Tuesday, September 30, 2008

This is all I want to say/all I want:

"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat that kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find the right person for a kiss like that, it's everything."

--Grey's Anatomy

Thursday, September 18, 2008

ahhh life

So the other day I was thinking about things that freaking suck. Like tipping a waitress that doesnt deserve it, just so you don't look cheap...or late fees for a movie you rented that you never had time to watch...or having no clue how to use a semi-colon..is semicolon one word or two? hmmm, I think that's interesting that I don't know that because I'm going to be teaching 8 year olds how to survive life, nice. But seriously some stuff about growing up just sucks (oh no im gonna be emo...) but really. Remember when you were little and you would cry and be so mad you weren't 25 with your own life in some random city...all because your dad wouldn't give you money for the ice cream man?! Maybe that's just me but I was like, "I'll show him..when I have my own $5." Like I even knew what that meant...or how about when your alarm clock goes off and it's only Tuesday and you're already worn out? Or putting a smile on when your friend calls to talk about her boyfriend/girlfriend for an hour and a half when you haven't gone on a date in months...? I mean, I definitely wasn't thinking about those kind of things when I was seven and just wanted to be independent...THE PARENTALS: THEY WERE RIGHT! They told us we wouldn't want to be grown up when we were and man did they nail that one! I wish there was a guide to this whole growing up stuff...its kinda unfair they just throw us in here and tell us to get a job, find some sucker who decides forever could be alright with you and three annoying kids, take care of yourself and be responsible...just Grow Up! In the words of the greatest show ever created (Grey's Anatomy) "We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?" Well i dont really know because I still feel like im 12 BUT I dont want to be too negative, I have a great life. Great friends and a family that is always there...especially when I'm 23 and still don't have my own 5 bucks...I'm growing up, right?!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I'm nervous

I first wanted to explain why I chose "shenanigan's" as my title. When I started my college career (quite awhile ago) I went to a school in Virginia. Every month this extremely interesting group of people got together and called themselves a comedy club. They would perform on campus and sometimes in town, which i thought was pretty weird in general because the only people that actually lived in town where people that had no teeth and could not hear which i'm guessing was just the result of working in the local factory/underground tunnel that nobody ever explained to me...anyways, this comedy club was probably my favorite thing about that year in VA, you might even call it my guilty pleasure. I actually am nervous posting this because maybe one day by best friend, Josie, will read this and wonder what the heck I was doing being obsessed with them. In the words of a great classic movie--Mean Girls--associating with the "Shenanigan's" as they called themselves was probably "social suicide" just like joining Mathletes would be for Cady (the extremely hot and slutty Lindsay Lohan). But nonetheless, there I was, laughing aloud but skimming my eyes around the room to make sure my friends and boyfriend didn't see me enjoying something so extremely "lame". So to make a long obsession short, ever since then one of my favorite secret words has been Shenanigan's. It perfectly describes life: "a prank".

So I work at a hotel in Rexburg, although there aren't that many to choose from, I'm not going to name it--to keep everyone in this entry (the sacred first entry) identities a secret. When I told one of the head maintenance guys that I was making a blog he immediately replied straight faced with: "you should talk about how sexy everyone here is". I'm almost 100% sure that nobody that works here is sexy, unless, of course you count the rather round breakfast girl that sweats more water on an hourly basis than Michael Phelps has tread in his life...but I think he was serious so let's dive in:

sexy is...

  • pitting out in your work shirt everyday because of the lack of air conditioning
  • getting waffle mix all over you because the breakfast girl actually lacks the ability to remember she needs to refill it
  • changing unlined and extremely wet and sticky trashcans behind the front desk (what the freak are they throwing away in there?)
  • having your feet actually stick to the floor in the kitchen
  • dodging the guy from the restaurant next door when he comes over to chat about the occupancy while undressing you with his eyes (guys too..)
  • listening to the waffle machine beep so many times that you actually lose your sexy and yell at an eighty five year old grandma that is legally blind.
  • smelling the breakfast girl when she asks you if she smells O.K. today...
  • telling people that the water heater is having some "issues" so that's why their shower was cold
  • keeping it a secret that we actually don't have a water heater
  • and leaving smelling like 70's musk and chlorine for the rest of the day from the strategically placed pool in the lobby which just gives the hotel a "tropical" feel, as the online reviews say

yeah we're sexy.