Fun in Mooresville

This comment was originally scheduled for a couple days after the Indy Pride festival this year, but I forget when that was and I am to lazy to look it up so here it is:

So an update of my life recently: I went on my second and third date with my boyfriend. The first night was interesting because I got pulled over for the first time by the Mooresville police. So basically (see diagram) there was a car (#1) that wanted to go forward, as I (#2) did, through the intersection, but for some reason, they decided to go in the middle of the street, which on a two way street that approaches an intersection and becomes three lanes, in that system, I interpret the rightmost lane being to go forward/go right, the middle lane for turning left, and the leftmost lane for oncoming traffic.

Now, this two lane street never actually had three marked lanes, but it widened and so I was just subconsciously following convention since I have never seen this place before, and I was trying to take route directions from my boyfriend, not knowing where he’s taking me, and my mind was all over. Not that that is really an excuse, but it is still why I hugged the right side to continue through the intersection, and thought that car #1 was turning left, despite their lack of turn signal-age cause I had the “this is a new place” mindset where I am more worried about the roads than the drivers. ANYWAY the point is that I pulled forward and cut them off, and car #3 happened   to be Mooresville police. So he pulled me over and I was actually rather calm, more annoyed we weren’t at Hong Kong, the restaurant. As you can see by the arrow, I pulled straight ahead and did not turn right because they decided to put those cement blocks (you know, the ones that you pull up to when you park) on the right side (that’s those dark spots) which my boyfriend was not aware of and had appeared since he last was there. SO we should have just turned right then left to begin with, and none of this would have happened.

But it did. The dashed line cars are where we ended up. I am at the top, and then Mr. Police officer parked right where we were suppose to have turned. Car #4 was another officer who wanted to help the other. He left pretty soon. As the officer came up to us, my esteemed co-pilot decided to be tactful and put his phone away, figuring it would be rude to text while being pulled over. The cop was like “Now why were you fidgeting?” “I put my phone away.” “Well you shouldn’t do that. Police might think that you have a gun. I had my gun drawn. I wasn’t pointing it at you, but I had it drawn. So don’t move when you get pulled over.” His eyes, unblinking, were so fixated on each one of us when he addressed us separately. It was so severe it was comical. It must be some intimidation technique that they teach you at the police academy. I find hardassedness funny though, and am not intimidated because I can no longer respect the person engaging in such behavior. So mostly I just waited for him to stop his spiel. Also, my partner in this crime doesn’t wear seatbelts which I didn’t know because to me it is as much a part of riding in the car as shutting the doors before you leave. The nice, albeit emotionally involved, police officer kindly let me off with a warning and didn’t even charge me the $25 fine for the idiotic transgression that is not wearing a seatbelt. I mean come on! Buckle up! They never unbuckle   dead people in crashes, only take them out of the car. Seatbelts really do save lives. Anyway, he told me that my registration stuff was expired, much to my surprise and annoyance. I don’t really want to bring it up though with my dad, who may wonder why the sudden interest in that matter…

So anyway he mentioned how the apartments we weren’t supposed to be at were famous for drugs, and how I am responsible for my passengers and they need to buckle up, and probably some other things I am forgetting. Oh and at one point he asked me if I lived in the apartments (ew no that place was so gross looking. i am very particular about my architecture), if I had any drugs he should know about in the car, and if I had been drinking. The answer: no, I’m just a bad driver. I don’t even know if what I did was actually illegal or just bad driving. People really need to stay out of the middle of the road though. It just looks   like you are turning left. Anyway, he departed, and then we turned around and went to Hong Kong just before closing, which was yummy, and my boyfriend surprised me by eating his fortune “so that it will come true”. No, I do not mean the cookie, the actual fortune. It’s tradition or something. Weird kid, but I love him.

THEN we went to the drive-in theatre, which was fantastic. I have always wanted to go to one; they’re so vintage I love it! We saw “Up” which was cute, and a bit sad. I am not sure I understand the crazy antagonist though. But then, I was   a bit preoccupied in the car. Speaking of my car, my first attempt to pull into position was awful because it was all wet and my back tires just spun around in the puddle, throwing mud all over the back of my car, which my parents have asked me about (my answer: “it must be puddles”). I hope it has rained enough to rinse that stuff off. Anyway, I moved from that place which had speakers, to another place which didn’t. :P I was afraid it was going to be a silent movie, until my boyfriend (and I am sorry I keep saying “my boyfriend” but I don’t want to use people’s names on the internet and haven’t developed a naming system yet, maybe in the next post) told me that you can listen to the movie on your car’s radio, which I think is just the coolest thing, that it has it’s own radio station right there. It doesn’t have a very wide radius of effect, though, but then again, it shouldn’t.

Part II
The following day, as I remember it a month or two later, was that I and my boy Kyle went to the Indy Pride festival with my some of my other friends. When I picked him up, his mom threw a bit of a fit about him going to it. I don’t think she really had anything against her son going so much as she didn’t want to have to answer the question that his dad would ask when he got home: “Where’s Kyle?” “Pride fest.” “WHAT?!” She probably just didn’t want to deal with that. As it turns out, she did. Sorry Mrs. Kyle’s Mom.

Going from Camby to Indy was interesting. I didn’t know the way that well, and had to pull out a map that was bigger than my truck’s cabin. I still couldn’t figure out the way, so I just went with my gut and the roadsigns. I found the place ok.

