Ballroom Beat...

Did you know that you can TANGO to THRILLER?

I didn't, but I sure found out yesterday during ballroom class!!

Isn't that awesome?

Who wants to be my tango partner?

Guest Post on Bittersweet!!

Everybody, everybody!

Today is a special day, 

because Rickers has so kindly invited me to post on his most fabulous blog!

Please come over and support him and me,

and leave him a comment.

I'm posting about Glee,

if that gets you excited.

More specifically, 

Brittany.

Also,

sugar cookies.

:-)

See This Window?

On Tuesday, I came home to a locked door and no key in my backpack. And five hours of work looming ahead of me. And NO LUNCH. This girl needs food in her tummy to be happy. She gets inordinately grumpy and upset if she's hungry. Also, she cannot keep up with 13 and 14-year-olds if she doesn't have at least a slice of peanut butter toast. Just so you know.

So I immediately thought to myself, "Perchance the dining room window is open!! Mayhap I can climb through there and obtain some sustenance!" Dropped my backpack on the porch and scurried around the corner to dining room window (see above picture). Saw the window was open. Realized the window was well above my head. Recognized there were many students walking on the sidewalk. Did not want the cops called on me because someone might see me breaking into my own house. Decided that would be my last resort.

Texted my roomie at 11:31 AM, "When do you get home?" Decided twenty seconds later that I was not going to wait like a wimp for anyone to come home and open the door. 

I was going to take care of myself, dagnabbit! 

I wasn't 22 for nothing, no sirree!!! 

Headed back to the window. If you look on the left wall, there is a water spigot. Left foot on that, big hop so right foot was braced on wall under window. Hauled myself up onto the window sill. Was teetering on my hips. Almost fell out because I was giggling so hard. Window only as wide as my shoulders. Couldn't get a knee up.

Grabbed handfuls of carpet and dragged myself in by my elbows until I landed on all fours. Opened the front door. Got phone and backpack. Came back inside. Checked phone. New text message.

11:32 AM: "I'm leaving for class in a few minutes." 

Heard voice call out, "Chess is that you?"

Gah.

Can only hope someone filmed the sight of my rear end and legs 

dangling out the window

and posted it on YouTube.

Let me know.

I FORGOT...

to go to my friend's house last night.

For the Glee premiere party.

That I suggested.

That's how busy I am!! :(

Oh gosh. 

I can't believe how much of an idiot I am sometimes.

The Day Has Come!!!

What day you ask?

Only the day I have been waiting for four months!!!

Only the greatest day in September!

Only the greatest day ever!

Tonight.

At 8:00 p.m., Glee will premiere.

The End.

Have a nice day!!

Dear Kristen Warner,

I realize you are in Ukraine right now, pretty much why we are not roommates this year. But I feel as though we are roommates, because you are taking really good care of me at the moment. You are probably so confused right now. That's okay.

But if it weren't for you, I'd be really hungry at the moment. See, my favorite peanut butter is Adam's natural creamy PB, and I ate an entire jar in the first two and half weeks of school. Can't help it. Crackers, celery, apples... they all need it, and I need them. So what was I supposed to do when the PB ran out, and I didn't have time to go to the store?

You saved me! You went to Ukraine and forgot all about the fact that you left a jar of Adam's PB in the refrigerator. How fortuitous! I'm guessing you won't mind that I've already voraciously helped myself to it.
You're awesome. I owe you one. A jar of PB if you want. Just say the word.

Chess

I'm Not Dead...

Just incredibly BUSY.

And this was supposed to be my easy semester!!! I have never EVER been so good at doing my homework in my life as I have been the last two and a half weeks. I write in a planner! I cross things off! If I weren't me, I'd ask me if I were me. That's how crazy organized I am.

Maybe it's because I don't have TV

and therefore cannot waste away my life watching the Food Network?

My schedule for today and why I can't blog:

8:30 -- stupid gen. ed. class I don't need (except I need to be full-time)

9:30 -- Help teach country swing

10:30 -- Institute (we are studying the writings of John the Beloved)

11:30 -- my country swing class

12:30 -- ultimate Frisbee class

1:30 -- eat lunch, shower, walk to work

2:30 -- work

5:15 -- get home, make/eat dinner

6:00 -- homework, homework, homework

9:00 -- DANCING

12:30 -- get home, shower, set things out for Thursday

1:15 -- go to bed, sleep for six hours if I'm lucky

I'm going to blog for reals one of these days.

I promise.

Solution to the Evil Known as a Car Alarm...

Stupid cars. And their stupid alarms blaring at unholy hours of the day. Stupid owners not coming out and shutting them off, because they can't tell if it's their stupid car's stupid alarm, or another stupid owner's stupid car's stupid alarm.

You know how it is. I know you know how it is. Don't even pretend to deny that I know you know how it is. Because we all know how it is.

I suppose a car alarm is a necessary evil. Kind of like toilet paper in a bathroom shared by five girls. Have to have it, can't live without it, but the roll has to be changed almost every day and a half. But somehow it's easier to leave the roll on the back of the toilet, instead of taking the two seconds to switch it out with the empty cardboard tube.... I mean, what? We are ALL in our twenties now!! It is NOT that difficult. Seriously.

