maybe i just need an iPad

Sure, it's been over a month since my last post on my regular blog. I'm a procrastinator, I admit it. But last weekend I finally had a great post planned and I was super stoked to create it - WAS is the key word here. Blogger hates me. Or maybe iPhoto hates blogger. The new photos I imported are invisible when I try to upload them. And it was going to be my 100th post too. Of course that would happen. Thanks a lot.

p.s. - I'm open for suggestions for potential solutions to this hopefully-not-permanent problem.

the movie challenge

You could say I'm a Twilight fan - I read the books and I loved them. It's true. I saw the first movie along with the ridiculous screaming tweeners last year. Was that last year or the year before? Not important. The point is, I am a Twilight fan, so of course I would want to see New Moon, the second movie. Of course I would make multiple plans to go and they would all fall through.... and of COURSE on the night that the plan is a go, it is no longer in theatres! But it was last week when the last plan flopped. Of course that would happen to me.

Good news though - I saw Leap Year instead and I bet it was even better than New Moon. Go and see it (unless your name is Alana, in which case you already have and are the reason that I chose to watch it).

it wasn't even the worst date i've ever been on

so... i'm on this date with *RNH* as we used to call him standing for random new hottie.  given to him by my older sister, who is closer in age with him than i am... and we are leaving the restaurant and walking to the car. his car being a honda, fairly new, black, 4 doors... i had just noticed that when he picked me up and when we got out of the car to go into the restaraunt. so we walk back out, and he starts going toward this car, that was dark in color, 2 doors, old.. etc.  i was stuck, do i embarass him and tell him that this car isn't his, when you don't even really know him. shouldn't HE be the one who knows what car is his and isn't.  i was laughing to myself, waiting for him to notice that it wasn't his car. and he stopped and was like "is this my car?"  and i thought, really?? you are asking me? you just met me. and he went to put the key in - and i think that is when he noticed there was only one door on the side we were on.  yeppp realll smooth. i tried to change the subject quickly after he was like "uhh this actually isn't my car"... but of COURSe that would happen to him on this date... and of course i woudln't say anything and just laugh to myself.

collecting dust

I know this blog doesn't actually have the physical capability of collecting dust, unless leaving my laptop open in my bedroom for two weeks with this page displayed counts. Of course we haven't posted anything for the past 3-4 months. I need to get back into the OCTHW mindset so the blog can survive and thrive. Note to self: pay attention to my life.

that was egg-sactly what i was thinking!

We needed eggs, bread and yogurt. The last couple of days have been tough without them.

So of course Brent, Craig and I would each stop at the grocery story after school and purchase these three items - independent and completely unaware of each others' plan.

And of course we would thus go from no eggs, bread or yogurt.....to 72 eggs, 5 loaves of bread,
and 5 liters of yogurt within 1 hour.

And of course we bought identical items - the 18-packs of eggs (vs a dozen), whole wheat bread and strawberry-flavored yogurt.

Are we related or something?

(note: 1 loaf is missing from the photo)

bloody mess

Of course I would randomly get a nosebleed one minute after I drive away from my house. Of course I would have no napkins left in my glove compartment and would only find a dirty towel to soak up the blood. And of course I would be holding this smelly towel on my face as a car of hot boys drives up on my left at the red light.

elevator girl

Of course I would see a cute guy at the institute who volunteered to help me carry garbage out to the dumpster...only to find out he's married. Of course we would get introduced and I would find out his name was Justin COMFORT. Of course I would tell him I knew Brandon Comfort and find out that they are first cousins. Of course he would ask how I knew him and I would tell him through work. And of course I would see a light bulb go off in his head and he would ask me if i went on a date with Brandon . Of course he would ask me, OUT LOUD, if I kissed Brandon in abnormal circumstance. Of course there would be other people around to hear. Of course I would go tomato red. Of course he would say "You're ELEVATOR GIRL?!". Of course his family would give me a nickname based on our one night stand. Of course he will never remember my name is Trixie* and of course I will be forever known to that family as elevator girl. Of course this would happen to me.


Personal story from Trixie's* life


(* Names have been changed for obvious reasons)