Random Act of Kindness

This week I had an extra assignment for my service-learning class to perform a random act of kindness and tell the story about it and how the person reacted to it. Things like smiling at someone or holding the door didn’t count. I entered a submission to get the credit for the class, but my RAK didn’t happen until today.

Today I was sitting outside the library talking to my mom on the phone. As I was sitting there a biker pulled up to the bike racks and was trying to lock his bike with a new, still in the packaging U-lock. I glanced at him and saw him struggling with it. I have the same kind of lock for my bike, so I knew that it was a little confusing to use at first. But he continued to struggle with it, and then I noticed that he only had one arm. It was hard enough to get the lock done with two hands and arms, but he was trying to hold the lock against the bike rack with his knees and lock it with just one hand. After letting him have a go at it a time or two I stood up and held the lock while he put the top on. He looked a little surprised that I stood up to help him, and he was quick to thank me and had a big smile on his face. We stood and talked for a minute there outside the library, and then he went inside and I continued talking to my mom. Little things like this always make me realize that doing little things to serve our neighbors really does make a difference in someone’s day. I don’t know this kid, and I doubt that I’ll ever see him again on campus, but his smile was so sincere and genuine; I could feel that he was really appreciative that I had taken 2 minutes to help him out.

The Best Dream Ever

Last night I had The Best Dream Ever. All I remember is that I punched my Terrible Roommate, Emily, in the face. But that’s all I need to know that it was The Best Dream Ever.

GoGirl, GoGirl.

I drink a lot of Mountain Dew (diet, of course, because I am trying get brain cancer. The coolest kind of cancer). And I mean A LOT. I’m talking like today I’ve already had a can, a 20 oz bottle, I’m working on a 44 oz fountain drink, and I’ve only been awake for like 6 hours. This is my life, what can I say? Anyway, that’s a lot of liquid, and a lot of caffeine. So you can imagine how much I pee in a day. Also a lot. That is why I want a GoGirl, (that's a link so you can see what this fantastic thing is for yourself!). Yes! A GoGirl! Probably the world’s greatest invention for women right after tampons, bras, and concealer (just think of life without those things. Pretty bleak, right?).

I start to think of my life if I had a GoGirl, and I think that I would just start peeing everywhere, on everything. There would be no limits to where I could pee! What a fantastic image to put in your head. Also, I have so many manly tendencies already, so why not add peeing standing up to the list? After all, the slogan of GoGirl is “You won’t be a man, you’ll just pee like one!” Perfect for me! So I’m seriously considering getting one. It’s only $10, and reusable! Anyone willing to buy one for me? 

Speaking of other things I have asked you, my supposed blogging audience, to buy for me... I got some Vibram toe shoes! 

Thank you Sports Den of Salt Lake for having a sale and selling the pair I wanted, in my size, for half price! I could not have reached this dream without you. But don’t worry, I’m sure I will be asking you, my viewers (assuming I have any), for more unnecessary things very soon. There will always be an opportunity for you to buy me things, rest assured.

Oh, Facebook

Do you ever see those things on Facebook, those statuses of the people you hate, where they are saying something downright idiotic. And you’re sitting there, reading it, becoming more and more aware of their idiocy. Wondering why you are friends with this person in the first place. And it happens, suddenly you have the most perfectly witty, cutting remark. Something they aren’t expecting. Especially not from you. It’s so perfect, you can hardly resist. Do I say it? Do I pretend to be nice? Or do I show my true colors as a clever bitch? You know that shit will hit the fan if you do. Not to say that wouldn’t be fun, but it would be a hassle. Albeit a hilarious hassle.

A very dear friend of mine on FB, God bless his heart, is a master of these statuses. The ones that make you cringe at the very thought of ever having thought he was a decent human being. Can I give some examples? Here, straight off FB:

“Would you still stare me down if I was listening to heavy metal...”

I know that you do listen to heavy metal. And it sucks. So yes, I would still stare you down if you were listening to it. Because it sucks! But I really doubt that’s why anyone is staring you down. It’s probably because of the douche-mobile you drive. If a douche came in vehicle form, your “pimped-out” Nissan Xterra would be it.

