Bacon: Proof That God Loves Us

I.

Love.

Bacon

Bacon is the tastiest way in existence to eat animal fat.
Bacon makes people happy.

Bacon brings people together. You like bacon? Oh, so do I! We should converse about bacon and other awesome things!

People say that bacon is BAD, that it causes heart attacks and high cholesterol. Those people are liars and have never had bacon or known true happiness. Pity those people. And give them bacon.

I'm Kind of a Big Deal in Denmark

Friends are basically the best things in the world to have. If you don't have friends, I really recommend finding/buying some friends.

 

I went out with two of my best friends (and Ryan) tonight. We sat in a McDonalds and had a Shamrock Shake Adventure ( #ShamrockShakeAdventure). It was entirely delightful. I laughed with my friends (and Ryan) and we all talked for hours. I'm not really that big on the whole 'socialization' scene, finding human interaction at times awkward and difficult. But you would struggle too if throughout most conversations you had with people too if you were trying to figure out if they were cylons or not. But when it comes to good friends (and Ryan), aka people I'm pretty sure are NOT cylons, I can relax and have fun. Maybe not Ryan. Dunno. Only met him twice. But he doesn't seem like a cylon. Not that cylons ever really seem like cylons.

Anyways, this post is just my way of telling you that friends are cool. And that once I'm finished writing and posting this, and you finish reading this, you should go to McDonalds and have a Shamrock Shake. They are very tasty.

Stuck in the Friendzone With You

Friendzone- The friendzone is when a person A likes person B, but is afraid to tell person B because they are good friends and person A doesn't want to lose person B as a friend.

Story of my LIFEEEE.

 My entire college experience has been one long reminder that I'm a friendzone kinda girl. It fracking sucks. Not to say that guys are never interested in me, but any interest exhibited is ridiculously short-lived. It baffles me, I'm funny, smart, at least a little pretty, a nerd, politically minded, a comic book girl, I like dogs, and I think action movies are awesome. What's not to like about me?! 

I try not to take it personally, or scream at people when they tell me its just not the right time, that the right guy hasn't come around yet. I understand they mean well, but they don't understand. I don't want a relationship right now, I just want someone to be interested in me as more than just their awesome friend. To be seen as a woman, as something special, as something desirable. I know it will happen one day...but after a time, it's a bummer.

Whats even worse is when my friends get into relationships and I find my friends friendzoning me. Suddenly I don't exist to them beyond being someone to talk about how AWESOME their new significant other is. You cannot believe how old this gets. I get that new relationships are all lovey-dovey and all that crap, but come one. A little effort goes a long way.

And fellow friendzone-dwellers, maybe it's time we spoke up! Even if they don't feel the same way, isn't it better to know where you stand? Maybe they never thought about you like that because they think you're not interested or they just need to get their brain going in that direction. Ideas are funny things, once its in your head it isn't going anywhere. And it usually gets more persistent the more you try not to focus on it. Just try.

Whatever you do, do not think about an elephant spinning around in  a blue suit right now. Just don't

How Unexpectedly Amusing

Goodness my experiences with the opposite sex never cease to amuse me.

While I don't have any potential suitors on the horizon, a former suitor has made his way back into my life. The last guy I dated has decided he wants to be my friend again. And I seem to be agreeing. Don't get me wrong, he was a horrible boyfriend, but he is a good guy. We just weren't suited to each other. He's still the self absorbed, arrogant person he was before, but now that we aren't dating I don't care! He can be as big a jerk as he wants to be, he's not my problem anymore. I can get mad at him and not have to worry how it will effect 'us'. His opinion matters nothing to me. I look at him, and I don't feel anything romantic. He's just him.

Now all that explanation aside, you might be wondering how the devil this all came about.

It all started when I needed to use someone.

I had a final last semester at 8 AM. And I might be many things, but a morning person I am not nor shall I ever be. So as you have probably guessed, I was hardly delighted with the thought of waking up at 6, to be leaving the house by 7, to make the 30 minute drive to campus for the exam. And since a group of students from the class had decided to meet up the night before on campus to study, and I had two papers to finish that same night, I knew that going home would just mean distractions and sleeping. Two things I did NOT have time for.

