Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Florida

On Saturday morning I have to scrape myself out of bed and head to the airport to fly to Orlando, Florida for a whole week of work and non-work related fun, (the work related fun can be better defined as slow, agonizing death.) Because I live in a utopia where the weather often sucks but very rarely kills, I have been obsessively checking Weather.com for the past week, terrified that I will have to go to the Sunshine State during a hurricane. Instead, according to the weather people, I will be treated to a whole lot of this:



Imagine my glee.

Now normally, I really wouldn't care about a weather report like that since this is a work thing and I will be trapped indoors most of the day anyway. BUT, this time I am planning on actually going out and trying to enjoy myself. Where will I go, you ask? Why to the giant people trap run by a mouse, otherwise know as the Disney World. My sister will be flying in to Florida to meet me on Tuesday, and then after I am done with business stuffs on Wednesday, it's off to the Magic Kingdom. I am not going to want to go to Typhoon Lagoon if it's pouring rain and there's lightning. As a matter of fact, the owners of the park won't want us there in that kind of weather either. It's a bit of a liability.

So this is me asking the powers-that-be for at least MOSTLY good weather. I don't need perfect weather. I just don't want to die and I don't want to be stuck indoors the whole time. Dare I say that I'm wishing upon a star? I've heard it makes no difference who you are...

Stopping now, sorry.

Since I haven't been to Disney World or Land since I was in elementary school, I imagine this will be like a whole new experience. One where I don't cry in uncontrollable fear in front of the Haunted Mansion, and where my parents don't pay for all the stuff. one where I realize that the Happiest Place On Earth costs more than a month of rent, (at my old apartment anyway,) to enjoy for a few days with another person. I can't imagine doing it with a whole family.

All that said though, and despite the weather, it will be rad. I can't wait*!





*For the Disney part. The work park will invariably suck.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Hugs



Eight to ten years ago, I would never have called myself a "hugger." I'm not sure I do now. When one is as socially awkward as I have been for most of my life, one tends to agonize over such trivial things up to the point of crippling inaction. "Should I hug this person? Do they WANT to be hugged? What if I go in for a hug and they cut me off with handshake!? Eff-it, guess I'll just wave awkwardly and slump away..." If someone else offered me a hug, I was all over that. However instigating was something that only happened rarely, was dreaded, and usually only involved a family member receiving the hug.

Then I went to college. And I made friends! (Not that that had never happened before, I just had a rather irrational fear that it wouldn't when I left my sheltered world for the other sheltered world that is private college. La di dah, I know.) Now, maybe it's just my small, Catholic college experience, but college is the land of hugging. Everyone there is a hugger, either by personality or through peer pressure. You hug your friends that you see in the cafeteria, the ones you run in to at parties, the ones you see in between classes, the ones you eventually live with. Even the ones you've only actually met one time at a party, see only every other week outside of Chem Lab, and have no actual friendship with. You hug people you don't like. And they all hug you. Hugs, in greeting, farewell and just for the fun of it, are frequent. Whether you like it or not. It was in that environment that I learned my true hugging identity.

You didn't know you could have a hugging identity*? Well you can. There are all sorts of hugs. Bear hugs, side hugs, soft hugs, hugs that I can only think to describe as 'grippy,' smothering hugs... it goes on. What kind of hug do you give when encountered with the prospect of having to wrap your arms around someone else's torso? Do you go around the neck? The waist? Diagonal? Are you one of those creeps that sneaks up on people that aren't your spouse and hugs them from behind? Do you start light then squeeze? Do you turn in to a Boa Constrictor? Every person is different!

Me, I am what I like to think of as a 'Firm' hugger. Mostly this means is that when I hug you, expect our bodies to actually touch and for there to be a small amount of force/pressure behind the embrace. If you are a dude, (or a lady who's in to it... I don't judge,) CONGRATS! You just got to touch my boobs. I don't squeeze, or cling. Just a good, solid hug. That's my style. Because I am biased, I think of this as a REAL hug.

And all of this brings me to my real point here. Being a firm hugger, it drives me bananas when I am confronted with an 'air' hugger. The hugs that give merely the impression or illusion that we are hugging. Perhaps our arms/torsos will lightly brush, and a light patting of the back will occur. I feel cheated when presented with one of these. If feel like it's the limp handshake of hugs. A hug should convey real happiness, or at least communicate that you are... you know... THERE. If you're going to go for it and hug someone, HUG them. Make it count.

So there it is. all of that for basically a huge whine about hugs. What kind of hugger are you?

*This is not an actual thing.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Holy Crap

This...

Is getting out of hand. I really need to clean out my purse.

(I am trying to get myself to be better at blogging, so I guess that means I have to post about stupid crap like this. I am so sorry.)


Ciao Ciao!

Welcome to the land that Narcissism built! You get to hear all about me! Aren't you pleased? I've tried to write/maintain a Blog in the past, mostly with poor results. I think I have a problem with trying too hard to be funny. I want to be funny! LAUGH AT ALL MY JOKES DAMMIT! Also, I have a feeling nothing much in my life warrants your attention. Except maybe if you want to ridicule me. Plenty of fodder for that.

Perhaps I need a psychiatrist rather than a blog. But those are more expensive.

So! Here we are. I will try to be coherent, occasionally funny, and at least moderately regular in my posting. Beyond that, I can promise nothing.