Thinking that I would live this long young life forever is starting to fade away pretty quickly. I thought that I would never get over this party scene and want to stay in college for the rest of my life. When I was younger, I wanted to skip highschool and move straight to college...no questions asked. The thought of going to a place where you can start fresh and find new people who have never known you in your life to accept you for what they see at that moment was a rush for me.
I think it all hit me last night when I went out with my two roommates. I've been picking up on signs of change from me earlier this week, but now it's all starting to come into play. I'm a HUGE lover for change and like to do random and sparatic things in my life. But, I have also found myself to avoid situations. I used to love going to Wal Mart and Target to get things for the house, and now it almost seems like a hassel and that I want to avoid large crowds at all posssible. So what do I do? I head to the Super Saver off of Cornhusker because I know I won't see anyone I know and can have the ease of getting my things and leaving. Never thought that I would enjoy my alone time as much as I do.
Another thing...I don't know if it's because of my new job that I have taken up, but I just can't last the whole night like I used to a year ago! (Not a 'that's what she said joke) I'm always the first to pass out and peace out on everyone. Why is that? I honestly don't care anymore. I used to have the feeling of "what if I miss out on something" and my mentality now is that "I just want to graduate and move on!" It's a new stepping stone in my life and I think that it's just one of those things you end up finding out about yourself.
The other thing...I went to dinner earlier this week with a couple friends and one happend to be in town for business. Yep, business. She is married now and has a baby and is also the same age as me. It's just so crazy to see how people change so fast! She was telling us how she is in bed by 10 pm every night and never goes out anymore. I found myself being really jealous for some reason. I should be thankful that I am able to "live it up" while I still can and have fun in the moment. It's just weird to see that someone who had to put off college early for their love life looks and seems happier than us who are still in college. I would usually think that I was the lucky one, but that one threw me for a loop. It's weird how your mind changes over time.
I'd say probably back in December I made a decison to sware off men for awhile. No, that does not mean that I went lesbo on everyone, but it was a time where I did not think, speak, or make any of my daily routines around men in any sort. I focused on my photography, painting, running, and doing things for myself. It was probably one of the best things I have ever done and I highly recommend it to anyone who needs a break. I used to have the fear of being alone for the rest of my life! It's completely normal for any woman my age to think that their biological clock is ticking. You see all your friends getting married, having babies, long term relationships, and being with others that make them happy. I was sick of seeing it and litterally thought that if I cannot be happy with myself, then I will never be able to make anyone else happy. That's why I did what I did and I feel like it put me in a good place in life. I am thankful, now, that I don't have what those others have because there is nothing to hold me back from fulfilling my dreams that I have always planned for myself. There is always time to look or try something with someone.
Enough with my social venting. I need to study for my two tests that I have Monday, which means no partying for this girl tonight!
XOXO Callie
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Blue Mole Buffoon
A lady of blue that I forgot to mention decided to share her presence with us today, this could possibly be because God thought she deserved to have a whole entire blog dedicated to her. And she will. Allow me to set the scene:
My head is down, looking at the checks that I am entering into the computer so I can balance my drawer. In my own state of mind, with nothing to keep me from doing anything any different than I am at that time, I hear a "HUUUUHHHHHH?!!!" I knew it. I instantly looked up and to my right there she was. The lady in the long, down-feathered baby blue coat with messy boy cut hair as white as snow is standing in front of the other teller stand. I don't say anything, because if I do then I will interrupt her outlandish conversation with the other teller. She has her cane in hand and is swinging it around trying to point at the smart car that we have displayed in our lobby.
"WHAT'S THAT??!!!" She yells. She always yells.
"It's a smart car...if you stand next to it, it will make you smart!" says the other teller.
She just stares and then repeatedly yells "EIGHTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!??? YOU NEED A BIG JUNKER FROM CALIFORNIA IS WHAT YOU REALLY NEED THERE!"
She then goes on her rampage about her crazy ideas. "I FOUND A BLACKLINER STAGE COACH THAT WILL TAKE ME TO L.A.! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT NONE OF THAT GREY HOUND STUFF NO MORE! YOU KNOW...IT'S HARD LIVIN OUT IN L.A.. I USED TO LIVE THERE...BARELY, BUT ENDED UP QUITTIN' IN JUNE OF 1978 AND MOVED OUT HERE!"
The other teller carries on conversation with her, asking her random questions just so we can hear what she says next. "What if you get raped when you go out there? You don't want to go to L.A. on your own do you?"
"RAPED? RAPED? WHEN? BY WHO? RAPED?" I could have sworn she almost sounded interest in the idea of being raped.
The conversation carried on, but I can't possibly remember all the things this woman has to say. The most memorable thing about this woman is her tear drop of snot that dangles from the end of her nose everytime she approaches my desk. She's very graceful when her 7" tongue can reach out of the side of her mouth to lick the hairy mole that lies right above her chin, displaying the one tooth she has left.
