Saturday, August 28, 2010

The True Meaning of Being a Poor College Student...

I have come to realize that when people say that college students are poor, they are leaving out all the grueling details. After talking to some people about a pickle I got myself into with money (as in I will be the very definition of dirt poor this semester) I realized that a lot of others are in the same boat. One friend told me she would not have food this semester, and she didn't know what she was going to do. Another girl said she was living off oatmeal and lost weight last semester. My manager made a comment to me about how everything would be alright, because I could just live off TopRomin. Far from comforting me, this made me feel slightly more panicked since I am gluten-intolerant and can't eat any noodle except gluten-free ones. Also, I heard some guys in my ward talking about how they went and donated plasma twice a week so they could pay for food. It's a good $50 a week. I think I'll be doing that this fall...

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Nicknames vs. Code names

I've just been thinking about all the goofballs I have met in my life, and there is a distinct difference in the way guys and girls talk about other people. Guys give other people NICKNAMES, while girls give people CODE NAMES. There is a difference! Let me explain. A nickname is given to someone to describe someone and so is a code name, but a nickname is something you call a person to their face. If someone has a nickname they will know about it. A code name, however, is a name given to someone so that you can speak of them in front of their face or around other people who know them without releasing their true identity.

Here is an example of nicknames: In cross country the boys would give each other nicknames all the time. It was so bad sometimes, that the girls did not know the real name of the new freshman boys on the team. They only knew the poor guy's nickname, because it was used in place of his real name.

Here's an example of code names: When girls start school they automatically, and without thinking, will start scoping out the guys around them. If they spot one they like then they will obviously have to tell their friends all about his every movement when she meets them after class. Let's say the guy's name is Dave. She cannot POSSIBLY go running out of class and exclaim to her friend, "Oh my goodness! Dave is the cutest boy I have ever seen! I sure hope he asks me on a date! ...ect." If she mentioned his name in a crowded hallway, someone might hear! What if the girl sitting in front of Dave hears her and also likes him?! Then the whole cat fight thing starts up. OR... What if Dave's best buddy hears him and tells him and Dave doesn't like her back?! So the girl comes up with some crazy name that no one she knows would ever have or a very common name like Brad Pitt.

So what does this tell you about guys and girls? Well for one thing, girls are much more secretive and read a whole lot more into people's actions. If Girls wouldn't worry so much about what other people think, they would be less sneaky. Also, it tells you that guys don't need to let out their feelings as much. I have never heard of a guy who goes running to the lunch table of his friends and immediately spits out, "WOW! That girl I really like in my class looks so pretty today! She was wearing this cute skirt and her hair was all done up in curls and I her smile just makes me melt!" I think that's a girl thing...

Tuesday, August 3, 2010


At work the other day two customers came up to me and asked me a question (I will briefly point out that male customers often flirt with me or make pointless small talk. I don't mean to sound conceded, but I am a pretty girl, and creeps who come to shopping tend to notice). After the two guys had made the usual pointless small talk and left the isle I was working on, they came back.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I was just wondering what's the difference between brown and white eggs?"
His friend said, "Yeah I've always wondered..." In my head I sighed and rolled my eyes, because based on the giggling he and his friend were doing, they were just asking to mess with me. I decided that if they were going to take away from my precious work time to mess with me, I would mess with them back.

"One comes from a brown chicken," I said. Because of the person I am, I cannot tell a joke without laughing, so I snorted out my answer, because of my great effort to not laugh. They walked away laughing too. I guess the annoying people at work are the ones that make it the most interesting, eh?