whilst at colorado cup this past year, i decided to help myself to our team supply of bagels during one of our longer breaks/byes during which we were changing fields.
so i pick out a nice lookin bagel and am super happy about the bagel and i take a big bite of it and as soon as i start to chew i realize that the bagel is really soggy from unknown liquid, and for some reason, i look up and make eye contact with the coach of another team who is about 5 feet away from me right as i spit out this huge bite of gross bagel into my hand.
i kind of freeze since this is a super weird thing to have made eye contact with a stranger while doing, and he gives me a disgusted look and i hurriedly throw away the bagel in the trash can.
luckily we had already played them so there was no need for further interaction between us ever again ever.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
I'm Not Creepy on Purpose, I Promise
A few years ago at YCC i was talking to one of my friends on the guys team's dad, and he was telling me about his "oldest daughter who also goes to UNC and is your year! do you know her? she majors in blahblahblah and does blahblah and whatnot"
i had no idea who she was, but being super NOT creepy i was like "oh cool ill look her up on facebook so i can recognize her and talk to her if i see her around on campus or something," which i dont consider thaaat weird considering i know her entire family..
so i find her on facebook or whatever and didnt really think anything of it until a few weeks later, when i am walking alone through the pit and some girl stops me and asks me if ive registered to vote yet.
i look up, and BAM its totally this guys daughter/my friend's sister. and so i, without thinking, am like "yeah ive registered. are you ***'s sister, *****??"
which obviously doesn't go well since we have never met and she has no idea who i am or how the actual fuck i know her name or what she looks like or that i know her whole family.
so she unsurprisingly thinks this is really creepy and is like ".....yes.... who are you? and how did you know that? and how do you know me?"
and i freak out cause i now realize how creepy it sounds to be like "your dad told me all these things about you and i know your brothers and then i looked you up on facebook" *insert non-creepy smile here*
so i stumble through some really horrible explanation of something along the lines of "oh. uh. well. i play frisbee with your brother and you came up cause i go here and you go here and i guess he must have shown me a family picture or something.. uh.. err.. yeah. well thanks for asking me if ive registered to vote"
and then i sort of ran away and havent seen her since! hooray new friendships!
i had no idea who she was, but being super NOT creepy i was like "oh cool ill look her up on facebook so i can recognize her and talk to her if i see her around on campus or something," which i dont consider thaaat weird considering i know her entire family..
so i find her on facebook or whatever and didnt really think anything of it until a few weeks later, when i am walking alone through the pit and some girl stops me and asks me if ive registered to vote yet.
i look up, and BAM its totally this guys daughter/my friend's sister. and so i, without thinking, am like "yeah ive registered. are you ***'s sister, *****??"
which obviously doesn't go well since we have never met and she has no idea who i am or how the actual fuck i know her name or what she looks like or that i know her whole family.
so she unsurprisingly thinks this is really creepy and is like ".....yes.... who are you? and how did you know that? and how do you know me?"
and i freak out cause i now realize how creepy it sounds to be like "your dad told me all these things about you and i know your brothers and then i looked you up on facebook" *insert non-creepy smile here*
so i stumble through some really horrible explanation of something along the lines of "oh. uh. well. i play frisbee with your brother and you came up cause i go here and you go here and i guess he must have shown me a family picture or something.. uh.. err.. yeah. well thanks for asking me if ive registered to vote"
and then i sort of ran away and havent seen her since! hooray new friendships!
The Saga of Bus Incidents
Bus Incident #1:
On my way home from class one day I decided to catch the bus outside of the student union. I got out of my building just in time to see the bus i needed pull up to the stop so i do the awkward run-with-a-full-backpack-on run in front of the group of people waiting for the bus just in time to catch it as it tries to pull away.
Which normally would be great, but the bus has already pulled a bit away from the curb.
i think i am lucky since there is a lot of traffic coming i decide to knock on the door to see if she will let me on anyway while she waits to pull into the road all the way.
However, bus driver lady does not seem to hear my knocking. so i am standing in the street repeatedly knocking on the bus door with no acknowledgment from the bus driver, but more than enough acknowledgment from the mass of people waiting behind me for other busses, and two girls sitting at the front of the bus who look out the window and are ever so kindly laughing at me.
After a solid amount of what felt like forever of ignored knocking i almost give up, but someone behind me is like "keep trying!" so i keep knocking, and the girls on the bus keep laughing and a few seconds later the bus just pulls away and leaves me standing in the street alone.
i stay there for a moment knowing that i will have to face the crowd of people behind as "that girl who just got rejected by the bus and is now standing by herself in the bus lane."
But having such an extensive knowledge of the bus system after taking them home everyday i know that if i walk briskly across campus i can probably catch the same bus when it comes back around to the other side of campus.
so i, laughing at the fact that i was just ignored by an entire bus full of people, walk across campus and make it in time to get on the bus that had previously ignored me, just to have the two girls at the front of the bus who saw me earlier bust out laughing at me as soon as i get on.
but i made it home so everything went great.