She is another one of the ladies that comes in often. I'll refer to her as the Blue Mole Baffoon.
My head is down, looking at the checks that I am entering into the computer so I can balance my drawer. In my own state of mind, with nothing to keep me from doing anything any different than I am at that time, I hear a "HUUUUHHHHHH?!!!" I knew it. I instantly looked up and to my right there she was. The lady in the long, down-feathered baby blue coat with messy boy cut hair as white as snow is standing in front of the other teller stand. I don't say anything, because if I do then I will interrupt her outlandish conversation with the other teller. She has her cane in hand and is swinging it around trying to point at the smart car that we have displayed in our lobby.
"WHAT'S THAT??!!!" She yells. She always yells.
"It's a smart car...if you stand next to it, it will make you smart!" says the other teller.
She just stares and then repeatedly yells "EIGHTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!??? YOU NEED A BIG JUNKER FROM CALIFORNIA IS WHAT YOU REALLY NEED THERE!"
She then goes on her rampage about her crazy ideas. "I FOUND A BLACKLINER STAGE COACH THAT WILL TAKE ME TO L.A.! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT NONE OF THAT GREY HOUND STUFF NO MORE! YOU KNOW...IT'S HARD LIVIN OUT IN L.A.. I USED TO LIVE THERE...BARELY, BUT ENDED UP QUITTIN' IN JUNE OF 1978 AND MOVED OUT HERE!"
The other teller carries on conversation with her, asking her random questions just so we can hear what she says next. "What if you get raped when you go out there? You don't want to go to L.A. on your own do you?"
"RAPED? RAPED? WHEN? BY WHO? RAPED?" I could have sworn she almost sounded interest in the idea of being raped.
The conversation carried on, but I can't possibly remember all the things this woman has to say. The most memorable thing about this woman is her tear drop of snot that dangles from the end of her nose everytime she approaches my desk. She's very graceful when her 7" tongue can reach out of the side of her mouth to lick the hairy mole that lies right above her chin, displaying the one tooth she has left.
She is another one of the ladies that comes in often. I'll refer to her as the Blue Mole Baffoon.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Here Is My Intro
Hi! Im Callie (virtual handshake). It's nice to meet you if I already haven't and welcome to my blogging page :)
I would like to forwarn you that this is simply about my daily thoughts, vows, feelings, wrong doings, right doings, and any other things that involve activity in my life. Oh...and this is the uncensored version of me. So, don't ask me to delete, revise, or reword things...because this is not facebook and this is the side of me that some don't normally see :)
I am a virgo, which CLEARLY explains a lot. Hard headed, knowlegeable, likes to think about things, creative, and to-the-point (meaning I say it with no soft edges). I'm an artist. Usually I don't say that, but I guess I am in some ways. Painting, photography, designing...the shabang.
Anyways, enough about the get-to-know-me stuff and on to the analytical things.
I started working at a bank recently and finally retired from the serving world of hatred and stress. Sad that I had to leave Emily behind...but this Bandit had to move on. I will probably write a lot about my job, only because I have some of the funniest stories about the people that come in there. How about I tell you a few.
It's near the heart of Lincoln, where all the crazies and weirdos like to roam like it's zombie land or something. Each one of the "regulars" has a code name.
Lady of the First: This lady comes in the first of the month. Typically around 8:15 I will be setting up camp at my desk and will see her outside...patiently waiting for us to open the doors. The walls are made of glass, so I can see her peeking through with her hands cupped around her face to narrow in. Always wearing her purple knitted stocking cap, plush down coat that looks like it has been worn for many years, and a quick turn of her head every few seconds to notice every little detail that goes on at one minute. The doors open and she immediately busts in the doors. What does she do? Withdraws every bit of money that she has in her account except for $5.30. Takes my name tag on my desk and shoves it in my face. "I know a dog named Callie." Like I haven't heard that one before.
White Out Lady: This lady comes in almost every day. Always wears something to where people can comment on her attire. Ranging from wigs, distinct hot pink blush and 2cm thick eyeliner, she has to be one of my favorites. Sipping coffee and sitting in the lobby, she stares at her pinky nail for nearly 20 minutes straight everyday. Yesterday she started laughing because it was getting really long.