The festival was relatively uneventful while we were there. We got hungry and went to Yatz. By the time we were done and got back, I had to take Kyle home because of the time limit his mom set for him. We snuggled and I didn’t want to let him go but I was very afraid of his most intimidating mother and didn’t want to be any more on her list than I already was. Elz had left Yatz to go take care of drama. That left Julia, Andy, Aron, and Courtney. Apparently things got wild after I left. Go figure. Mitchell leaves and the fun begins. It’s ok, though. I would have just been really awkward anyway. Stay tuned for more belated posts.

Oh my gosh you guys you have to see this!

Wow, so this clip is really, really, funny to me because of the expressions of the two guys faces at the end. This is a Norwegian public service announcement. According to the one who posted the video, the translation of the sentence at the end says “you don’t need to be so tough (or bold)”. It is explained in the “more info” section. Anyway, please just click on it now:

Isn’t that funny? Glad to see Norway doesn’t discourage gayness. Cute commercial. I love how serious   the guy was when he held out his hand! And the other guy was like “Do I know you?/Should I take your hand?/What will my girlfriend (next to me) think of me?/Are you serious ?!?! (again, the amusing expression indicates severity.)/My dad told me about these people!/How much have you had to drink?/Oh my god, Asbjørn, I have been waiting for this for so long!”

It’s a very interpretive expression, that one.

I wish we had these sorta public service announcements here. Maybe someday. But seriously, those kids’ faces!

Walmart Vedentures

Ok so just so I went to Walmart the other day and I found something curious that I hadn’t really seen before. Actually, I think I have seen it before, BUT not for a long time nor often. You know how on the hangers for different things there are two poles, on of which has the price on the end, the other has the actual item on it which you can just slide it off? Well on some hangers, the two bars are connected; the price tag acts as a lock so you can’t take items off. I have never seen this at Walmart, and I didn’t expect it. The item I was buying was a freaking set of three electric-toothbrush heads. It was about 21 dollars for all three. More expensive than I thought. Anyway, did they really need   to be theif-proofed? I don’t think so. But there they were, locked up.

Normal Hanger

Difficult Hanger

I had to get a Walmart employee to unlock it for me. It was sort of awkward for me to ask a person to get something off of the rack for me. It makes me sound stupid to not be able to get it myself, but there they go locking things.

The reason I posted at all about this is because it just strikes me as really, really weird. I just don’t understand it. 1) It’s not some high-priced item (though it is pricey) and 2) it’s just really inconvenient and unnecessary and is a new concept to me. I may just be weird, but it caught me off guard. Just though I’d share.

I need to get out more.

Light Show

So my parents got some new lights for the kitchen (and some of them are on back order, so we have two different sets of lights in there right now, but the new ones are really good lol). But this isn’t a post about that. This is a post about my trip to the light store with my mom so that we could pick up our half-set of lights. While there, I took some pictures (with my awesome new LG Vu phone. With a camera! I’m in this century now!) of some of the light fixtures and stuff there. They can get pretty artsy…

I don't have any idea where I would put this or ever use this, but this is pretty and colorful. And is shaped cool.

And then there was THIS light, which was about 4 feet in diameter and changed from red...

...to an in-between purple...

...to blue.

Then there was this other thing I saw in the store. It’s a ceiling fan with fans on the ends!!! It looks sort of tacky in the picture, but not in person.

Well, that’s how exciting MY life is! I wish I could hold my phone steadier when I take pictures.

This is soooo not a ripoff of someone else’s post…

So I have temporarily changed my theme so that I may put humungo pictures on it. Of course, it may not fit your screen still because my screen is really wide, but I wanted to post them anyway.
So! I have always wanted to share my room with my friends, but am also equally embarrased of the mess. But all of my friends’ rooms are sorta messy, so I’m ok with sharing now. And I can finally have you all understand when I say “No, really, I guarantee my room is messier.” Anyway my room is really cool except for the clutter, and I’m going to post four pictures because that’s how many it takes to show my room, which is shaped oddly and large. So this is my room from my doorway (my walls aren’t really teal as in this first picture):

I spy a lamp, the Capitol Buidling,
two chairs, a birdhouse, long newspaper clipping

This is my room from just inside the doorway, but turned slightly to the right:

I spy a yellow car, 10 Harry Potters,
a pig, a tassel, a boat out of water

Continuing to pan to the right, around the odd corner of my room:

I spy sunglasses, a little wooden basket,
three strands of shiny beads, a red U-magnet

Finally, the best perspective, from my bed:

I spy a castle, a Möbius Strip
a shark, a backpack, things on which you might trip!

Goodness! I feel like that old lady from the beginning of this Monty Python skit.
I like how my clothes are positively vomiting   from my dresser. It took forever to make this post because none of my browsers were working. Google Chrome was being difficult and kept saying “Broken Link” when I tried to preview things/save draft changes. So I composed it in Internet Explorer, which I haven’t used for maybe 6 months or so. It was weird to be using it again. I stopped using it because apparently it had some security loophole. Anyway that didn’t work, it kept not responding, and then when I tried Safari, (yes I have three browser on my computer for just this reason) it didn’t position/interpret the webpages right, I don’t think… I am finally finishing this on Chrome. I think the culprit here is really Chrome, because it is giving the same sort of error for google searches, but I’ll never know. I hope this doesn’t continue long enough for me to have to find out!

First REAL post

Ok so bonus points to anyone who can tell me what my theme should remind each and every one of us of! Also, I liked the bridge over water. I think it’s pretty.

Me? Blogging?

So I decided to start this blog, I don’t really know why. Probably because my friends are blogging. I was inspired by elzbear’s haha that’s a funny name. Anyway yeah also I just want to keep a journal of sorts, so that when I forget stuff, it will be written down somewhere. And maybe when I’m old and senile with alzheimers I will be able to remember stuff. I must already be crazy for thinking ahead that far…