Common logic

The distance between your brain and your heart is a very long ways away.

Awkward situation story time

So last week, sorry I didn't blog about this earlier, time slips by when you're working 2 jobs, anyway so last week I was working in the kitchen at the Golf Course (last day was yesterday!!) and meandering on over to the customer service to talk with the matured men (that means they're over the age of 75, but they have really interesting talks about 'the old days'). I didn't have any cleaning or food preparing to do because well. . . let's face it, it was a weekday and no longer summer. Kids are in school, retired people are thinking about dinner plans or napping, and non-retired people are at work. So I'm listening to the men talk about their golf game, when a guy my age comes to the desk and asks for horseshoes. I take a step back to let the customer service man do his job, and that's when I decide to take another look at the guy. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember his face.
He waved at me and said, "Hey." That's when it clicked, another guy I used to date shows up at work, except this one I haven't seen in 4 years. So of course the only thing I can think of to do is smile, back away, and "find chores to do in the kitchen" in Robyn language means, "hide."
The Head cook noticed I was acting "motivated," something apparently unusual to him, and laughed at me. He basically said to stop being goofy because it was 4 years ago, you're two different people now, probably a lot cooler than I was then. Thanks Head cook.
Anyway, I decided to dry mop the multi-purpose room for awhile. When I was finished I went to grab some water, I noticed in the reflection of the windows that he was returning the horseshoes and then came nearer to find me. I ran back and dry mopped the multipurpose room again.

Coast is clear.

An hour later, Danny comes in to work because school is now over. I'm talking to him about high school things, probably Homecoming stuff, and that's when ex-guy comes and says hello. Completely by surprise. Since I was caught off-guard, I gave in. I had a conversation for ten whole minutes. Typical small talk stuff- what did you major in, what are you up to now, no I haven't seen that kid in awhile, yeah that girl is still a doofus, grad school huh? It wasn't horrible, but he seemed completely different to me. More into science than theater, like I remembered.
His phone rang. He had to take the call and left. Then Danny and I went back to talking again. Danny was pretty much making fun of me for being me. Then ex-guy came BACK. He apologized because it was his boss who could help him find work during grad school. I can't believe he told me, like he was worried I was thinking it was his girlfriend or something. OR like he was thinking I was turned off for him taking a phone call.
So we talk for a couple more minutes and he gives me his digits! Not only his home number, but his cell, and his email! Just in case one of them didn't work.
He said I can call anytime and was eluding to the fact that he didn't have plans tonight. I guess I made a good impression even though I was at work, in work uniform, totally rolled out of bed to go, and dodging him the first two times. Plus, I had a sarcastic high school kid staring us down from behind. Yeah, I could feel his eyes judging me.

Anyway, in 5 words, I haven't called ex-guy yet.

"This is how I grab ideas for my stories," says the screenwriter.

Do you ever get tired of yourself? Like, do you ever feel like you're completely disgusted with who you are and wish for just one hour could be someone else? I mean, there may not be anything wrong with you at all, but you're just tired of being you? Doing the same old things, saying the same old things, being the same old thing, etc.

When I was in high school, I'd pick out a random kid in the lunch room and develop my own story about who they are and why they act the way they did. . . all in my head, of course. I think that's why I love people watching. I'm just fascinated with the way people socialize and behave. I hated the college parties, but if I was dragged to a random stranger's house, I'd be the one secretly spying on others, eavesdropping into conversations, and then fending off boys the rest of the time, of course. Just kidding. But seriously, so many boys. Ha.

Maybe I'm not tired of myself, but just bored. A wise teacher once told me that if you're bored, it's because you're boring. So I try not to say that I'm bored. However, right now I don't feel as exciting and as adventurous as I used to be. I'd used to take midnight joy rides and let my soul evaporate into the music on the road. . . and barefoot. You had to be barefoot too. I always got a lot of thinking done when it was just me and Donny (my crazy chevy).

Now, I'll pretend to be someone else for a minute. I see a lot of people at work. So sometimes I'll copy a mannerism I see or speak with an accent I overhear. For some reason, it takes me out of the world, just for a minute. It makes life more interesting. I should really be an actress. This is totally an acting exercize, isn't it?

I guess until I find a 'me' I really like I'll have to play off of others. It's like Kelsey's adopt-a-laugh.

How can you NOT like cats?

So I'm not a fan of cats, I'll admit it. No problem. Here's why:

My Wisconsin grandparents had a fierce tabby cat named Spike. Can you sense the evil already? This special little hairball was a hunter, and a scratcher, and a life ruiner of little children. He was a stray that jumped into their moving car, probably escaping from Hades.

Now, usually domestic felines will leave you alone if you leave THEM alone, because they think they're God. HOWEVER, this animal was a special hunter! The demon would come after NathaN and I, even if we were minding our own business, like watching Nickelodeon (we never had cable before) and try to scratch us. It was bad news. I'm surprised he didn't wear a spiked collar in order to live up to his name, oh wait. . . he DID!! I remember lots of times running into the other room, using a mirror to peer around corners, and pushing NathaN ahead of me, I guess as a sacrifice.

