For Once I'm Speechless

Yesterday was the happiest day of my life. Story time....

On the first day of school this semester, I was eating lunch in the student center when something blonde and beautiful caught my eye. It was like there was an halo around Adam's head. He was the cutest, no, HOTTEST guy I'd ever seen in my life. If there is one thing I've learned at Harding, it is to be aggressive. So, aggressive I became. After four hours of endless class, I ran home to the match.com of my life... facebook. Under the search page I found him. While shaking, I clicked "add to friends" to the right of his picture. Rumor had it that he would accept almost anyone as a friend, so I took my chances. Sure enough. At 6:46 pm, he accepted! So hot Adam would not think of me as just some other chick trying to be his friend, I wanted to stand out. That's when I decided to send him a message. Bonnie and I sat to think of all the things I could say, with the end result being, all my options sounded stupid. I sounded desperate and hopeless. But, I had to do it. So... my first message to my dream come true included something such as "I know you don't know me, but I saw you in the student center today and I just wanted to get to know you." I can't remember for the life of me what he responded, but the important thing is... he responded. We started messaging back and forth and became friends on myspace as well. Apparently, he considered that a big deal. He had written on my wall that all the pictures I had up on facebook were the same pictures as I had on myspace! Embarrassing, yes... but you know what that meant?! He stalked me! For once in my life, I was stalked by a good looking man! My life could not have gotten any better. So, after months of messaging back and forth (and waiting for him to end it with the girl he started dating), I did the unthinkable. I asked him out. Yes. I did. I said, "So, am I ever going to get to meet you and go out with you?" He responded, "LOL, of coarse you can, when do you have time?" Or something like that. I then went on to tell him that this Saturday I am free and that next time I saw him in the student center I would introduce myself. And guess what? He was free on saturday too! Once the excitement had somewhat subsided, then the next unthinkable occured. Yesterday, as I sat stuffing my face full of my favorite cabatta bread and turkey sandwich from the student center, I opened my eyes inbetween a chew when I saw him. Without thinking, I jumped up on my feet and ran up the two stairs to where he was, while wiping excess mustard and bread crumbs from my face. I'll never forget this moment, I promised myself. I grabbed his arm and he turned around with an open grin. "Adam, I am THE Brenda" I said. "HI!" he responded eagarly, with his arm extending out towards me. What is he doing?, I thought. Surely not, surely not, he is, he is! He reached over and put his arm around my shoulders. AH!!!!!! There was no way he didn't feel the tension in me as I quickly buckled my knees before they became weak. After the too-short, yet seemed-forever, one armed hug, there I stood like a complete idiot! I was so nervous I quickly looked around for a somewhat acquaintance to say hi to to ease my stagefright. No one... except a mutual friend of ours, who I also am obsessed with and went on two dates with and never received a call back from. Ouch. Then I had no where else to look, so I looked up. Great... he's tall.. just where my eyes landed... in his. Oh my goodness. Absolutely breath-taking. Adam has bright blue, crystal clear eyes that can simply cut your heart straight open. Then I couldn't stop. Look somewhere else! You look obsessed! I didn't. I was love-struck. Did I mention he is a model? Maybe that would enhance my description of how incredibly beautiful he is! Too this moment, I completely forget what we talked about.. but I know I didn't say much. Maybe a few responses every now and then, but that would even be surprising. I do remember him looking forward to this weekend! Woohoo! Good thing I didn't do my date dance then. At the end of our first meeting, it happened again. He reached over. This time... I reached back. How could I not... it was the opportunity of a lifetime. He exceeded my expectations by including the other arm..making it a two-armed hug! Yes! I couldn't ask for more. I felt as though I skipped away, however, I know that would have been physically impossible with the pants I have grown into lately. End of story... we messaged again and are hopefully going to see Saw 4 on Saturday! I can seriously say that this is the most excited I have ever been!