“Don’t drink and drive tonight guys... and oh ya no self respecting irish person would be wearing a shirt that says kiss me im irish... it’s degrading”

You don’t know anything about self respect. Or about grammar. You’re the kind of person that Ed Hardy beer, such words of wisdom I have never heard! That is fantastic advice! Why didn’t I think of that before? Oh yeah, because I have some moral integrity, perhaps? Or maybe you have to screw everything you see, or at least try to, because so few people actually want your penis inside them. Men and women are included in that statement. Dom excluded.

“Hipsters are just ugly people who get laid, by other ugly people”

How are you any different from these “hipsters” you’re talking about? You are ugly. You are also getting laid by other ugly people, if you’re getting laid at all. Which I doubt. Because you’re really not as hot as you make yourself out to be. Once all the charm from that short exterior fades away, what is left? You guessed it, a douche! 

“As bad as I want you... I also don’t want you”

Holy cow, the sophistication of your life astounds me. What a conundrum. To want or not to what? These conflicting emotions... So hard to sort through with your simple mind, isn’t it?

Geez, another post where I realize I’m a bitch and wonder why I have friends. Oh yeah, because I’m not this dear person or Emily. Silly me!

Sleeping

You know what would make my life so much easier? Not needing sleep. Imagine if we were all just human robots and never needed sleep. Or vampires, like in Twilight. Pretend like I didn’t just confess knowledge of that. So much more would get accomplished! Sure, I would probably just end up procrastinating more. But, I would also not end up falling asleep in at least one class every day. Why has no one thought about this before, and how to cure it?? Sleeping is like a disease that the entire population of the world is suffering from! Why doesn’t someone create a caffeine patch, like in Meet the Robinson’s? 

"You can stay awake for days with no side effects! AHHHHH!!!"

With all our fancy science these days, why hasn’t anyone figured out how to do some little brain operation that erases the need for sleeping?

That being said, how much I can sleep is also a point a pride. Last night I got 12 hours of sleep and slept through all my classes. Yesterday I passed out cold for 4 hours. The week before spring break when I was sick I slept for 12-14 hours a night plus naps. Last semester I took an 8 hour nap. I can sleep pretty much any time of day or night, anywhere. I love sleeping, but I waste so much time doing it. Even Max says that I spend more time asleep than awake. Sorry my body just needs copious amounts of sleep to function properly! I would much rather be out doing SOMETHING. Anything. But wintertime just makes me want to hibernate. Anyone else feel like that? Like when there’s a cloudy, dark, cold day you just want to put on sweats and an enormous sweatshirt and curl up in bed watching The Office or Arrested Development while eating a sleeve of Ritz crackers? Anyone? Well thank goodness it’s springtime now, maybe my sleep habits will go back to normal. But probably not.

On an unrelated note, have I ever mentioned how awesome I am at making cards? Because I’m really great at it. Or at least I like to think so. I made my lovely boyfriend, Scott, a fantastic birthday card since his birthday was today.  

It’s pretty great, if I do say so myself. Cell phone added to show how big it was (that's what s/he said).

Letters Between Lovers (The Things We Leave Unsaid)

By Ashley Shaw

Danny,

It is sunny here,

But not as warm as expected.

Dusty yellow rays bounce off

The shiny red paint

On my car,

But I still shiver.

I never realized how

Cold it could be

In Florida

-Leslie

Leslie,

I, too, am cold.

But for a different reason.

I miss you.

I wish you would come home.

I can still hear your tentative footsteps

Walking through our bedroom.

It still smells like gardenia,

Even though all of the flowers

Have died.

It is brisk here.

Love,

-Danny

Danny,

Yes, I am aware of your brisk temperatures.

Like the cold tone of your letter.

I made it to the beach today

And let my toes drift lazily

Against the water's edge.

I wore my black bikini.

The one we picked out together

In one of those little stores on the

Jersey boardwalk.

I caught men staring at my

Rounded bottom.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

I chased the seagulls

Into the foaming surf.

It's so beautiful here.

But I still long for home.

I hope you are keeping occupied.

-Leslie

Leslie,

I am keeping busy.

To distract myself from

Thoughts of your hair

And toes and skin and shoulders

And scent.

I feel your ghost in each

Breath I take, and

I keep thinking I see you

Out of the corner of my eye,

Your lips stretched into a smile.

It was so rare to see you smile

During the past few months.

I wish you were here.

Yes, I'm very busy.

