It All Started With Loving Emos.....

I met the weirdest person I have ever come across on Monday. I was having coffee with my two favorite people and they were joking around about me being emo (which I don't understand because I listen to metal, not emo music, and I'm probably the happiest person on the face of the planet.) so as I joke i grabbed on of my friend's arm and wrote "I heart emos" in pen. Then this random lady walks up and commented on our activities saying "Aw, are you guys writing on each other? How cute!" to which I laughed uncomfortably and replied "Yeah.". Then she informed me that if I wanted to continue to draw on people she would let me draw on her. Okay, I really had no idea how to respond to this. So I, of course, continued to smile and laugh uncomfortably. She continued to figure out what she wanted me to write on her and decided to go with "I am a dangerous woman." and changed it to "I am a mom, beware." (I feel sorry for her children) and with a sudden change in interest asked us if we were college students. One of my friends, Tyler, is so he informed her that he was but Christina and I were High School Seniors. She then asked what he was majoring in and he replied health and exercise sciences. I guess this really excited her because she went on a five minute rant about how are bodies are like "machines" and we need to "fuel, exercise, oil, and lubricate" them. After her rant, she came to the other side of the table to ask me what I was going to major in. She leaned down and came uncomfortably close to my face and exclaimed "Hello, big eyes! Where did you get those!". I don't know how these situations find me but I had no earthly idea how to respond. I thought it was obvious where a person got their eyes. My first idea was to say "Wall Mart, actually." but all I wanted was for her to leave me alone and let me get back to my coffee and that would be rude and I figured she would talk to me more if I said that. "Uhhhhhhhh.... I don't know....." was my response. She shot me an unsatisfied look "You just don't know where you are in life! I'll tell you. You're in Durango, Colorado in the United States. If I knew the geographical points I would tell you." I looked at Christina. What did she want from me?! Changing the subject again she asked me what my intended major is I told her I want to be a doctor so I was going into pre-med with a major in biology. "Oh, you're a healer!" turning to Christina and asked the same question "Mechanical Engineering." she replied with a polite smile. I forgot what she said to Christina after. I was just so glad the attention was taken off of myself so I could regain my composure I didn't pay attention to her response. Turning the attention back to me, she exclaimed:

"Oh! I know what I want you to draw on me! The peace sign!"

"Ummm... okay. But I'm not the best artist..."

"Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not a good artist! Art is subjective! Do you need something to go by? I have a piece sign sticker in my pocket."

She whipped out the sticker and handed it to me and I continued to draw a piece sign on the back of her hand. She thanked me and asked if I wanted to keep the sticker as payment (apparently she thinks I'm a professional tattoo artist) and I told her to keep it for someone else. She began walk out of the door right before she traveled through she turned back to us and said something like "Be blessed, be conquerers, and change the world." then finally walked through the door.

Prom, Collapsing Roads, and the Police

As I stared in the mirror at my reflection, I tried to imagine what colors and shades I should use to do my perfect prom makeup, like an artist would stare at a blank canvas. Being the indecisive person I am, I called my mom, who was out of town with my dad, to ask her opinion. She then, gave me the bad news. Apparently one of her friends drove past the entrance to our neighborhood and discovered the road was blocked off and there were emergency vehicles and police cars everywhere. They weren't letting anyone out. After many confusing phone calls and stories about a bridge collapse and road flooding, my Dad called dispatch (my dad is a Cop) and established that an irrigation ditch flooded and the water was corroding the dirt underneath the asphalt, thus, making it a hazard for cars to drive over in fear the road would collapse under the cars weight. They were, however, letting people walk across. Essentially, it was not impossible for me to make it to prom. I just needed a car to pick me up on the other side and drive me to town. The only problem was that I live 30 minutes from town so none of my friends could drive all that way to pick me up. My Dad, in the end, called in a favor to one of his friends from the Sheriff's Department. I was the only person i know to get a police escorting to prom.