Facts and Peeves...just a thought

You ever think you really know someone? I mean like, really know them? I bet you'd be surprised what you really never knew. I know I surprise myself everyday! Just thought I would give bloggers and those who have nothing better to do than read blogs a list of facts about me and my pet peeves so everyone can know the wierd things about me!

FACTS ABOUT ME
I have an obsession with reading cookbooks.
I have to have chocolate after every meal (unless I am in a hurry)
I've fallen in love with cats more than dogs. Go figure.
I usually fall asleep with the sheets over my head.
If I don't have my special pillow, I get a stiff neck.
I have sensitive fingertips and an extremely sensitive bellybutton. (How I found that out, I'll never know).
I have a newfound love for Fuji apples.
I sleep with three alarm clocks, yet still oversleep for class.
If I hadn't majored in FCS, I would have chosen criminal justice.
My favorite color is black, and most of my clothes are black.
My favorite boy's names start with a "C".
My favorite tv shows are: America's Funniest Pets and People, Reba, Still Standing, Everybody Loves Raymond, and King of Queens.
I cannot do multiplication for the life of me.
I become bigger baby the older I get.
In public restrooms, I typically pre-release the paper towels before I wash my hands, then use the paper towel to open the door and hold it open with one foot while I reach to the trash can and push the trashcan open with the used paper towel before throwing it away.
I'm very multi-task oriented.

PET PEEVES
I cant stand it when people wipe tables off with their hands, much less catch the food off the table into their spare hand. YUCK!

When girls burp in public.

When people do not brush their tongue.

When guys don't hold the door open for girls.

When the TV is too loud.

When people disrespect others in public settings.

Immature people who are loud and obnoxious. DRIVES ME CRAZY!

To be cont....

Don't Procrastinate...

Since I am graduating, and Christmas is soon approaching, I did not want anyone to be stressed when the time gets away from us and you still haven't gotten me a present. Due to the price upgrade for this years gifts, I will accept a present as both a graduation/Christmas gift. It seems only fair. Here is my list this year....

a coordinating dishware set
cookware
a tv for my bedroom
a stereo
queen size sheet set (olive green)
books (about cats, crafts, scrapbooking, makeup, massaging, cookbooks, haircutting... )
candles
scrapbooking stuff
wrinkle-reducing stuff (yes, I am quickly aging)
anything for my empty house

Hopefully that will get some of you started. Nothing will go unappreciated however! You're just lucky I didnt register myself! Now, GET SHOPPING!