-Danny

Danny,

I'm having my lawyer send up the papers.

Please sign them at your earliest convenience.

Why couldn't you just talk to me?

We could have resolved this.

I'm sorry it worked out this way.

Why didn't you just

Love me?

-Leslie

Leslie,

The papers are signed.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could have fixed this,

But I know

I could never be what you need.

I wish I could tell you

How much I love you,

How much I long for you,

How late I stay awake each night

Just thinking of your eyes,

But some things are

Better left

Unsaid.

-Danny

The poem really struck me, and I’m still trying to figure out why. I think it’s because it’s making me realize the importance of vocalizing some things. Important things. Like how much you love people, and how important they are to you. One of the interesting parts of this poem is the “what if?” factor. What if Danny had not crossed out all that was written in his first letter? What would Leslie have said then? Could all have been resolved between them? Sadness just emanates from this poem, and it makes me reflective.

Starting today it is my goal to be more open and honest with the people I deal with. In a good way. Not because I’m getting stepped all over and need to assert myself, but because there are a lot of really awesome, really special people in my life. And I want to make sure that they know that.

For example, my parents, who won’t read this blog. They are really awesome, and I love them so much. I know, that’s kind of obvious. Most people love their parents. But I love my parents a lot, even though they drive me crazy sometimes. I know that they just care about me, and want what’s best for me and my future. I appreciate all that they have done for me, like making sure I did well enough in school to make it to a good college, and then paying for me to go to said college. Also, for raising me in a religious home where I know about God and Jesus Christ and how much They love me (and yes, I know this makes me sound like one of those Jesus people, but...). So many things to be grateful for! 

Starting now, I’m letting everyone know how and why they are so amazing and why I am so glad to have them in my life. Get ready, you could be next!

Spring Fever!

It’s officially been spring for about 2 weeks now, and I’m starting to get spring fever! I just want to CREATE things! I just want to make CRAFTS, and go sit OUTSIDE, (provided it’s sunny and warm), and DO THINGS! The only problem is... I’m still in school. And it’s not actually that warm outside. And I don’t want to buy things for crafts that I will just have to take home in 4 weeks. Obviously my life is a black abyss. And it doesn’t help that my newest addiction, Stumble Upon (or Stumbler, as I call it), keeps showing me craft blogs, delicious recipes, and nature photos! The world is conspiring against me. Stumbler must be a conspiracy formulated by MY OWN MIND to torment me. So I have to pacify myself by sending the links of all these things (especially the recipes, like these cake batter pancakes!) to my friends, and hoping one of them will make the thing. So that I can live vicariously through them. This is what my life has become.

Today is the Tom’s Day Without Shoes! And I just now remembered, and discreetly shoved my mocs into my backpack. I love being barefoot! I just wish that it were more socially acceptable, comfortable, and less dirty. I always feel like shoes ruin my carefully constructed outfits. Don’t get me wrong, I love shoes. But I never want to wear them. At least not for extended periods of time. Clothes always look better when accompanied by bare feet! It’s too bad those Vibram toe shoes don’t look like bare feet. They just look like your feet are really funny colors. But I still want a pair! Anyone willing to buy me a pair? They are reasonably priced, only $75 for the classics! Click HERE to see the pair I want! Too bad they are out of my size! Gah. But I would also gladly accept THIS pair.

Also, I would like to give a “shout out” to Werner, who says my blong is boring. Well go read another blong, you turd.

First Post!

Hey there world! Or should it be World? Capitalized? Who knows.

Here I am, a first time blogger. Or should I say blongger, which is what my fingers always seem to want to type.  My best friend/roommate Sam convinced me to start a blong, and I finally gave in. Especially since Paul Kim seems to be having such a great time with his new blong (www.paulkeeem.blogspot.com). So let's give it a go, shall we? I also just think my life is so incredibly interesting and I am so hilariously funny that the whole world should be able to be exposed to it. Conceited? No, just honest.

So I guess I should tell my adoring fans a little about myself. My name is Corinne, sometimes called CoCo. I'm 19 (19 and 1/2 in May), from Colorado (the best state in the US), I'm going to the University of Utah (yep, LDS), Samantha Lamp is my best friend (she likes to poop), and I'm addicted to meth (aka Diet Mountain Dew).

Fantastic.