Bus Incident #2:
I am waiting for a bus outside my old apartment on the hilly part of MLK and the bus i am waiting for pulls up.
it is a very crowded bus, and it pulls away almost as soon as i get on it, so i start to make my way to the standing area right as a dude getting up and grabbing a backpack and computer shouts frantically for the bus driver to stop cause he missed his stop.
so naturally, the bus driver fucks all logic of WE ARE GOING DOWNHILL VERY FAST MAYBE I SHOULD SLOWLY BRAKE SO THAT ALL THE PEOPLE IN MOTION ON THIS BUS DONT FLY EVERYWHERE AND SMASH INTO EACH OTHER and slams on the brakes.
which of course sends large, computer-wielding, dude hurtling directly at me at a very fast pace and we collide and i am sent backwards, flailing against the front window of the bus, in the process knocking over the bus drivers trash can with one foot, hitting the bus driver with my hand, all while getting body slammed by this frantic stranger.
luckily, this commotion has caused everyone on this very full bus to stare at the loud noise caused by this collision, which most people seem to find very humorous.
public transportation is hard.
On my way home from class one day I decided to catch the bus outside of the student union. I got out of my building just in time to see the bus i needed pull up to the stop so i do the awkward run-with-a-full-backpack-on run in front of the group of people waiting for the bus just in time to catch it as it tries to pull away.
Which normally would be great, but the bus has already pulled a bit away from the curb.
i think i am lucky since there is a lot of traffic coming i decide to knock on the door to see if she will let me on anyway while she waits to pull into the road all the way.
However, bus driver lady does not seem to hear my knocking. so i am standing in the street repeatedly knocking on the bus door with no acknowledgment from the bus driver, but more than enough acknowledgment from the mass of people waiting behind me for other busses, and two girls sitting at the front of the bus who look out the window and are ever so kindly laughing at me.
After a solid amount of what felt like forever of ignored knocking i almost give up, but someone behind me is like "keep trying!" so i keep knocking, and the girls on the bus keep laughing and a few seconds later the bus just pulls away and leaves me standing in the street alone.
i stay there for a moment knowing that i will have to face the crowd of people behind as "that girl who just got rejected by the bus and is now standing by herself in the bus lane."
But having such an extensive knowledge of the bus system after taking them home everyday i know that if i walk briskly across campus i can probably catch the same bus when it comes back around to the other side of campus.
so i, laughing at the fact that i was just ignored by an entire bus full of people, walk across campus and make it in time to get on the bus that had previously ignored me, just to have the two girls at the front of the bus who saw me earlier bust out laughing at me as soon as i get on.
but i made it home so everything went great.
Bus Incident #2:
I am waiting for a bus outside my old apartment on the hilly part of MLK and the bus i am waiting for pulls up.
it is a very crowded bus, and it pulls away almost as soon as i get on it, so i start to make my way to the standing area right as a dude getting up and grabbing a backpack and computer shouts frantically for the bus driver to stop cause he missed his stop.
so naturally, the bus driver fucks all logic of WE ARE GOING DOWNHILL VERY FAST MAYBE I SHOULD SLOWLY BRAKE SO THAT ALL THE PEOPLE IN MOTION ON THIS BUS DONT FLY EVERYWHERE AND SMASH INTO EACH OTHER and slams on the brakes.
which of course sends large, computer-wielding, dude hurtling directly at me at a very fast pace and we collide and i am sent backwards, flailing against the front window of the bus, in the process knocking over the bus drivers trash can with one foot, hitting the bus driver with my hand, all while getting body slammed by this frantic stranger.
luckily, this commotion has caused everyone on this very full bus to stare at the loud noise caused by this collision, which most people seem to find very humorous.
public transportation is hard.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Olympians and YCC
On our way back from YCCs this year, we were told that the Olympic divers from North Carolina would be coming back around the same time that we were coming back. We thought this was just a rumor, but maybe it was true! We didn't know.
So anyway, we get off of the plane and start walking up the escalator to where people get met by friends/family to be picked up, and we see a whole slew of reporters and friends and people waiting at the end of the walkway.
At this point, we realize that the rumors are true, and my mom turns to me and says "wouldn't it be funny if they were right behind us?" and I laugh and turn around to see two people wearing USA attire and their Olympic passes right behind us. And we all kinda freak out and try to decide what to do, since we don't want to stand in front of them the whole walk towards people, but either way we are definitely going to be awkwardly in the way... So our whole group of six decides to slow down so that we aren't making a wall in front of these two people everyone wants to see and let them pass us.
So we just walk along behind them as they get filmed and clapped for and cheered. Having come back from our own tournament, we all pretend as though everyone has just heard the great news that we just got back from Minnesota and finished fifth and start waving to the crowd too. I start waving to people we pass and make eye contact with a dude who claps pointedly at me.