Lady with the Walker that has no Tennis Balls: Alright...this one has to be the most comical of them all. Pulling up to the store in her boat of a wagon-mobile, she is stuck behind a UPS truck. Little does she know that there are two parking meters open in front of the main doors and that the truck is unloading to many businesses in the area. After being stuck behind the UPS man for 15 min, she decides to come inside. The loud noise of screeching sounds is caused from her walker. She is the only person in this world that I know of that has a walker with no tennis balls on the end of the legs. Walking slowly with her greased-lightening hair style and bright red lipstick, she heads to see her favorite person...the only man behind the teller line. As he dreads her every time she enters those glass doors, he manages to tell her he is married so she could possibly stop asking him to go to coffee or dinner. Oh and the best part? She smells like she peed herself and laid in the sun for hours so it could ferment on her skin.
Lens-less Glasses: My first day of working at my new job I waited on this lady. She is crazy...plainly said. Glasses with no lenses, talking about how women sleep their way to the top, and how her friend from the psych ward jumped off a building because he though he could fly like a bird. The whole time I am trying to take care of her transactions, she is trying to tell me of all the insane things that have happened to her in her life...repeatedly saying "Ya know?!"
The Paranoid: The only thing this lady does....if she ever comes in....is continuously asks me if her money is OK. "Yes, ma'am your money is insured by the FDIC also so if anything WERE to happen you would still be able to get a majority of your money back." Her response "So, no one's gunna take my money then huh?" I stare at her.
These are just the ladies of my work. There are a few men, but I don't feel like explaining them at this moment. I have an eventful day to look forward to tomorrow!
I would like to forwarn you that this is simply about my daily thoughts, vows, feelings, wrong doings, right doings, and any other things that involve activity in my life. Oh...and this is the uncensored version of me. So, don't ask me to delete, revise, or reword things...because this is not facebook and this is the side of me that some don't normally see :)
I am a virgo, which CLEARLY explains a lot. Hard headed, knowlegeable, likes to think about things, creative, and to-the-point (meaning I say it with no soft edges). I'm an artist. Usually I don't say that, but I guess I am in some ways. Painting, photography, designing...the shabang.
Anyways, enough about the get-to-know-me stuff and on to the analytical things.
I started working at a bank recently and finally retired from the serving world of hatred and stress. Sad that I had to leave Emily behind...but this Bandit had to move on. I will probably write a lot about my job, only because I have some of the funniest stories about the people that come in there. How about I tell you a few.
It's near the heart of Lincoln, where all the crazies and weirdos like to roam like it's zombie land or something. Each one of the "regulars" has a code name.
Lady of the First: This lady comes in the first of the month. Typically around 8:15 I will be setting up camp at my desk and will see her outside...patiently waiting for us to open the doors. The walls are made of glass, so I can see her peeking through with her hands cupped around her face to narrow in. Always wearing her purple knitted stocking cap, plush down coat that looks like it has been worn for many years, and a quick turn of her head every few seconds to notice every little detail that goes on at one minute. The doors open and she immediately busts in the doors. What does she do? Withdraws every bit of money that she has in her account except for $5.30. Takes my name tag on my desk and shoves it in my face. "I know a dog named Callie." Like I haven't heard that one before.
White Out Lady: This lady comes in almost every day. Always wears something to where people can comment on her attire. Ranging from wigs, distinct hot pink blush and 2cm thick eyeliner, she has to be one of my favorites. Sipping coffee and sitting in the lobby, she stares at her pinky nail for nearly 20 minutes straight everyday. Yesterday she started laughing because it was getting really long.
Lady with the Walker that has no Tennis Balls: Alright...this one has to be the most comical of them all. Pulling up to the store in her boat of a wagon-mobile, she is stuck behind a UPS truck. Little does she know that there are two parking meters open in front of the main doors and that the truck is unloading to many businesses in the area. After being stuck behind the UPS man for 15 min, she decides to come inside. The loud noise of screeching sounds is caused from her walker. She is the only person in this world that I know of that has a walker with no tennis balls on the end of the legs. Walking slowly with her greased-lightening hair style and bright red lipstick, she heads to see her favorite person...the only man behind the teller line. As he dreads her every time she enters those glass doors, he manages to tell her he is married so she could possibly stop asking him to go to coffee or dinner. Oh and the best part? She smells like she peed herself and laid in the sun for hours so it could ferment on her skin.
Lens-less Glasses: My first day of working at my new job I waited on this lady. She is crazy...plainly said. Glasses with no lenses, talking about how women sleep their way to the top, and how her friend from the psych ward jumped off a building because he though he could fly like a bird. The whole time I am trying to take care of her transactions, she is trying to tell me of all the insane things that have happened to her in her life...repeatedly saying "Ya know?!"
The Paranoid: The only thing this lady does....if she ever comes in....is continuously asks me if her money is OK. "Yes, ma'am your money is insured by the FDIC also so if anything WERE to happen you would still be able to get a majority of your money back." Her response "So, no one's gunna take my money then huh?" I stare at her.
These are just the ladies of my work. There are a few men, but I don't feel like explaining them at this moment. I have an eventful day to look forward to tomorrow!
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