So if you ever see me resist the urge to pet your "friendly" cat, do not fret. I may be "suffering" from this "condition" for the rest of my life. "Your cat saved a child, you say? Do you mind if I try to flush your cat down the toliet?"

The ideas you get from online

This has been such a strange day. My head is so dizzy that whenever I stand up, I have to sit back down and try again. It's hot in my house. So I'm thinking that because I'm dehydrated that is why I'm so dizzy? I don't know if I even AM dehydrated, I've been drinking a lot of water, so much that I'm peeing clear. . . and every half hour. It's so annoying to drop your pants and re-tye them that often.

I also made dinner for the family tonight. I got the recipe from Rachel Ray's website. I think she's neat because we have the same initials. I made gluten-free pasta and vegetables with a pesto sauce and dallop of ricotta cheese. Mom says ricotta like "rigatta" because she says thats how the Italians say it. She wants to move to Italy so bad. She had a glass of wine tonight while I was fixing dinner. Mom and I liked the meal, but we both thought the recipe needed a spicy meat, like chorizo. Strange how we can't eat a dinner without some sort of meat. Dad told me my effort was good. That means in Dad language he didn't like it.

Right now, I'm watching "Disturbia." I have such a crush on Shia Labeouf. I'm so jealous of the girl he makes out with 316 times. At school, I was pretty much known as "the girl who has a thing for Shia," I've made buttons. I was also know as "the girl who owned a button-maker." Oh ebay.

Hmmm. Look at this picture here. He has such a cute escort. Looks like he's having a great time!

Into the Wild

So I've always wanted to backpack, go on an adventure, meet new people, run into different cultures, search for my soul, etc.

I was getting ready for work and on t.v. was Oprah. She was interviewing Sean Penn and Emile Hirsch. Sean directed a new movie called, "Into the Wild." It sounded so fascinating, Sean brought clips from the film and the sound, the music, the color, everything looks fantastic. Anyway, the story is what caught my attention the most. . . and it's based on real events.

It's about a man named Christopher McCandless. After college, he well, traveled. Here's a link to his story. It's so interesting.

Now, yes it didn't end so well, but it was LIVING. It was excitement. It was seeing what the world really entails and breathing in every bit of it. I'm so jealous he had the nerve to pack up and just go. It seems like now I'm in a rut and thrill-seeking is moving quickly to the bottom of my to do list. For now I guess I'll just bask in the mini adventures I encounter everyday.

Anyway, more info on the movie is here. I hope you all will be like me and attend opening night. . . I plan on taking notes. ;)


Oh and by the way, I was late to work on that day. Thank you Oprah.

Written by an Australian Dentist

This was sent to me in an email and I haven't checked it out on Snopes.com yet to see if it's true, but it has a nice feeling to it anyway.


To Kill an American
You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.

So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)

"An American is English or French or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian or Arab or Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.

An American is Christian or he could be Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.?

An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world.

The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration ofIndependence , which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan Americans welcome the best of everything...the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.

The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America.

Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It's been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did Gen eral Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself . Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

my new nickanme "pizza face"

Kelsey frequently talks about my ability to eat a medium pizza all by myself, like its my greatest accomplishment. Well, I guess I can brag today I achieved my goal. . . again. What a high!





Carla: "This is disgusting." She points to her engagement ring.
Turk: "Why is this disgusting?"
Kid: "Because it was in my butt."

I ran up a hill and fell down the side

So i have two little scabs on my ring finger of the right hand and I can't figure out how I got them. I mean, it looks like I got bit by a rookie vampire and they missed my neck completely, I mean this hand is obviously NOT my neck. Ridiculous. Looking closer at the marks, it's definitely a scab, meaning it must have bled at some point, but why don't I know when or how? Really, c'mon. Am I this ignorant? Maybe I've just been way too busy lately to notice. Has anyone else noticed that's probably why my blogs have been lacking? It's not because I've run out of stories.

What a way to change the subject. My new job starts tomorrow and I'm already overwhelmed by it indirectly.

Crazy.

I wish October would come sooner. I bought a wig on EBAY and I feel that the closer October comes the sooner I can put it on without feeling like a loser. I know, I did say I bought a wig online. I think I'm also going to mention it's bobbed and PINK. See following picture.I think that NathaN would be so overwhelmed with jokes that he might even remain speechless this time. Here's hopin'.

Halloween is a-coming

It would be pretty funny to see a guy who was real afraid of dying, so he just lived his life in constant fear and never left his house. Also, there were corpses all over the yard, and they'd all died from trying to escape from the house.

"Hey! Lookatme-uh!"