And that is how I got in the way of returning Olympians and how my very own waving arm was on the news.
edit: here is photographic evidence of the awkwardness that got documented by the news: http://image.cdnllnwnl.xosnetwork.com/pics32/800/ZU/ZUBBDJIDTFXISSV.20120814012228.jpg
So anyway, we get off of the plane and start walking up the escalator to where people get met by friends/family to be picked up, and we see a whole slew of reporters and friends and people waiting at the end of the walkway.
At this point, we realize that the rumors are true, and my mom turns to me and says "wouldn't it be funny if they were right behind us?" and I laugh and turn around to see two people wearing USA attire and their Olympic passes right behind us. And we all kinda freak out and try to decide what to do, since we don't want to stand in front of them the whole walk towards people, but either way we are definitely going to be awkwardly in the way... So our whole group of six decides to slow down so that we aren't making a wall in front of these two people everyone wants to see and let them pass us.
So we just walk along behind them as they get filmed and clapped for and cheered. Having come back from our own tournament, we all pretend as though everyone has just heard the great news that we just got back from Minnesota and finished fifth and start waving to the crowd too. I start waving to people we pass and make eye contact with a dude who claps pointedly at me.
And that is how I got in the way of returning Olympians and how my very own waving arm was on the news.
edit: here is photographic evidence of the awkwardness that got documented by the news: http://image.cdnllnwnl.xosnetwork.com/pics32/800/ZU/ZUBBDJIDTFXISSV.20120814012228.jpg
Ipods and Doors
On my way to class, I was walking behind this girl in my class who was listening to her ipod. She and I were walking about the same speed, until we got to the door of our classroom, when she slowed down to the point where she was essentially stopped. So I am just stuck behind this girl who isn't moving and is blocking the entire doorway to our classroom, and she's listening to music so I can't ask her to move or open the door.
I clear my throat and she doesn't hear me, so I just stand insanely close to her until she opens the door, which took her at least two minutes to do. And when she finally did open the door, she only opened it wide enough for herself to go in, and let it shut behind her.
So I was left, still standing outside our classroom with a door shut in my face. Good way to start the day at 8am!
I clear my throat and she doesn't hear me, so I just stand insanely close to her until she opens the door, which took her at least two minutes to do. And when she finally did open the door, she only opened it wide enough for herself to go in, and let it shut behind her.
So I was left, still standing outside our classroom with a door shut in my face. Good way to start the day at 8am!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Joggin and Fives
i was running down franklin tonight and i was passing a homeless man who started to wave when we were in close proximity. it was one of those greetings where he just lifted his hand, and since my mind is always programmed for high fives, i went for the high five.
but then pulled his hand away right before contact and i nearly hit him in the face as i ran by. i tried to make it seem like i was just waving, but he totally knew...so i just kept running.
note to self: homeless men usually dont just go for high fives while you are running by, so do not try to high five them. same is true for strangers in general... life lessons.
but then pulled his hand away right before contact and i nearly hit him in the face as i ran by. i tried to make it seem like i was just waving, but he totally knew...so i just kept running.
note to self: homeless men usually dont just go for high fives while you are running by, so do not try to high five them. same is true for strangers in general... life lessons.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Halloween 2012
i acquired a tiger onesie for halloween, and decided to wear it to class all day on halloween under my sweatshirt.
in my first class i took off my sweatshirt and was wearing the onesie and taking notes when my teacher asks who is going to franklin street that night. so i raised my hand and she asked me what i was going to be, and i said "this" and gestured to myself. she asked me to stand up and show the class, so i got up and stood in the row in the middle of my classroom.
then, she chooses to inquire: "tell us a little about yourself"
not knowing what direction to go with this i freeze and think of every possible way to answer this question:
do i tell my whole life story and waste a class period? do i just say my name? do i tell her my plans for the evening? do i tell her what my major is? do i explain how i came into possession of a tiger onesie? do i tell her that i ate a piece of pie for breakfast today and that it was extremely delicious? do i say a few key features? what are my key features? DO I EVEN HAVE KEY FEATURES?? OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE??
im freaking out so i decide, for some reason, just to say "i am a tiger." and immediately sit back down.
crisis averted.
in my first class i took off my sweatshirt and was wearing the onesie and taking notes when my teacher asks who is going to franklin street that night. so i raised my hand and she asked me what i was going to be, and i said "this" and gestured to myself. she asked me to stand up and show the class, so i got up and stood in the row in the middle of my classroom.
then, she chooses to inquire: "tell us a little about yourself"
not knowing what direction to go with this i freeze and think of every possible way to answer this question:
do i tell my whole life story and waste a class period? do i just say my name? do i tell her my plans for the evening? do i tell her what my major is? do i explain how i came into possession of a tiger onesie? do i tell her that i ate a piece of pie for breakfast today and that it was extremely delicious? do i say a few key features? what are my key features? DO I EVEN HAVE KEY FEATURES?? OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE??
im freaking out so i decide, for some reason, just to say "i am a tiger." and immediately sit back down.
crisis averted.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)