be a bunch of things about which you care very little. Preparation on your end is key :)
I went to dinner at the Seattle Yacht club tonight. I have a crazy food baby named the Captain now. Or I did, I suppose, that was several hours ago that I was dying from the marvelousness of my fish and chips. My family feeds me WAY too much on vacation. It's one of the many annoying things about having a lovely twiglet for a sister; nobody worries about feeding themselves massive meals three times a day, because Pez eats basically whatever she wants. I'm totally not eating for a week after I get back to Provo.
Total lie, I love food way too much.
But I'm getting up super early tomorrow for what is supposedly the best french toast in the entire freaking world. I've had leftovers of said gustatory gloriousness, and must say, it's possible that this is the case. We're also going to the Space Needle and Seattle Experience Music project or somesuch, for which I'm incredibly excited. Not least because Frank Gehry designed the building of the latter and he's nuts in a marvelous fashion. I've yet to be fortunate enough to enter any building of his.
Also, we may be going back to the Seattle Aquarium tomorrow :) Have I mentioned my peculiar, enormous, and essentially unfounded love for aquariums? I could spend all my time in aquariums. All of it. The blue light, and the smooth, vaguely otherworldliness of fish, and the greatness and I really just fail at the clean, epically poetic description that is escaping my dextrous fingers at present. Gah. May I never, ever attempt creative writing. Haha, I just love aquariums. I beg my parents to make a stop anytime we're going somewhere remotely water-adjacent. I've consequently been to a butt load of aquariums. This is epically important information that I have no reason to share with you. Hahaha. Please don't hate me for writing you drivel....I'm sure even missionary life isn't so boring as to render that last paragraph entertaining by comparison.
I shall attempt to corral my thoughts in a more hilarious direction:
Like dinner with Carly, your mother, and your sisters. Alexa kills me. Your mother said that she refuses to allow any of her children but Brittany to procreate after watching Alexa laugh at a child who fell.
Alexa's response, "Oh, come on....you know when kids fall....and it's just...funny?"
She then proceeded to relate a story of a child who went spectacularly spiraling off a tramp to land facedown in the grass. Bahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha. Perhaps I'm similarly not qualified to have children. I told your mom, when she was listing off the lack of qualifications her children have for parenthood, that I was fairly certain that you do better with children than I do. Have we discussed the fact that little children hate me? Because they totally do. Little boys especially.
Mystery, that.
I think I should probably sleep now. I don't want to. But I should.
Typing with Guitar in Lap
(August 14, 2011)
I'm sitting at my dad's very new computer with his very old twelve string in my lap and kind of playing this while I type this. It's difficult. Unsurprisingly. Why don't I put it down, you may ask? An excellent question. One that I similarly unsurprisingly can't answer for you. Just thought you should know how awesome and musical I am and more, you should be impressed that I'm learning to play a lot of songs on the guitar just by listening to them. And when I say "learning to play", I mean "messing about with a passable rendition of", but I expect exclamations of wonder nonetheless.
Other things that you should note, my brain is flipping subjects at the speed of light. No, that's giving it too much credit. I'm wandering aimlessly from less-than-groundbreaking thought to less-than-groundbreaking thought at a rather unusually brisk pace for aimless wandering. A glorified, acute ADD. So, as with many of my previous emails, understand that this one is not going to be Pulitzer-worthy. And really scatterbrained. But at least I moved the twelve string.
As to Nate: more developments on that front. But first:
Rebuttal A - " I do, honestly believe that you didn't think any of them would reciprocate." I actually wanted to copy all of your Example A, but that would have been kind of dumb and this sums things up nicely. I wanted to paste the entire thing in here because that was easily the scariest knowledge you have ever displayed of the inner workings of my brain. Ever. The little quote you posted about what I thought as I flirted with boys? I can say with roughly ninety percent accuracy that I've thought almost those precise words to myself before. I can't imagine why you thought saying it was rude. It was one hundred percent true. I absolutely didn't think anyone I flirted with would reciprocate. I'd say that I'm still certain of that, but considering the way you worded that, I'm having doubts.