Sorry. This is a rant about car alarms. 

Not toilet paper. Just in case you got confused.

Like I said, I suppose a car alarm is a necessary evil. So why couldn't it be like the alarm or ringtone on your cellphone? You program it with a song, one that will help you identify your own car. It should probably still be an obnoxious song, but perhaps it could have a beat and a backup vocals. That way, people can dance as they attempt to break into your car, or the people walking too close to your car won't be as scared to death when the alarm goes off. And they can bust a move too.

I think I would choose "Ice Ice Baby" for my car alarm. If I had a car. Obnoxiously catchy, and you can't help but dance. Also, it would help me keep my one silly talent honed and at the ready. Because you've never seen a 5'2" Chinese gringa rap those lyrics better than I can.

Seriously.

What would be YOUR car alarm?

Is That So?

We have a little thing on campus called Poetry and a Beverage. 

It's an open mic kinda thing.

You come, read your own poetry and/or listen to others read their poetry, and there are beverages provided.

I saw a sign somewhere this week advertising PoBev, and whoever wrote it up forgot the "v" in "beverage":

 Poetry and a Beerage 

So much for an alcohol-free campus...

;-)

Professor C. Once Told Me...

that I was a 

"model student"

two years ago.

I didn't have the heart to correct him

and tell him that I never read his assignments.

Now he is my professor once again.

He is the kind of man that makes tweed, 

and elbow patches, and jeans cool.
He is old.
He is secksy.

He remembered me on the first day of class.

I suddenly feel the pressure to actually BE a model student.

Don't you dare laugh at me, Kayce.

It IS possible.

;-)

PS. I was forced to reject poor restaurant boy on Saturday. I'm sorreeeeeee!

Believe It or Not...

But I happen to be an extremely recognized and loved (hah!) individual

on this here piece of land I like to call Utah State University.

I know, right?

If you knew me in high school, 

you would know this fact makes no sense.

Yet, it is true.

About 14,000 students live around and attend the Logan campus (10,000 others are enrolled in regional campuses and distance education). That's quite a lot of people for this tiny little town. You would have to count your fingers 1400 times. That would take a long time. So, to go more quickly, I would also use my toes. Just a tip. 

One would think that with that many people around, I would go through my day and hardly ever see a soul whose name I knew. Oh no. I can't walk through campus without saying hello to at least 10 or 15 people, or having them yell my name. 

"Chess," you say, "This is a good thing!" Oh, I don't deny that I am secretly pleased that I know so many humans. Seeing a friend watch as I flip my hair and wave to five or six people in the space of 44 seconds and hearing him/her exclaim in awe, "Wow. You know everyone!" is like a personal brand of heroin unto me. I'm just sad because I finally figured out how they all know me. Because I'm afraid more people know me than I know back.

See, I embarrass myself in class. I can't help it. Either I make a fool of myself, or my professor calls on me and I fail to deliver, but I manage to do so in a successfully humorous way. There are many variations on these humiliating situations, but one thing is always constant. People (including professors) always know my name because of them.

Typical re-introduction conversation:

Me: "I know you, but how....?"

Person: "We were in that one class where you did this.... and you said that... and I remembered."

Me: *cringe* "Oh... Oh yeah."

Then we end up being the best of buddies.

Yet for some reason, it is so hard to find people to hang out with. 

Possibly, I am lazy.

I am popular. 
But I am NOT COOL. 

:)

Hoo Boy...

Uh-oh. 

Restaurant boy who was crushing on me texted me the other night (must've got my number off the employee list). He hasn't forgotten about me. Oh dear. I have a bad feeling I'm gonna have to hurt his feelings sometime soon. Not only that, I'll have to do it in Spanish. In not-so-good Spanish. What would it be like to be gently rejected in your own language, by a girl who doesn't have a good handle on it anymore? How terrible!

I mean, I was temporarily flattered for just a minute when I first found out about it, but I was LEAVING. I have LEFT. I am GONE. I'm not planning on ever really going back. 

I'm in my beloved self-proclaimed hometown with YSB in my class every other day and living just around the corner. Not to mention tall, dark, and handsome Blue-Green Eyes, whom I was teaching to dance (in my break between classes, I go help teach beginning country swing), who happens to be YSB's roommate this year. I've had a little simultaneous crush on both those boys since we had almost all of our classes together this last spring, so I can't help harboring a tiny hope that maybe this fall something will happen with either one of them. I'm a girl who loves a good crush. Sue me.

So there is no room to be trying to avoid the shy flirtations of a boy in a restaurant that I really don't plan on returning to work for (except possibly over Christmas break). It would be hard to even try to be friends. I'm hoping he doesn't text me anymore, even though I told him he could (because he asked), because I'm nice and I don't know how to say no. 

I know I can't get ahead of myself, because nothing has happened, but my mind has gone into overdrive, seeing all the ways I have gotten/will get myself into trouble and now must think of all the different possible ways of getting out of it. And based on past experience, trying to get out of trouble and making peace only ever made things worse. 

Terrifying, but don't you think?!