I was seriously considering just camping out in a library on campus, but considering how easy it would have been for one of the hundreds of jerks on campus to come along and pilfer my belongings once I inevitably nodded off, I decided against that.

I had no other choice. I simply didn't feel safe staying either in the library or in my car, so I took a breath and messaged him on facebook. I'm not too proud to say I begged. I was desperate. But he was fine with it off the bat, no excessive pleading or bribery necessary. 

I was nervous but to desperate to make a big fuss. I hadn't spoken with him beyond the odd text here and there since the afternoon we broke up. I kept thinking we wouldn't be able to talk, that it would be all bizarre. I waited for him to pick me up and take me to his apartment on campus with a million doubts in my head. This was weird, this was a bad idea, what if I'm not as over him as I'm so certain I am? What if he isn't over me? What if he tries something? Is this a bad idea?

But the time his truck pulled up, I was in something of a state. But I knew myself. So I took a breath, put on a smile, and refused to let any weirdness overwhelm me.

I should never have doubted either of us. It was as if we had never stopped being friends. We talked for HOURS. Literally. Non-stop talking and joking back and forth. We filled each other in on our lives and how much we both hated our University. We even talked about our brief dating fling and how much of a mistake it was. Talking and spending time with him was so easy and comfortable. But the best part of the whole time was realizing that I felt absolutely nothing for him! He was simply who he was, my friend. Nothing more. I had told my friends the night before where i would be staying, and they (understandably) freaked out. What, they insisted, was I going to do If he still liked me or had feelings for me? My reply was simple: I would do nothing, I have no feelings for him nor any desire to fall back into his arms, thus his feelings are irrelevant and have no bearing on my decision. (If you were wondering yes I do talk like this in everyday life. I'm quite pompous.) But you cannot imagine my relief when I realized just how true that was. We are friends. Good friends I'd even go so far as to say. But that is all we will ever be.


So while some of you might be rolling your eyes at my firm declarations, let me assure you with one last story. After my crashing at his place at the end of the fall semester, we had begun texting back and forth and decided to meet up once the spring semester started up. So the first day back to class we go out to lunch together. (Side note, a little old busybody lady from church saw us at Subway. Yes things like that do happen in real life.) He began gearing up to ask me a question, flattering me and telling me what a great person I was, so pretty and smart and nice. I'll admit, I had a horrible moment of 'Oh noes, he's going to ask me out...I wonder if I would live if I jumped out of a moving vehicle'. NOPE! He wanted me to set him up with a girl who had a class with me last semester. Cue huge sigh of relief! So while we are not interested in each other, we do use each other, for relationship advice in my case, and to meet females in his case. So until he begins to annoy me too much to bear, we are friends.

I'm teaching him to tango on Wednesday. 

A Time of Politeness and Gentility

I happen to adore Period Dramas.

Before you get confused as did one of my coworkers (he thought it was in a reference to, well, a different kind of period), a period drama is a movie, commonly based on a work of fiction, where people wear old fashioned clothes and use words like 'thee' or 'upon my honor!' and the sight of a woman's ankle was the height of impropriety and the men wore breeches and adorable top hats. Politeness and etiquette were the ruling forces. Most people in the films do nothing but go from one friends house to the next, visiting, gossiping, having card parties, drinking tea, and playing the pianoforte. Sigh. That would be the life...

Anyways, the newest PD I've found is Downton Abbey.

A fascinating look at English life from the time of the Titanic sinking to the start of the first World War. Also a more modern PD then I usually enjoy. I usually like the ones of the powered wig era, when Napoleon was doing his very best to take control of all Europe.

There was another PD released around the same time as Downton, Upstairs Downstairs. Both have similar plots, families struggling to maintain a sense of station and the servants responding to the social changes of the time. Though I preferred Downton to Upstairs, they both made me think about why I prefer books and movies from such a long gone era.


Ultimatley I came up with several reasons.


