This happens to me a lot, unsurprisingly. It kind of makes me wonder how many weird things I say when I don't have a friend around to point out how little sense I'm making.
Obligatory question: "Vicki, does this mean you talk to yourself?"
Well, vague person I created for the sake of answering a question that in reality wasn't asked and therefore meaning I don't actually have to own up to this fact: Yes, that's exactly what this means. Some people are capable of thinking thoughts in their head. I don't understand how to do this, so I think my thoughts out loud or on paper. But enough about that.
So I was walking with Annie to her room today and we were talking about how the elevator in her building has been broken for a long time now. Since we both live on the third floor of our respective dorms, I can imagine how bothersome that would get, but then I decided it was important to add:
"Though, some days I'll start at the basement and go up the three flights of stairs just for a little bit of exercise because I feel like I've eaten like a whore."
I continued talking until I noticed Annie looking at me like I was insane. Then, after exchanging a glance that said, "Yes, I did just say 'eat like a whore' and no, I don't have a clue what that means" we both promptly burst into a fit a giggles. Good times.
My other quote of the day took place a few hours later when I was telling Annie about how I never expected to buy a car without a man present (like I did this past Fall), because I figured that I would always have my dad or a husband or a brother-in-law or a friend to offer me expert car opinions. Then, after realizing that many men from our generation actually know little more about cars than we do, we started discussing the injustice of it all. Warning: the conversation got extremely sexist from this point on. I honestly don't care.
So my/our rant went something like this:
"We know how to cook. We knit. We have sewing skills. We work as event coordinators, so that means we can throw a successful dinner party. We've tutored and babysat, so we have some experience with children. We're even business minors and can manage a budget. Is it so much to ask that they know how cars work?"
And I, getting very worked up in my standard Vicki-fashion, decided it was great idea to yell, right outside the library and in the middle of campus so plenty of people could hear me, "I mean, I SCRAPBOOK!"
*pause for more blushing and giggling*
That was my day.
3 comments:
Can I point out that you did it again, only with text this time. While you may in fact have sowing skills, I think farming is an occupation which would traditionally be fulfilled by a man. Especially because sowing has the connotation of farming as a job rather than simply gardening. Totally ironic!
If, however, you meant sewing, then it would make a lot more sense that it was just a typo..... Yeah that's probably what you meant....
And can I also point out that I had to create my own blog in order to make that incredibly insightful comment. So you better appreciate it!
TEST MY NERVES.
I loled many times throughout this post.
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