All Or Nothing

Taco Villa

Today I went to the Taco Villa, on 19th street across from Lubbock High, just as I promised Hoover, to find out just how badly my name would be butchered at the cash register. You see, apparently the Villa's new policy is to take your order, then ask your name and key it into the cash register so that you don't feel like just a number. Or something like that.

Anyway, I've been hearing stories of incredible spelling errors on seemingly simple names, such as Adam, and Emily. I thought it would certainly have to be an interesting experiment to see how they would handle mine. So, after my spanish class, I trecked over to the Villa to get on with the game. However, my plans were thwarted. I went up to the register, and prepared to be amused. I ordered, and then the guy asked my name...everything was going perfectly.....and then he started trying to be flirty. I would have just given him a disgusted look, but I really wanted to see the name spelling, so I just smiled and laughed and waited for my receipt so I could get out of there. But no such luck, I think I must have sent some sort of wrong signal and he gave me the food for free, sans receipt. Dang. Not only did I not accomplish my original goal at all, but now I had to expedite my departure so as to avoid any more unwanted flirtation.

Now you might think that I would have given up after this, but no, not me. I'm tenacious :) Instead, I waited until after I got off work, about 6:45, and went back to the Villa, pretty confident that the same guy would definitely not be there. Wrong again. There he was, probably getting excited that his free food trick snagged some chick, and the only options I could see is to either run away, or order. So I stepped up, and ordered again. He was about to play his little give-it-for-free game, but I conveniently said, very loudly: "Oh, I want to pay for this, I feel bad getting it for free. What about everybody else who has to pay??". As his manager turned around to see what the heck was going on, he gave me a hurt and confused look and promptly typed in my order. "What was your name again?" he asked, as he continued to shoot me dirty looks, and as I told him, he keyed it in, and all I had to do was wait for the receipt to print out.

I really figured that after all that trouble, there was no way he could possibly wreck my name enough to make up for it all. But happily, I was wrong! I have never before, in 22 years people screwing up my name, seen this particular derivation:

ELEIS

Ahh, it was all worth it. Way to go, Taco Villa!

Test Taking

Let's say you're going to take a test. Let's also say that you either have not been attending class, or have not been paying any attention while in class. The test is a fill-in-the-blank type format. So there is most likely not a lot of hope for you to do well on the beforementioned test. In light of these conditions, which would be the better option:

1. Guess or make up answers to every single question, not leaving any blank even though it means making up some pretty random crap

or

2. Turn the test in completely blank, stating as you hand it to the professor, "I don't know none of this s*#@!"

At first consideration it seemed to me that the second option was really not all that great of a plan, but then after thinking about it for a while, I decided that maybe it saves your dignity or something, just turning it in blank like that. Perhaps the inherent meaning in such a gesture is "I'm better than this test and I know it, so therefore I will not lower myself to guessing and making up answers to appease you higher education snobs with the regurgitation of pointless facts." Or maybe it just means that they really don't know anything and somehow don't care that they are wasting their time and money to take a class and completely fail it. I really can't decide which it is.....

Inspiration

I am inspired by the blogging dedication of both Regan (who I don't actually know) and Hoover (who I do actually know) to make an effort to post every day. Even if it's something pointless (like I'm ever pointless, seriously).

So here we go. Let me share with you a little story, or anecdote, if you will. After a long day of school and work, I came home and was pleasantly surprised to find that my roomate, Amy, was also going to be home for the evening. "Ah, some pleasant company", I thought to myself. However, I was soon to find that I had much too high of hopes for the evening, since Amy's plans seemed to consist of sitting on the couch, doing some sort of lesson plans, and not talking to me in any way whatsoever. My idea of an evening of stimulating conversation seemed to be fading away. But I was not to be daunted. After composing and singing several verses to a song I made up about Amy writing lesson plans, then singing her a new song about our dog, Isabella, and finding that I was still effectively being ignored, I resorted to talking with my cat, Jack. Hope seemed to be renewed - Jack and I were getting along swimmingly, but then, for no apparent reason, he got up and walked off disdainfully. I guess it was something I said. As I was contemplating where I had gone wong with the cat, Amy looked up from her papers and recognized my existence! I was trying to contain my excitement at being validated by her as an actual presence in our apartment, when she opened her mouth to speak!

"Hey, will you go get the mail."

Lest any of you think that I forgot to put the question mark at the end of that sentence, let me assure you that it was not in any way phrased as a question. Go get the mail. That was the statement of the evening. And lest any of you think that I responded to such an insult by actually going to get the mail, let me tell you that you are correct. Sadly enough. I tend to be a little pathetic like that sometimes. But let me tell you, the song I made up in my head on the way down to get the mail is going to show her.....

Question:

Question: Can you ever really give something you don't have?

Good Night

Let me tell you what's not good. Not good is staying up later and later, looking at the clock every ten minutes or so, saying to yourself that you really better get to bed, you really ought to get your sleep, you have to be up in 6, no 5, no 4 hours, and then still not going. And then deciding, "Well, I guess someone's not going to class tomorrow!". Even when you really should go to class. Especially then.

Ode to My Apartment

Ode to My Apartment:

the bathtub leaks -
but it has for weeks

the toilet drips -
any tips?

my room's a wreck -
but what the heck?

it smells like a zoo -
but we've got animals (two)

the only real thing
(besides keeping it clean)

is that it's 100 degrees hot
'cause the air conditioner's shot.

thank you, I'll be here all week.

Words of Wisdom

"Life's a bitch."

- a very good and internesting friend of mine -

yea :)

yea :)

You'll Get Yours....Oh Yes...

ugh. I am not usually on this side of things, but now that I am the one sitting and watching someone else make bad decisions and yet get what they (and I) want, it sure does suck. I'm usually the one making all the bad decisions, and therefore having the immediate gratification and then subsequent consequences, but now that I have abstained for once, I am having to sit back and watch someone else seemingly come out ahead. Even though I know it's not really coming out ahead at all in the long run, it definitely is in the short run. anyway, ugh was a good sum up.