Rebuttal B - "So sticking only with examples you, yourself have acknowledged, we have....Vargo." SACRILEGE. I DID NOT FLIRT WITH VARGO.
Rebuttal C,D, and E - You may be right. And deeply hilarious. My only defense is that I still assume that the strongest reaction I'll ever get from the average boy is attraction. Not actual liking to an extent that would leave them hurt, should they discover that I flirt for fun.
Rebuttal F - "To guys, there is rarely funsies. There is generally purpose." Ha, well I know that. I think it's kind of hilarious how enormously different boys and girls are in this regard. Bahahaha I even have very recent examples. I love that boys will take any provocation, and I mean ANY, to believe that a girl is into them (this is less the case for shyer boys, but given the right kind of flirting, those fall prey to this as well). "Dude, she touched my arm....she wants me so bad." "She smiled at me when we were talking. She wants me so bad." Or even, and I will grant you that this is less stupid, "She was flirting with me. Even I could tell she was flirting with me. Dude. She is obviously obsessed with me to a disturbing, stalkerish extent." (Cough Colton-Matheson-after-our-first-encounter cough). Whereas girls are constantly, constantly looking for reasons to believe that boys aren't interested. Hahaha Jackie, my roommate, has been driving me mad even as she makes me laugh by talking about this boy for hours on end and how he obviously just wants to be friends. This kid has been texting her every day, calling her every day, hanging out with her every night, and flirts with her. Definitely. But every night, she'd come home from hanging out with him and say, in stubborn opposition to my claims that he wants her, really bad, "We've been hanging out for three weeks and he hasn't held my hand!! He doesn't like me. It sucks." They kissed on Friday. Sigh. I'm always right. When will everyone learn? When? Ha, my other roommate, Winnie, has been similarly, annoyingly hilarious of late.
"Kristen, I'm giving up on this boy."
"Why, Win?"
"Because he keeps being busy. Which he might be, but if he really liked me, that wouldn't be a big deal."
"I'm sorry, that does suck. How long has he been busy?"
"Well, he hasn't asked me to hang out since Monday.."
"Winnie, it's noon on Wednesday."
"Gah, he doesn't like me...."
Sigh. You see? I mean, you probably already knew about this hilarious tendency of girls, but at least I wait a good several weeks before giving up. I was amusedly annoyed that my roommates had the privilege of giving up on boys who text them every day. Freak, I waited for Zander for two weeks. He didn't talk to me at all during that time. Obviously, he didn't like me enough to keep me, but even he liked me more than I was concerned he did at the time.
Did I have a point with all that sharing? Hmm....Can't remember. It's just funny.
Oh, actually, yes, I did. Which is that while I'm aware that boys are given to assume that girls want them when girls flirt with them, I'm afraid that I (at least used to) assume that guys making the assumption that I liked them wouldn't be a big deal. If they were right, well, meh, the lack of subtlety is nothing new from me. And I don't care overmuch if guys are aware I want them. I suck at game playing. As a deeply inconveniently placed tangent, if it seems like I'm playing games with a boy, it's because I'm not particularly certain as to my level of attraction to him. And he should run. RUN. Returning to my original thought, however, if boys are wrong in their assumptions re: my liking of them, than so what? Worst case scenario, they find me a little creepy, best case scenario, they get a bit of an ego boost. I don't often consider, as I should, that I could do some damage if the boy in question likes me.
Please expound on what, exactly, it was you wrote regarding my obnoxious oversharing as regards my boys. I'd really love to hear it :P
Haha and you were quite right about confusion borne of flirting being a horrible reason to do anything. Sadly, I didn't listen.
