Hello humans of the internet! It’s hurricane season and one is coming. We can feel tropical winds and its still two days away. There’s evacuations. And the roads are being reversed. We are tying everything down today and getting ready.
Hello humans of the internet. The Amazon rainforest is on fire. Im not a news source please research this. Below is a link to a place to start.
Hello humans of the internet! Im going to tell this story because honestly I’m so confused. I don’t know what was going on.
I was on the grocery store at 9AM. That’s 9 in the morning. And this huge angry man walked up to me got in my face and aggressively shouted “I said hey.”
I really don’t think this man said hey to me. I know I don’t hear super well, but he just walked at me and shouted. I’d never met him before. I was just trying to get some allergy medicine at 9 o’clock in the morning. So, I looked him in the eye and said “good morning” as nicely as I could. He paused briefly then got in my face again and said “smile when I say hey. Answer people.” So I ducked down a random aisle and did my best to disappear, then quickly left the store. I didn’t even get everything I need and will have to go back to the store tomorrow.
Why is he like that? Why would a person feel they have the right to get in a stranger’s face and demand their positive attention. I think I’m a generally nice person, but I’m not going to smile at you when you’re yelling at me.
Hello humans of the internet! I haven’t posted about it in a whole, but the hair adventures continue. Usually, my hair adventures involve dyeing it or cutting it and has wielded interesting results. Like pink, purple, green, pixie cuts, bangs and no bangs.
To name a few….
But, I got the idea that I need to grow it out. And let me tell you. This is boring. This is taking forever. I don’t even have a specific length I’m trying to grow it to. I’m just growing it out, indefinitely I guess. Until I get bored and chop it again. Or dye it again. But here’s the thing. I’ve now grown it long enough and healthy enough that I feel committed to it. I’ve put too much effort into it now. It’s not even that long. So I’m sure you’re going to look at this picture and go, “girl, you have short hair.” But it feels healthy, and soft, and this took a long time to grow, so I don’t want to hear it. My hair doesn’t grow that fast. I’ve been over here reading pinterest articles trying to find a magic grow my hair faster formula. As far as I can tell, there isn’t one, but giving yourself a scalp massage is pretty relaxing before bed. So, I’m going to keep doing that even though I’m pretty sure it does nothing.
So, this is where it’s at. I have no plans for it, I guess I’m just seeing how long it will grow.
Hello humans if the internet. I realize that this might sound a bit ominous, but utter was the best way I could think of to describe what I’m seeing.
Hello humans of the internet! Yes I know, it’s only August and only just the beginning of August and really still 2 months before I should be posting about Halloween. But you see, I went into the store yesterday and I saw Halloween stuff. I would also like to point out that I saw Christmas stuff 2 weeks ago and I think that’s really pushing it. Halloween stuff this soon is probably pushing it. I did however buy this fancy teal masquerade mask:
I guess this is why they have Halloween stuff for sale in August, people like me will buy it.
Hello humans of the internet! As you may or may not be aware, I have a puppy, named Peggy who is now 7 months old. I’ve talked before about what I’ve learned from Peggy and now I’d like to revisit that because 7 months in, I’ve learned a lot more.
Hello humans of the internet! Another month is coming to an end. I mean there’s still two days, but it’s close enough.
Hello humans of the internet! As you might have noticed, I’ve been dating my marine for a little while now. And let me tell you the people of this small southern town, have a thing or two to say about it. The following are real conversations I’ve had with real people.
- The most common among adults who know both of us. Not that we aren’t adults but people who were adults when we met.
When people find out I’m dating someone they are first, relieved because I’m 24 and they thought I’d die alone, then they ate very, very curious.
“Anyone we know?”
Yes it’s Schulz. We were friends growing up his parents live just over there.
“Oh, I thought you went to public school.”
“Yes, I did. We met at the theater.”
“What’s he doing, did he ever go to school? I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Well he’s a Marine.”
“Really?” They are always incredulous, “they skinny boy? He’s so little.” Or “I must be thinking of someone else.” Or some other variation of surprise. This is about the time I feel like I’m dating Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon.
