200th Post Spectacular? Maybe not so spectacular

I was going to call this post "Don't Hit on Me" for pretty obvious reasons, but then I noticed that it's my 200th post, so I thought I should at least acknowledge that.  I've been blogging for almost a year now, and I never intend to stop.  It's good for me to be able to vent and express my emotions and actually deal with the things I'm feeling instead of just keeping everything bottled up inside.

I have been hit on 2 times today, which is weird.  Normally, if I get hit on, which doesn't happen very often, it's when I'm wearing a short skirt or short shorts.  But today I was wearing jeans, not even skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt with a tanktop over it.  The first time I got hit on today was when I was on the bus with my new roommate.  Sidenote, I got officially approved to live there now and I'm moving in on the 1st.  This guy on the bus who looked old enough to be either one of our fathers and creepy enough to have a pedo-van and promise children free candy, moved to sit across the aisle from us after we got on.  My new roommate (S) and and I were talking to one another and then Old Creepy Dude (OCD, funny how that worked out) said "Excuse me, has anyone ever told you girls you're really pretty?"  We just said thank you and continued our conversation and ignored OCD.  How are you supposed to answer that anyway, just say yes?  Because people have said I'm pretty, and I'm sure people have told S she's pretty, because she's freaking gorgeous.  He got off the bus while mumbling something about wanting to get our numbers. Dream on, OCD.

After I got off the bus, I went to Jimmy John's to get a delicious sandwich.  Then I left and walked about 10 blocks up to where I'm staying right now.  I was about two blocks away and this random guy came up to me while I was waiting for the walk light and asked me how long my sandwich was.  I said I didn't know and attempted to ignore him.  Then he said he thinks it's 12 inches long and asked if he could have a bite, while trying to hold my hand.  A few things are wrong with that: First, I was holding a sandwich in my hand so hand-holding was impossible. Second, I'm a germaphobe and don't want strangers touching me. Third, he made it sound like some sort of euphemism, which would only have really made sense if he was a girl and I was a guy.  Thankfully, the walk light came on and I crossed the street and left him on the other side saying something, which I ignored.

I really am totally flattered when guys compliment me, if they aren't creepy and/or old.  The guy at the cash register at Radio Shack yesterday was really cute and he told me he liked my earrings.  I loved that. It made my day.  Now that I know that guy works there, I need an excuse to go to Radio Shack more often, but that would be spending money, which I can't be doing. Sadface.  I am really way too boy crazy.  Anyway, there are ways to talk to girls without hitting on them.  If you're a guy and you're reading this blog, listen up.  Well, I'm not really talking, so open up your eyeballs, increase your screen brightness if necessary, and prepare for the inside scoop.

The majority of girls do not like being hit on.  I don't know any who do, but seeing the way some girls dress, it seems like they must like it.  First rule, which I would think is pretty obvious, is don't try to flirt with girls if you're either creepy or old enough to be their father.  If you are creepy, what are you even doing reading my blog? Get out of here.  Second rule, be respectful.  Don't tell a girl she has a nice butt or boobs.  Just don't.  Third rule, when complimenting a girl, it's easier to not potentially come off as creepy if you compliment something that isn't a part of her.  By this I mean, compliment something that can be removed.  I'm not saying you should tell a girl, "Hey I like your shirt. Take it off."  That would break the second rule.  What I mean is that it's generally safer to tell a girl you like her shirt/dress/skirt/hat/shoes/earrings/necklace/bracelet/dinosaur costume, etc. than to tell a girl you like her eyes/lips/legs, etc.  A second thing that needs to be addressed for this rule is the sort of adjective you use when complimenting something.  If you like a girl or think she's pretty or whatever and want to sort of let on that you like her/think she's pretty and maybe you'd like to go on a date sometime, you do not want to make her wonder if you're gay.  Adjectives that should be avoided when complimenting a girl include cute, adorable, and darling.  Cute is borderline.  It's okay to say to a girl that she looks really cute in that dress, but saying that it's a really cute dress may make her question your sexuality.  Some girls might like being called adorable, but not me.  To me, kittens and puppies and babies can be adorable, but if you call me adorable, I feel like you're saying I'm young.  After spending my entire life having everyone think I'm younger than I am, I don't want people reminding me that I look like I'm in high school (although I must admit it comes in handy when you can ride the bus for 75 cents instead of $2.25).  So I guess that's not really the guideline for talking to all girls, more like the guideline for talking to me.  Anyway, I hope you feel enlightened. This has been the 200th post.  I'll see you in the future for the 201st post.  Until then, don't creep out women, and stay classy.

