If you really knew me...

This afternoon amongst my crazy multitasking... and by multitasking I mean watching a movie, watching women's gymnastics, archery, swimming, and diving in the olympics while not ever really getting out of bed... I received a call to duty.

On this lazy, dark, drizzly day fit for staying in and watching the Olympics, I would normally shrug off any call to duty mainly because I'm in my complete and utter useless stage. Actually, that is really the only stage I have been in all weekend and I surely do not wish to break my lazy streak on account of some formal call to duty.

However, this particular call can be done from my bed with the simple tapping of computer keys. All the while, the Olympics plays happily and undisturbed in the background.

So what you ask is this call to duty? Well, there seems to be a blog craze going around. Something simple in which you post about things people would know if they really, really knew you. My good friend, sorority sister, and fellow blogger Jenna posted it on her blog this afternoon and tagged me in the this blogging trend. So here it goes...

If you really knew me...

You would know that I cannot spell to save my life. I actually just misspelled undisturbed and my computer had to correct it for me. I'm surprised they let me out of elementary school.

You would know that I absolutely love soup. It's the best and most amazing food ever and comes in 20,000+ flavors and consistencies. My favorite being Chicken Tortilla Soup at 2 particular restaurants back in New Mexico.

You would know that I am completely and hopelessly addicted to 19th century literature turned movie. North and South, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Little Women. You name it and I love it!

You would also know that though I love the above mentioned movies, my favorite movies include Fight Club, The Boondock Saints, Die Hard collection of movies, and Saw collection.

You would know that I hate knocking on doors and ringing door bells. I avoid it all costs. It makes me uncharacteristically nervous. If I am visiting somebody, I usually call them when I arrive. I'm sure there is some deep seeded physiological reason for this but I'm not entirely sure what it is.

You would know that I cannot stand cotton balls, polar fleece, cue tips, or anything of the like. Don't ask... I don't have a logical answer.

You would know that when I get really excited, and I start to talk too fast I shorten words and don't even realize it. Not because it has suddenly become the cool thing to do but because my mouth is going much more quickly than my brain can process. The most common is because... which I often shorten to bees. As in... "I'm so excited bees in two days my sister gets here and then in 9 days I go back to New Mexico."

You would know that the very first thing I see on a guy always is his hair. Good hair is the difference between a cute guy and a hot guy. And a bad haircut on a guy can ruin everything. This also makes me very aware of when any of the guys around me have just gotten a haircut. Even if it's a tiny trim, I notice. 

You would know that I need alone time. I am not one of those people who can constantly be surrounded by other people. Being too social actually really stresses me out and makes me very grumpy. Not that I don't love being around people. I do... I just need space sometimes.This makes clingy guys a problem.

You would know that I literally have to fight myself to stay awake in a car if I am not driving. It's torture. If I'm in the passenger seat, I definitely want to be sleeping. Five minutes in a car and I can be dead asleep and not wake up again for hours. It's not by choice either. It's a physical reaction of being in a car that I just cannot help. It's so damn relaxing! Unfortunately, this makes me a really bad road trip partner.

You would know that I don't actually own a brush. No, I'm not kidding. I do not brush my hair or comb my hair really. I have a pick that I use to detangle my hair right out of the shower but that is it. Experience has taught me that my insanely frizzy, thick, wavy/curly hair is turned in to a straight up afro at even the site of a brush. 

You would know that I love ellipses. You know... those three little dots. I don't even think I use them correctly most of the time but that isn't going to stop me!

You would know that I am excited but really, really, really nervous to uproot the only life I have ever known and move to Michigan... a place where I know not a single soul, in a mere 13 days.

You would know that I love my life, I love my friends, I love my family, and partly due to this I take things very personally.

The Awkward Library

I just had the most awkward encounter in the library and I need to share it with you.

So, here I am sitting with my book and papers spread out. Drinking a coffee and eating my breakfast in the library at school before class starts.

I happen to be studying for my medical microbiology class in which we had a case study presented to us last week and are now going over the organism which caused this fictitious women's unpleasant STD.

All of the sudden, I feel like I am being watched. I turn to see this guy standing right next to my table looking at me intensely. I give him a strange quizzical glance and then turn back to my homework.

Next thing I know I hear him say: Man, that's harsh.

At first, I don't quite understand that he is talking to me. But then it becomes clear when he doesn't leave right away. I turn and say, "Excuse me?"

He then goes on to say that he doesn't want to judge me because we all do stupid things. But googling my "symptoms" isn't going to help me. The best way to know is to go to the doctor and get checked.

This kid is obviously looking out for me so I let him continue on with his little rant. He further goes to explain that Gonorrhea is a horrible disease to catch and it could actually lead to my infertility if left untreated. And did I know that it is becoming quite resistant to antibiotics... AND it often is present with multiple other STDs.

He continues to give me the low down on Gonorrhea quite loudly... in a fairly filled library. I am acutely aware of how many people are staring at us.

I ask the guy if he is a biology major. He just says nope... English. And his face gets a little sad at the fact that he just realized how much he knows about this particular STD. Which makes me a little concerned for how he came upon this fairly detailed information.

He walks away and leaves the library while several people continue to stare at me... obviously thinking I have an STD. Sweet.

I look back down at my homework and realize he has just answered every single question for me. So, thanks English major in the library. In return for a good 20ish people thinking I have Gonorrhea... you did my homework for me.