This is where I share the more as regards the Nate story. I hung out with him again last night. He is a perplexing human being. As stated a few paragraphs up, I've always known that if there's any level of confusion regarding my feelings on a boy, and there's a significant chance that he cares about what my feelings are towards him, I should extricate myself from his life tout de suite. Because "maybe" is a very dangerous word when it comes to me. I used to have very strong yes's or no's as regards whether or not I would date boys. I don't know that there was really anyone in high school that received a maybe. But the older I get, the more maybe's I meet.
But I was talking about Nate, wasn't I? hahaha.....I did the stupid almost kissing flirting again. We were much closer to kissing this time. Once again, I bless Nate's wisdom in not doing anything. I have no excuse. I do wish that he wouldn't egg me on. ("You just ruffled your hair because you know it looks sexy like that, didn't you? Gross." "Oh, my, DON'T look at me like that..." "Gah! You are way too good at that!") But I have no defense for my behavior. NONE. Lecture me. Lecture me, please. Maybe I'll listen to you. Even though I'm not listening to intelligent, makes good decisions Kristen. I should listen to that little voice that's ALWAYS right a little more often.
Ha, I'm exhausting myself. Perhaps this is how we'll go about it, exhausting ourselves and each other with the most present issues in our lives of late, because we wish to find answers but are uncertain how to get them. Of course, it's terrible of me to compare my petty stupid boy ness with your search for meaning, but you know....whatever. It's me. I'm insensitive.
I'm sitting at my dad's very new computer with his very old twelve string in my lap and kind of playing this while I type this. It's difficult. Unsurprisingly. Why don't I put it down, you may ask? An excellent question. One that I similarly unsurprisingly can't answer for you. Just thought you should know how awesome and musical I am and more, you should be impressed that I'm learning to play a lot of songs on the guitar just by listening to them. And when I say "learning to play", I mean "messing about with a passable rendition of", but I expect exclamations of wonder nonetheless.
Other things that you should note, my brain is flipping subjects at the speed of light. No, that's giving it too much credit. I'm wandering aimlessly from less-than-groundbreaking thought to less-than-groundbreaking thought at a rather unusually brisk pace for aimless wandering. A glorified, acute ADD. So, as with many of my previous emails, understand that this one is not going to be Pulitzer-worthy. And really scatterbrained. But at least I moved the twelve string.
As to Nate: more developments on that front. But first:
Rebuttal A - " I do, honestly believe that you didn't think any of them would reciprocate." I actually wanted to copy all of your Example A, but that would have been kind of dumb and this sums things up nicely. I wanted to paste the entire thing in here because that was easily the scariest knowledge you have ever displayed of the inner workings of my brain. Ever. The little quote you posted about what I thought as I flirted with boys? I can say with roughly ninety percent accuracy that I've thought almost those precise words to myself before. I can't imagine why you thought saying it was rude. It was one hundred percent true. I absolutely didn't think anyone I flirted with would reciprocate. I'd say that I'm still certain of that, but considering the way you worded that, I'm having doubts.
Rebuttal B - "So sticking only with examples you, yourself have acknowledged, we have....Vargo." SACRILEGE. I DID NOT FLIRT WITH VARGO.
Rebuttal C,D, and E - You may be right. And deeply hilarious. My only defense is that I still assume that the strongest reaction I'll ever get from the average boy is attraction. Not actual liking to an extent that would leave them hurt, should they discover that I flirt for fun.
Rebuttal F - "To guys, there is rarely funsies. There is generally purpose." Ha, well I know that. I think it's kind of hilarious how enormously different boys and girls are in this regard. Bahahaha I even have very recent examples. I love that boys will take any provocation, and I mean ANY, to believe that a girl is into them (this is less the case for shyer boys, but given the right kind of flirting, those fall prey to this as well). "Dude, she touched my arm....she wants me so bad." "She smiled at me when we were talking. She wants me so bad." Or even, and I will grant you that this is less stupid, "She was flirting with me. Even I could tell she was flirting with me. Dude. She is obviously obsessed with me to a disturbing, stalkerish extent." (Cough Colton-Matheson-after-our-first-encounter cough). Whereas girls are constantly, constantly looking for reasons to believe that boys aren't interested. Hahaha Jackie, my roommate, has been driving me mad even as she makes me laugh by talking about this boy for hours on end and how he obviously just wants to be friends. This kid has been texting her every day, calling her every day, hanging out with her every night, and flirts with her. Definitely. But every night, she'd come home from hanging out with him and say, in stubborn opposition to my claims that he wants her, really bad, "We've been hanging out for three weeks and he hasn't held my hand!! He doesn't like me. It sucks." They kissed on Friday. Sigh. I'm always right. When will everyone learn? When? Ha, my other roommate, Winnie, has been similarly, annoyingly hilarious of late.