I Got a Place to Live!

Pardon me while I do a few cartwheels.  The place I applied to live at yesterday is letting me live there.  It's on the lower end of my budget and there's a pool.  I'm really excited.

Today I bought 9 pairs of socks, since I only had one pair left, thanks to one very hungry dryer eating one of my socks every time I do laundry.  Then I went to the park and hacky sacked for two hours, barefoot.  A lot of people told me that I'm really good.  After that, I saw some people set up a slackline, so I asked if I could try.  It's so much harder than you might think.  It's really tough just to stand on it to start with.  My record is walking one step.  One of the guys was really cute.  I didn't even ask for his number or anything, although I did consider it.  I thought you were supposed to outgrow boy craziness.  They had only been slacklining for four days and the cute guy was really good at it.  And he could do backflips.

Then I went to the grocery store and got a mango popsicle.  It was delicious, so delicious that when I finished eating it, I tipped it up to drink the melted part and ended up spilling it all over my face, neck, and in my shirt.  I am so clumsy sometimes.

Yesterday, I received my new glasses in the mail.  They're great.  They fit perfectly and got the prescription correct and everything.  I also received my first book cover design assignment yesterday.  I have 10 days to design three unique concepts.  It's not the sort of book that I would read, some sort of silly romance thing.

And I emailed the guy who bought my DS.  I'll let you know what he says.

Boys, Boys, Boys

First of all, welcome to my newest follower, Ellen Lloyd.  Thanks for following me.  I followed you back.  I really enjoy your blog.

This is the tale of my day yesterday.  In the morning I went to church and haung out at the house for a while.  Then I met a guy at Starbucks and sold him my Nintendo DS at 6:00.  He paid me $100 for the DS and 14 games, so I'm not broke anymore, which is pretty great.  He was around my age, attractive, funny, and very charismatic.  I kind of want to ask him if he wants to hang out sometime.  So that was pretty great.  Then on the way back, this random guy was like "Hey, didn't you walk past here a while ago?"  I said yes, and then he asked if I would be coming by again. I said no, and then he asked if he could walk me.  I said I guess so, so we walked and talked and he told me he liked my earrings and then he asked how old I am.  I told him I'm 19 and he said he thought I looked older.  That was the first time in my life someone has thought I looked older than I am.  Usually they think I'm up to 3 years younger than I am.  He asked for my email address after asking if I'm busy this week. I told him I'm hopefully moving, so yes.  Then he asked if I'm doing anything this weekend, which I'm not.  I told him I'm probably not doing anything this weekend, but I don't really date guys that much older than me.  He's only five years older than me, but I haven't had a whole lot of experience dating, so I just want to stick to guys 2 years older or a year younger.  So he asked if I'd like to hang out just as friends and I said sure.

Then I got home and my roommates had a party for one of their friends who is going away to med school this week.  I didn't really know anyone so I did a lot of awkward standing around, but I did meet two designers, one graphic and one fashion, so that was pretty cool.

Today I'm checking out a place that is on the lower end of my budget and there's a pool. I'm determined to like it.

I'm still debating about asking the guy who bought my DS to hang out. Any opinions?  There's also this guy at my church who I really like, if I ever get the nerve to ask him to hang out.

Photo Manipulations

I've been doing them today.  So far, I made this.

Then I made this.

And then I turned that into this.

I like how it turned out.



It's been a while since I've done a movie review, but I just watched Stardust, and it easily gets 5 out of 5 stars, which is quite appropriate.  It is definitely going on my favorite movies list.  It's got action, adventure, transvestite pirates, witches, comedy, ghosts, and romance.  If you like Princess Bride or Inkheart or Spirited Away or The Neverending Story, I highly recommend it.  But really, if you're breathing, I highly recommend it.