So I grabbed my 4-wheeler, loaded my prom dress and shoes on the back and drove the mile down to the front of my neighborhood, where the Officer was waiting for me. I decided to leave the 4-wheeler there so I could drive it back upon my return from prom. Climbing into the front seat, I thanked the officer many times and he began to drive and turned on some music. I immediately recognized the song as Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch (one of my favorite bands) and exclaimed "I love this song!". He smiled and turned it up. I was not expecting this mustached, middle aged Police Officer to listen to Metal.

He brought me to the High School where my friends were waiting to bring me to dinner. I thanked him again and he told me to call him after prom ended for him to escort me home.

I enjoyed myself at prom. When it ended I called my new Cop friend. He, unfortunately was unable to take me home, so another officer was my escort. He was very nice and I enjoyed talking to him during our 30 min car ride. He asked me if I knew where any of the parties were going to be to which I replied "I'm not cool enough to be invited to any of the parties." and apologized for my lack of coolness. He laughed and informed me that it was a good thing.

We arrived to the entrance to my neighborhood. By that time, there was a large crater where the road once was. Fortunately there were boards placed across for people to cross. The officer walked me across to where my 4-wheeler was waiting for me. I donned my leather jacket, which was in my bag, and removed the keys from my pocket. Just to my surprise, the 4-wheeler didn't start. "This would happen to me." I thought. After a couple minutes of toying with the silly machine, we got it started. I thanked the new acquaintance, hiked up the skirt of my dress and took off down the road. The air was cool, my hair was flying, and I drove as fast as I could for a midnight joy ride on a 4-wheeler in my prom gown.

Glee

I was watching the popular tv show, Glee (don't judge me), today. One of the lead roles, Rachel, meets a young man in a music store while looking for sheet music for her next performance (she was in a theater group in school, about to head to regionals). His introduction is what intrigued me. Instead of walking up and saying a simple "hello" or casually commenting on the sheet music she was browsing he just kind of popped out of nowhere, grabbed the sheet music, told her he watched one of her performances, commented on her talent, whisked her away to the piano to sing a romantic duet with him, asked her out on a date, all while she falls in love. As I watched all of this happen I questioned whether or not, if placed in her shoes, I would freak out a little. I mean seriously? I might have been a little suspicious to say the least. Especially since she knew he was on a competing drama team and he could simply be playing her to win regionals. If some random dude popped out of nowhere and tried to start conversation while he's uncomfortably close to my face I might panic a little. On top of that, if grabbed my sheet music and went to the piano and asked to sing a duet to a very romantic song, I would probably tell him to go away and leave me alone. That's a little creepy. I'm sorry. I don't think that's a proper way to introduce yourself to someone. I definitely fall head over heels with him either. I would be like "uh, could I have my sheet music back?". He was also incredibly narcissistic and self important, which for me is a turn off. He could have at least asked to see the sheet music instead of ripping it out of her hands. And he could have gently and politely invited her to join him on the piano. Then maybe I would consider going on a date with him. So overall, he needed to be polite and respectful. That's all I have to say.

Coffee Shop Guy

A couple of days ago I introduced myself to a young man who works at a coffee shop I visit regularly. We have had previous conversations while I ordered coffee a few times. He usually called me "buddy" or "dude" so I decided to introduce myself so he wouldn't have to use buddy anymore. He's a really super nice guy. Our first discussion was about China, as we had both traveled there on missions trips. The second was about music. We have the same taste in music which is awesome. We both like metal which is unusual for a girl so he was surprised when I told him what I listened to. He proceeded to exclaim "Well if only you were a drummer we could jam sometime!!" (apparently he's a bass player) to which I replied "I am a drummer." which he didn't believe. So hopefully sometime in the future we will be able to have a jam session together. Well this is all I have for now. I haven't met anyone new besides him. I am terribly sorry for my boring life.

Nothingness

I have had a bit of a crazy week with all of my makeup work and my parent't leaving for a trip to California, which leaves me the responsibility of taking care of my little brother, the house, and all of our animals. Thus, I haven't had time for anything social which means I didn't meet anyone new which results in nothing to write about. The only remotely exciting thing that has happened to me this past week was buying a dress for my Senior Prom. I am terribly sorry about my boring life. Hopefully next week will be more exciting.