Grasshopper Conflict

A fairly new found heeby-jeeby of mind is the sight, smell and feel of grasshoppers and/or crickets. Many may know that I simply freak out when I am near one. For some it may be spiders, snakes, rodents, etc... but not me. Gimme a snake to wrap around my shoulders and I'll be fine. Put me near a grasshopper and I become somewhat psychotic. Well, let me tell a little story about my near-death experience. As I sit at the Royal Inn desk, the interior bright lights apparently scream, "grasshoppers should invade here". They eagerly await the door to open to make their appearance when guests come in. During the many times Tiffany has come to visit me at work, we have counted the grasshoppers sporadically distributed throughout the office. If my psychotic memory serves me right, we have noted as many as 16 INSIDE my little coupe. These little green boogers appear to be the more innocent breed of grasshoppers, versus the blood-sucking black-buggy eyed ones. For the most part they mind their business and cling to the walls, lights or windows. I have yet to have a panic attack due to personal contact with them. However, as I was sitting at the computer the other day typing away, I had my right leg crossed over the left one, jiggling it like I always do when I'm bored. My foot was scantily clad because of my about-to-fall-off-flip-flop. Then I felt it. Blood rushed throughout my body, as I was too scared to look. But, temptation got the best of me as I glanced down only to find the most vicious breed of grasshopper had landed on the arch of my foot. I saw the black buggy eyes looking at my toenail polish, admiring what a nice job I had done on my pedicure. Nearly breathless, I stopped jiggling and remained completely still. If the prey moves, the demon could jump ANYWHERE and of ANY distance, quite possibly landing on the prey's face. Then, I could have died...instantly. I tried to run, I tried to hide....I couldn't move. I opened my mouth to scream. I felt like I was in a dream screaming as loud as I could, with nothing coming out. However, not only was I embarrassed that I am so terrified of grasshoppers, but I knew screaming wouldn't make him move and I didn't want to scare the Indians during their curry dinner. I realized there was no one there to help me. So, I realized I had to face my fear alone. I started jiggling my foot. Stupid idea. That was what I was doing when he JUMPED on my foot. He didn't mind. He stayed there twirling his little whiskers, just to creep me out even more. Finally, after about thirty seconds of death-defying actions, I looked around to grab something to shoo him off. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The mouse would not reach, the calculator was too far away and the computer screen was just a little ridiculous to maneuver. That meant one thing... I would have to use my hand. I used my right hand because it was stronger and in case he grabbed hold of my foot, I could pry him off a little easier. Low and behold, God was on my side. As I reached down my leg, the grasshoppers' whiskers must have caught wind of my slow movement. The black creature knew what was best for his life and he quickly removed himself from the situation. All I heard was a thud as he must have hit the wall before disappearing into the darkness never to be seen again. My color eventually turned back to normal, my heart rate ceased and I used at least 1/4 of the sanitizer bottle to rid myself of any demon possession that might have occurred during my grasshopper encounter. In the meantime, I have guarded myself to remain grasshopper free and I keep my eye out for those little heeby-jeeby creatures, for they can attack at any time.

ChristianSingles.com

As you may know, I have been participating in the "I'm desperate" online dating scene. Funny, I know... but funny does it no justice. On the website, you are given the opportunity to "wink" at someone and "email me" to any of the other users. Many already know, I am quite the 'winker'. Boy, has that feature ever given me an inferiority complex. Ya know how when you have a huge, red, flaming pimple on your face and you just wish God had given you the head of a pig, because at least pigs dont get flaming red zits? Well, that is how this experience at online dating has done to me. I have never felt so ugly and vomitable since I was in middle school! I always anticipate the "new winks" that are notified by email and eagarly sign on to see who finds me interesting. However, when I see the username "juanito36 has winked at you", I tend to reevaluate myself. Why are only those south of the border attracted to me? And if they do happen to be north of the border, why are they still single? Then I talk to them more and it is apparent. Though I thought Christiansingles may have failed me, I did have an awfully cute and eventful story that has come of it. I met this guy, Ryan, from St. Louis and I knew I knew him from somewhere. We kinda text back and forth and lost contact when I came to school. Well, our contact started up again a couple weeks ago and long story short, I used to shampoo his hair and his mom's hair at the salon and he was the guy all the ladies talked about wanting me to meet. What a co-ink-ca-dink. Maybe all my whining has paid off and God is ready to give me a interest in an American christian single!

Heavy Loads

This morning I woke up with a heavy load on my shoulders.... Tyson. He was snuggled up around my neck due to a severe thunder storm last night. Normally I would think it was cute, but unfortunately, it hasn't been lately. He has a been infested with the fleas of a thousands lives and I have done everything in my power to get rid of them. Its just come to a point where I am accepting the flea bites on my neck and ankles as beauty marks. Hey, thats what love does to someone. Besides the stress of fleas, I've also been trying to cope with my heavy load of projects all piled upon me at once. Gotta love it. But, fortunately tonight is my night off of homework and I've been watching hours upon hours of Reba, one of my favorite shows. On a more serious note, I am stressed in figuring out what to do with myself. Upon graduation, I can (a.) move to Chatty and be the ever-so-desired cleaning lady and tattoo "never-getting-married" on my forehead or (b.) stay with my parents and um, (c.) do nothing, yet hopefully meet some prince charming. Its just kinda tough being away from the rents even though I am 21 with a 12 year old heart. :) Any suggestions? I would love advice....