2. The most common among peers who know both of us after seeing our relationship status on facebook
“Wow, did not see that coming”
“No like really. I had know idea you liked each other. That’s crazy.”
We do, I say while thinking, I mean, we’ve liked each other since high school, it’s not like we were flirting subtly back then, we were 17.
“Seriously, though, you like him? He’s kinda you know….”
Yep, I like him, that’s why we’re dating.
“I was shocked when I saw that on facebook. I just don’t understand it.”
This is the point where I feel even more like I’m dating Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon.
These interactions make me want to scream because they are clearly still picturing the awkward 18 year old he was the last time they saw him. The thing is, that wasn’t yesterday, that was 5 or 6 years ago. Also, I thought he was cute when I we were 17, please stop insulting my man.
3. This one is usually well meaning people who only know me.
“If your boyfriend is a marine, why aren’t you married?”
That’s kind of a personal decision.
“I’m not being ugly, I’m just asking. I mean wouldn’t it be better for you to just go get married.”
We don’t think that’s the best decision right now.
“I just don’t get it. Why aren’t you married?”
Unfortunately, it would be rude to scream, why do you care so much?
4. This one has only happened once. I was wearing Schulz’s shirt because he’s deployed and I like wearing it.
“I love that shirt.”
Thanks, it’s Schulz’s.
I am still confused by that interaction.
5. This one has also only happened once. I made a shirt that’s red with a gold glitter Marine symbol and the words “I will wait.” I wear it every Friday while he’s deployed.
“That’s kind of an ugly shirt.”
Thanks, I’m wearing for my boyfriend because he’s a marine.
“It’s still ugly”
Well, I’m wearing it while my boyfriend is deployed.
“That’s a dumb reason to wear a shirt.”
Unfortunately, this interaction happened at work so I just smiled and continued asking about their order.
6. The ever popular
“Why is he away?”
Because he’s a marine
“Why is he a marine?”
That is his job.
“I could do that”
Be a marine?
“I mean that either, but I can’t imagine dating one. Why would you want to do that?”
I love him and that’s just what his job is.
“I would never let (husband/ fiance/ boyfriend) do that.”
Honestly, I have no idea how to respond to that. And frankly, that’s rude. Why would you say that?
This has been my experience dating a marine in a small southern town. I know some of these are true of any relationship. But all of them feel a little invasive.
Hello humans of the internet! I feel like I used to be better at naming blog posts. I don’t know who’d be interested in reading a post that frankly sounds a little boring, but that’s all I could think of at the moment. I haven’t slept much, okay.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been helping out with the theater camp that I attended when I was younger and I wanted to talk about how theater changes lives. Personally, for me, that building was my sanctuary. I started doing plays there when I was 7 years old. That’s 17 years of theater. Which means I’ve been doing plays there longer than most of the campers the last two weeks have been alive, don’t worry that didn’t make me feel old at all. The point is my whole school career I was bullied for various reasons (imagine that, a bullied kid grew up to be a blogger, how “unique”) But the theater was always a place that I belonged. It was a sanctuary. It was a home where I could be myself. Where anyone could be themselves. The kid who reads at recess, the kid that 100% attempts spells, the kid who wears all black, the kid who’s parent works 3 jobs just to provide the necessities, the kid on foster care, the kid with disabilities, everyone It was a place where everyone was welcome and accepted, no questions asked.
The last two weeks, you could see that those kids felt the same way. Especially the older kids who’d been at the theater for years. It is home for them. It’s where they grew up. The way they talk about it, it is home. It is safe for them. It is their sanctuary. It is the place where they can talk to people who share they’re passions. That can be excited about the one song from Fiddler on the Roof, and mo one ridicules that. They can belt disney songs and there’s always someone to finish they’re duet. (Let me know if you know that reference)
I could say that community theater is important because you learn to communicate with different age groups or because you learn cooperation or because you gain confidence or because it helps you find your voice or because you get to meet people you would otherwise never know or because you learn the magic of storytelling. And all of that would be true. Being a part of the theater is a magical experience that shapes you as a person. But, I believe that community theater is most important because it is home. And it is a home that will always welcome you back.