"Kristen, I'm giving up on this boy."
"Why, Win?"
"Because he keeps being busy. Which he might be, but if he really liked me, that wouldn't be a big deal."
"I'm sorry, that does suck. How long has he been busy?"
"Well, he hasn't asked me to hang out since Monday.."
"Winnie, it's noon on Wednesday."
"Gah, he doesn't like me...."
Sigh. You see? I mean, you probably already knew about this hilarious tendency of girls, but at least I wait a good several weeks before giving up. I was amusedly annoyed that my roommates had the privilege of giving up on boys who text them every day. Freak, I waited for Zander for two weeks. He didn't talk to me at all during that time. Obviously, he didn't like me enough to keep me, but even he liked me more than I was concerned he did at the time.
Did I have a point with all that sharing? Hmm....Can't remember. It's just funny.
Oh, actually, yes, I did. Which is that while I'm aware that boys are given to assume that girls want them when girls flirt with them, I'm afraid that I (at least used to) assume that guys making the assumption that I liked them wouldn't be a big deal. If they were right, well, meh, the lack of subtlety is nothing new from me. And I don't care overmuch if guys are aware I want them. I suck at game playing. As a deeply inconveniently placed tangent, if it seems like I'm playing games with a boy, it's because I'm not particularly certain as to my level of attraction to him. And he should run. RUN. Returning to my original thought, however, if boys are wrong in their assumptions re: my liking of them, than so what? Worst case scenario, they find me a little creepy, best case scenario, they get a bit of an ego boost. I don't often consider, as I should, that I could do some damage if the boy in question likes me.
Please expound on what, exactly, it was you wrote regarding my obnoxious oversharing as regards my boys. I'd really love to hear it :P
Haha and you were quite right about confusion borne of flirting being a horrible reason to do anything. Sadly, I didn't listen.
This is where I share the more as regards the Nate story. I hung out with him again last night. He is a perplexing human being. As stated a few paragraphs up, I've always known that if there's any level of confusion regarding my feelings on a boy, and there's a significant chance that he cares about what my feelings are towards him, I should extricate myself from his life tout de suite. Because "maybe" is a very dangerous word when it comes to me. I used to have very strong yes's or no's as regards whether or not I would date boys. I don't know that there was really anyone in high school that received a maybe. But the older I get, the more maybe's I meet.
But I was talking about Nate, wasn't I? hahaha.....I did the stupid almost kissing flirting again. We were much closer to kissing this time. Once again, I bless Nate's wisdom in not doing anything. I have no excuse. I do wish that he wouldn't egg me on. ("You just ruffled your hair because you know it looks sexy like that, didn't you? Gross." "Oh, my, DON'T look at me like that..." "Gah! You are way too good at that!") But I have no defense for my behavior. NONE. Lecture me. Lecture me, please. Maybe I'll listen to you. Even though I'm not listening to intelligent, makes good decisions Kristen. I should listen to that little voice that's ALWAYS right a little more often.
Ha, I'm exhausting myself. Perhaps this is how we'll go about it, exhausting ourselves and each other with the most present issues in our lives of late, because we wish to find answers but are uncertain how to get them. Of course, it's terrible of me to compare my petty stupid boy ness with your search for meaning, but you know....whatever. It's me. I'm insensitive.
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