1) Social standing was a harsh, yet not entirely unyielding force. While modern life likes to pride itself on its dissolving of the class hierarchy, a simple look at the news shows that the lower and upper classes are still at war just as much as they had been during the French Revolution. People are proud that though hard work and ingenuity, you can better your circumstances, a gift not allowed to our ancestors. But looking through a Jane Austen novel, you'd realize that people did cross class lines more then we realize. Rich men married penniless girls, rich women were ruined by cads, poor men were granted a rich benefactor or a job to secure a fortune. Class hierarchy helped to direct peoples lives, but it didn't necessarily rule every aspect of a life. And while there were, of course, young heirs or heiresses who couldn't marry who they chose due to a lack of fortune, there were others who were able to. And how often today do we see the pop princess going out with the honest, yet unemployed college grad? That would probably be never, yeah. 

2) The clothes! Ohhhh my! They knew how to dress to entice, look feminine, and  be modest! I truly believe womens fashion lost something when we began wearing pants all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love my super comfy jeans, but when I want to look pretty and feel like a lady, I put on a skirt or dress.


3) Manners and gentility weren't something whipped out when you had to impress someone, EVERYONE was that polite ALL THE TIME. It wasn't even that everyone was polite because, well, you were taught to treat others with dignity. No matter if it was a person in your own circle, or not, treating others well was a sign that you were acknowledging the other persons worth and personhood. It wasn't what you could get by being polite as much as it was to honor the other person by giving yourselves some kind of equal footing. But maybe I'm reading a bit too much into the manners, there were after all, impolite jerks in that time as well!


4) Men didn't spend every Sunday watching football, there were no endless COD matches, and they were raised to treat women with respect and tenderness. Women were taught to dress and act like ladies, they were expected to have high standards for the men to aspire to, and there was no stupid 'women liberation' movement to mess everything up for future generations.


Understand that, while I do wish I had been born in a different time, I do appreciate the comforts of modern life. I appreciate what college will do for me. I love my cell phone, car, and laptop. Indoor plumbing is the best thing ever. Electricity is pretty swell too. But sometimes I wish I could have a time machine and pop back and forth....

What is this trickery?!

So it looks like blogger totally changed.....I hate changes.

I GRADUATE IN THE SPRINGGGG! Finally! Well, assuming I pass all my classes I get to graduate. Damnation this is exciting. Now I get to work on my very last class schedule, pay my last few tuition bills, and buy my last load of textbooks. And then it's real life time.

My friends are all doing well. Lots of changes seem to be going on in their lives. Bestest Friend has embarked on a fitness program to get skinny and sexy so she can get a hot guy. I....think that is a very silly plan. But I support her decision to get fit. I know how much that means to her. Katie is still awesome and we're still totally awesome. Several of the books she wrote are up on amazon. You should go check her stuff out! The holidays are coming and kids should read more ;)

My uncle is still around (remarkably), even almost a year after his diagnosis with terminal pancreatic cancer. But he's not gonna beat it. There is a difference between lingering and thriving. My aunt finished her treatment, and has been receiving a treatment to help prevent the cells from coming back. But the past several times shes gone she hasn't been able to have the meds. So that might be a bad sign.

The semester is already half over. And for the second time this semester, I am sick. I got a cold last month, now its a sinus infection. Yuck yuck yuck. My face feels all skuzzy. I can't think. Le sigh. I should probably just give up and go back to working on my paper. Yeah. I'll do that.

College is the Dumbness

Warfare in the Ancient Mediterranean World: Not as fun as I'd expected. Best part? The teacher sounds like Mr Rogers. Think I bombed the exam today. Alas.

Bible as Lit: Super obnoxious guy from 18th Century Fiction is in the class. I want to beat him with his stupid hipster beard. Damnably cute though. Made friends with the gay guy in class though. If he was anymore flaming he'd be on fire!

Criticism: I thought it was gonna be more snarky English majors being all snooty together and ripping apart works of lit. It's not. But we did read from Platos Republic. That's cool.

Lit and Religion: Yawn. An honors class I begged my way into. THAT was a mistake, let me tell you!

SIGN LANGUAGE! Yay! We play GAMES! And learn while we play together! No tests! MY TEACHER IS BRINGING IN HER NEW PUPPY MONDAY!! :D

I can't wait for Halloween. I'm going to have an awesome costume.

You should watch Doctor Who. It is the awesome.