Rock Collections

another warning:

if you compare the color of your friend's cat's fur to those black and brown shiny, smooth rocks that came in rock collections that you got when you were younger, your friend will, in fact, think you are a dork who collected rocks. which is true.

also the black and brown shiny smooth one was very pretty. and i like cats.

Warning: The G Bus Route is Long

if you get on the G bus on the wrong side of the street, the ride you thought was going to be 15 minutes long and go directly to the library will actually take you on an hour and a half bus tour of some back neighborhoods.

at a certain point as you get deeper into these neighborhoods you realize that there are fewer and fewer people on the bus... and once you reach the end of the route, you might get called out/pitied for getting on the bus going the wrong way.

on the bright side, if you are looking to befriend a bus driver, you will have a 45 minute span of bus ride where it is just the two of you, and you can talk about a large variety of topics.

Banana Chips

yesterday, i was wearing a tanktop and eating banana chips in the library in a corner nook.

i accidentally dropped one down my shirt, so i pull my shirt back a bit to find and have both my hands in my shirt looking for this crumb.

at this exact moment, random dude walks around the corner and i go into deer in headlights mode--stare, still with my hands in my shirt, not moving. he makes eye contact with me and i just stare back.

he glances at what i'm doing, makes a skeptical sort of face, and then walks off with raised eyebrows...

found it a half a second later. hooray, coordination!

Meredith College

one day my friend and i were attempting to find Meredith College in Raleigh, but had managed to get ourselves lost, so we decided to call the college to get directions.

since i wasn't driving, i was given the task of calling and asking directions.

precursor (although at this point it's mid-cursor?) to this story: i suck at talking on the phone and suck at directions--two great qualifications for a person to call a stranger and ask for directions.

anyway, i call, and some girl named jessie picks up:

Jessie: hi this is jessie at meredith college, how may i help you?
me: hey, my friend and i are lost. we are on a road called (whats it called?) fairfax? or maybe its something with an M? i see a cvs and a green fence.
Jessie: um.....right. let me put you through to a raleigh native.
*brief period of no noise and awkward desk background noises in which i think that jessie has accidentally forgotten to connect me to raleigh native lady*
Girl who i think is Jessie: hello?
me: its me again!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .....who? ...again??
me: the girl you just talked to!
Girl who i think is Jessie: .......
me: who is this?
Girl who i think is Jessie: Rachel.
me: oh.
Rachel: yeah.
me: ........ we are lost.

apparently meredith college has one driveway pretty much in the center of town, who knew?! except for rachel, obvs.

Wrong Car

on friday enroute to regionals with pleiades, one of asian teammates came to pick me up from my dorm.

so i start to walk down the stairs of the dorm, and i see her car through the window in the staircase so i stop paying attention to her and start looking at my phone and whatnot and i continue to walk out of the staircase and down towards where her car was waiting for me.

i get to where her car was, and there is a car that looks like her car, so i tap on the trunk since i have to put my bag in the back without walking around to the front first, and the trunk opens.

as i go to put my bag in the back i realize that the only things in the back are a pair of high heels and a bundt pan, which i think are relatively odd things to bring to sectionals in place of ultimate gear. but still, this for some unbeknownst reason does not register to me as too odd.

my bag tucked nicely away in the back of this car, i walk around to the passenger side, where the window is open. i have my hand on the handle and start to say into the window "Sweet heels and bundt pan..." and as i move my face down to actually look into the car for the first time, i realize that the person driving the car is not, in fact, my teammate, but a random, old asian woman.

at this point i freak out a bit and begin to apologize profusely, to which she stares at me for about a minute and then pauses for a moment to ask "did you just put something in my trunk?" a question to which i feel the need to continue to apologize more, since i just shoved my dirty ultimate gear in this random old lady's car.

i got my stuff out of her trunk to see my teammate waving at me from a parking spot a bit further down the driveway by my dorm and i was only hoping that random high-heel-owning asian woman doesn't think i am a total idiot, or a racist.

although i still dont understand why she opened her trunk for me (maybe she confused me with her asian son???) a lot of apologizing occurred and quite a few death glares where shot my way as i headed to the car i was supposed to be in (one with out high heels, bundt pans, and where the average age in the car was less than 50) and finally was off to sectionals ...

Rest Stop Cleaning

on my way up to virginia with an ultimate team, we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom.

when we went in, some woman was sweeping the floor around the sinks and by the door and such. so we just walk around her and go use the bathroom.

however, while i was using the bathroom, i see this broom just come under the stall door and i realize that the cleaning woman is sweeping the floor of the stall like an inch from my feet. apparently stall cleaning waits for no one.

i decided to wait in there for a moment until she was done, although the urge to mess with the broom was very tempting...

Sweatshirt

last week i woke up running a bit late for class. i was just wearing a sports bra and shorts and only had time to grab and put on one shirt item. it was a little chilly so i just went for sweatshirt.
i walked really fast to class, and when i got there i was a little hot, so i started to take off my sweatshirt, and got it about halfway off before i remembered that it would probably be frowned upon to sit in class in just a sports bra, especially in the first row.
but at least i remembered before i took it off all the way!