Evil does not always look the part. Sometimes it is shaped like a cute little girl with a bottomless pit stomach, and you have to pick her up every Tuesday at Big Sisters.

NathaN is still a doofus. Happy Birthday Grandpa.

Top 5 reasons to NOT move to LA

Okay, I don't really want to upset anybody because I know this issue can be very touchy sometimes, especially since I know that the LAers and Chicagoians have a secret battle to the death. However, I've been pressured to move there since I graduated with a degree in cinema, but I prefer to live in the midwest, I'm sorry guys. It's just easier on me. Now, I'm not saying that LA is a terrible place, I'm just saying I prefer to visit OFTEN and here's why:

5. Almost no rain or clouds, meaning less days to appreciate the sunshine
4. No seasons, I love Autumn and Hot and Not Hot season doesn't really cut it, besides I like color on my trees
3. A thin layer of dust over EVERYTHING, smog isn't all its cracked up to be
2. Hardcore traffic, I can be patient, but road rage will eventually get the best of me on the left coast
1. My friends and family in Chicago, I know there is a time to let go, but it's hard to release your support system

So there you have it. These aren't terrible things, but after my trip out left last weekend these were just a few things I noticed and let soak in. So now let's all just breathe in, relax, accept it, and listen to something nice from the south coast . . . like the Dixie Chicks.

Yep. I know, there's some conflict there too.

So who wants to know about my day?

At work today I:

was yelled at by a lady who claimed that there was no difference between a small and medium size drink cup, therefore me thinking when she said she wanted a medium-small drink and I gave her a small, she was furious for not receiving a medium, because even though she can clearly see the two different sizes, apparently the small does not exist.

was fixing a chocolate ice cream cone for a customer when the machine hiccup-sneezed all over my bright green shirt. Brown and green will never be a fashion "must-do" I'm sorry to say.

walked in on a conversation about toliets. Once I heard the words, "urinal cake," "over-spray," and "uh-oh" I almost threw up.

was urged by the head cook to try his special salad. When I say "urged" I really mean "dared" because he is a prankster. His special salad is Cucumbers, Tomatoes, and hot sauce. Did I mention he's Mexican? I couldn't turn down a dare and am still suffering from it.

made myself some french fries, but the bag slipped and I ended up making three batches instead of one. The head cook really appreciated that I gave free french fries to the rest of the employees.

witnessed the rain coming in horizontally and made a mad dash outside to grab the sandwich board before my artwork dissolved away. Quickly my shirt became see-through, but good news! the chocolate stain went away.

had to give a man, who also suffered from a see-through shirt because of all the rainage, 16 RAIN CHECKS. That's right, he paid for 16 rounds of golf and he wanted them ALL back. At least through his shirt I could tell he was in shape, but he must have been cold.


Good news: I was able to leave 2 hours early due to lack of customers. So you hear that everybody? When it rains, don't come to my work because then I'll be able to go home and eat.

"Sliding Doors"

I just got back from Stefanie's (she's new and my friendshrink) and I've come to realize something I've never really thought before. Or at least, the ideas were always there, but no event has ever triggered them to make me more aware that they were up there. I hope this makes sense so far, if not, it's only going to get bumpy from here.

I also hope this post doesn't sound "too" conceited*.

Anyway, here it is: we affect people. People affect people. There's no stopping it. Doesn't matter if we've known them our whole life or just minutes. I'm going to change that person in some way and unintentionally. Good or bad. If not their personality, I could just make them late for something, which could affect them because they weren't punctual. That last sentence was lame, I'm sorry. Anyway, you get the idea.

I was told I was addicting tonight. I've met some people like that, but never was that person. It certainly is the second best compliment I ever had. The first comes from a kid who said he wanted to be just like me and go to the exact same school and find a career in the exact same field. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right. Those comments will probably change me forever, just like the people.

I was also informed tonight that I changed someone else for good. I changed someone. Can you believe it? People didn't think highly of him before, but then he dated me and now people like the certain qualities he adopted from me. Because of me, someone else is living differently. To think that someone else took a part of me with them and are using it so much that it becomes to a point where people are noticing and respecting. Crazy. I was so thrown off that the best word I can come up with is "crazy."


I have to take a breather for a minute.


I feel like my mind is racing a lot faster than I can type, so I'm pretty sure most of this isn't coming out as clear as it could, but I was so touched tonight that I had to write it down, and why not share it with the world? Have them think about those that they too have affected. Sometimes its doesn't always seem like a good affection, but don't worry. Everything happens for a reason and for better, so in the end everything will be the way that it was meant to. We learn. We grow. We're good.


*Best conceited joke from Saturday Night Live
"I love you, you know."
"I know."
"You're conceited."


Best movie to watch to understand where I'm coming from: Sliding Doors

Best quote from my great great weekend

Deanna: "Oh. Boys are great!"


A man on the airplane lifted my suitcase from the overhead compartment for me. No big deal.