Stress test...

Today I had to get a stress test.
A stress test is where you have lots of wires hooked up to you and then you walk on a treadmill.
The lady told me that there were 8 levels.
3 minutes each.
She said most people didn't make it to level 4.
I told her I would probably make it to level 6.
No,
this test was so hard.
I was literally running straight uphill on level 4.
That was as far as I could get.
I probably would have made it further if they didn't talk to me the whole time.
Oh well.

Names...

My mom has a different opinion about every name.

If I have kids I will not tell her the names I want to name my kids until they are set in stone.

Floyd? Pervert and or murderer.

Frank? John's neighbor.

Actually any F names are bad.

Stephen? Will had a friend named Stephen...they never really turn out.

Eloise? Remember that book about the girl with her pants off?

Charlotte? Hush hush sweet Charlotte, awful movie. 

James? That is a good strong black name. 

Leopold? If you want your child to be ridiculed...

Bernice? No honey...

Blanche? Too hard to say.

Raime? That's a cloth. 

And the list goes on.

Summer is lonely...

My family abandoned me tonight.

I decided that I would have a party of my own. 

I dressed up and drank iced coffee (really really sweet coffee).

I also played piano and sang really off-key and talked to my friend on skype. 

When my mom got home,

she was suspicious that I had some late night date planned.

But alas I do not. 

On a brighter note, 

I found out that I could drive a motorcycle for the rest of my life and never need to get my licence. 

I could have a beginners permit forever. 

My dad thinks this is an awful idea,

as does most other people. 

I think it's a great idea, 

I would save so much money. 

Oh well. 

I'm allergic to tall people...

I am allergic to tall people.
Well,
not just tall people,
but overly super tall people.
My friend Kailagh is super tall for a girl and I cough everytime I talk to her.
Whenever I see super tall people it hurts my neck to talk to them.
Today I was walking in a store and I saw a super tall man.
I tried to smile at him as I passed him,
but I ended up sneezing on him instead.
He said "Bless you" and I said "I'm allergic to tall people, sorry!"

Compliments...

I don't take compliments well.
My sister recently told me how obnoxious it is for me to ignore compliments.
She also told me how she hates it when people shoot down compliments.
So I decided that I would try to work on accepting compliments.
My grandmother came up to me and said,
"Virginia you are so pretty and photogenic!"
I replied,
"I know, right?"
I then realized that that was also the wrong answer.
I started laughing because I sounded so vain and my grandmother looked at me like I was crazy.
It's not that I don't appreciate compliments,
they actually brighten my day even though you cannot tell by the way I act.
I just feel like compliments are awkward.
So I make them even more awkward by just pretending that the person said nothing.
Or I give the person a compliment too.
I always mean it when I compliment someone,
always.

Overweight...

I went to the doctor yesterday,
and she told me that according to my height and weight ratio,
I am overweight.
She then went through a list of things that I should and should not eat in order to lose weight.
After about twenty minutes of this,
she asked me what I did for exercise.
I told her that I worked out a lot,
and then she said,
"Oh that makes sense then that your weight is up."
Crazy.
I hate doctors.

I'm not married...

The other day I went to Ross and this little black lady came up to me and she said,
"Congratulations on your engagement!"
I said, "What?"
"You are getting married soon!...right?"
          "No ma'am you must have me confused."
"You go to Erskine, right?"
          "Yes ma'am"
"I work with your fiancee!"
          "I'm not engaged!"
"Oh, I am so sorry, I would have sworn that was you!"

Yesterday I went to my grandmother's house and I walked in with my brother.
I met this sweet lady named Cindy and she asked me what my husbands name was.
I must have looked super confused because then she asked me what my boyfriend's name was.
I still looked confused and she pointed to my brother and said "I am sorry, who is he?"
Craziness.

I'm getting so old...

My sister recently took pictures of me and I was looking through them yesterday.
I have so many wrinkles under my eyes!
I was so upset.
I look so tired all the time because of these stupid wrinkles.

My brother could be the new Verizon guy...

So cold...

My house is so cold.
It is summer and I am wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt and a jacket.
This is ridiculous.
At night it is so hot that I can hardly sleep and then when I get up it is freezing.
Oh well.

Commentary...

I started a commentary on my summer.
It was going to be me talking to the camera,
but it turned into me chronicling random events.
Now people will come to me and tell me to film them so that they can be on my commentary.
This has turned out to be a great idea.

Cleaning...

This is in my room, minus the nice boxes.

There are boxes all over my room.
And the hall.
I don't think I have room for all this stuff.
I informed my brother that if he invites any large people over,
they will not fit down the hallway.
It is going to be a long day.

It's so loud...

I never realized how loud my family is until I went to college.
My mother is so loud.
I think it's because she likes to laugh a lot.
And because she is her own comedian,
talking makes her laugh all the time.
She tends to speak really loudly in order to make up for the fact that she is the only one laughing.
My sister tends to get tired of hearing mom speak and thus she tries to talk over her.
The end result,
for them,
 is a yelling match where they both end up mad,
but not too mad because they are both getting attention at this point.
The end result,
for me,
is a headache.

It is going to be a long summer...

...oh well.

Going anywhere with Will...

Going anywhere with my older brother is a task.
He is constantly commenting on people and what they are thinking.
I would hate to be burdened with the gift of always knowing what people are thinking.
I went to get a snow cone with him once.
we ordered our snow cones and sat down to people watch.
These two young guys went up to the window to order a snow cone.
When they started flirting with the girl who worked there,
Will decided to state his opinion.
"Look at them flirting with that girl,
too bad she is a lesbian!"
I started laughing because what he said was so ridiculous.
I asked him what he meant and he said,
"Virginia,
girls that are that pretty either only date black guys or are lesbians."
This is his train of thought.
He sticks to this way of thinking quite closely.
He thinks he will have to marry an ugly girl because he isn't black.
(Not that he is going to get married anytime soon.)
For some reason,
he loves pointing out gay people to me.
But his main problem is that he is so stinkin loud when he talks.
One time I went out to eat with him and both Grandmas.
Grandmother Mary and Grandmother Owl were talking amongst themselves.
Will and I decided to people watch for lack of something better to do.
When the waiter came and gave us our food Will looked at me and said,
"Virginia thinks the waiter is cute."
The waiter had started walking off,
but when he heard Will say that he came back over and started talking to us.
He told us of his plans to move to Florida and he would only be here for one more week.
He told me he was a casual kind of guy who didn't go to crazy bar parties.
It was quite awkward,
I just sat there waiting for him to finish his self promotion speech.
He had to go clean a table and at that point I was finished with my food.
I got a to-go box because I only ate a fourth of my food,
which is pretty typical for me.
When we left,
he came outside and waved good-bye to us.
That was the day I vowed never to eat in public with Will again.
But I keep forgetting my vow because I keep going places with him.