where are your social graces?

Today was not by any means the first time I realized that I am completely lacking in the area of social graces. On the contrary, I muse over it nearly every day. Today was just the first time that I had thought to use the term "social graces." This came about because of one of the awkward situations that I seem to encounter far more often than I should.

I was walking across campus after my film lab today and the girl in front of me dropped her Jamba Juice, which promptly exploded. As she let out a pitifully disappointed, "oohh," I just stepped past with a pitying smile on my face thinking, geez, that's gotta suck. A few steps later I thought to myself, where are your social graces? Why didn't you do something? But then I got thinking about it, and really, what could I have done? It's not like I could have helped her pick anything up, it was gone for good. Should I have offered some condolences? Made a lighthearted joke to ease the pain of her tragic loss? Offered to help her clean it up? I just don't know.

You see, my complete lack of even knowing what I should have done just goes to prove that I really don't have a any social graces. They just seem to elude me when I need them most. What's a girl to do?

Here Goes Nothing

As the blogging world has indeed run amok, I decided to take the following admonition of my pals to heart: "Blog about anything and everything. dumb or funny. retarded or serious. anything." So here comes my something, with a little disclaimer that it will indeed be boring and pathetic. Please stop reading now if you do not want to hear a tedious tale of woe.


I'm telling you, you really might want to get out while you still can. I must emphasize, this is a post about my day. Really. Not interesting.


It all started a bit after seven with my alarm going off to the sweet sounds of Chunga and Mister and some "really stupid news!" As always, I lack the will power to get out of bed and so whap the snooze button and snuggle in for a blissful seven minutes. Of course, I do this until 7:30, which is when I need to leave to get the prime parking spot on 8th north that is only about 20 flights of stairs away from my Anthropology class. As I wake up at this time nearly every day, I have the routine down pat. First, throw on jeans and a hoodie, then brush teeth while putting greasy hair in a ponytail. Grab keys, stuff books in bag, and leave. This took me a good 6 minutes, but don't worry, my car was miraculously free of ice, so I still got an acceptable parking space.

After walking up the steps at a leisurely pace, I get to class a little bit early for about the fourth time in a row. Pretty impressive. Then I sit through lecture and move on to biology class, where I succeeded in staying awake the whole time for about the sixth time. This is only thanks to Debbie, who jabs me each time my eyelids flutter shut.

Next, I share the most enjoyable hour of the day with the pals upstairs in the Wilk, eating bagels and cupcakes, and laughing over funny things. Things like badgers. You know, they are just funny animals. After our carefree hour of fun, we all trudge toward another day of Book of Mormon and sit in silence so as to not spread animosity. After that joy of a class I head to my film lab to watch clips of genre film. All I can say is that everyone must see the B horror film entitled Them. You guessed it, the "them" of the title is indeed referring to gigantic killer ants. What a winner of a film!
After class I get to go home and miraculously don't have to stop at a single cross walk for my fellow zoobies. Once in the safe haven of my 63 degree house I consider getting ready for the day, but ultimately decide against it. "Nah." I thought, "It's 2:00, the day is already half gone, and the only other people who will see me today will be the 4 people I pass going into work and walking to my lonely corner." Little did I know at this point that today is the day that I got to have my picture taken to be posted on a gigantic screen during the trainings of new photomax employees. Great. It's okay, though, because the guy that took my picture said I was "cute" in the photo. What a bold-faced lie that was. But, as I don't like to dwell on such things, we'll move on to the remainder of my truly enthralling day.

Instead of making myself presentable, I decided to look for some lunch, but then realized I was too lazy. Instead, I decided to eat a peice of bread and watch All About Eve for my film class, since I had to return soon. All in all, it was an enjoyable film, if a little long. 138 minutes, to be precise. I looked at the clock at the end of the film and realized I had approximately 2 minutes before I had to leave for work. I grabbed some nasty yogurt for my dinner and ran out the door. Needless to say, I got here in one peice, did some work until I didn't have any to do. Did some homework until I couldn't handle it anymore. Played around online for a while. It was then that I was guilted into writing a post. I hope you don't regret it too much.