Sunday Nap.

New Years was fun. Danced with friends. Screamed at the top of my lungs when the clock hit Midnight. Had rough encounters with a very creepy guy….

Oh you want to hear that story? Because it is quite a strange one. 

It all starts at a Mormon dance. Mormon dances in Utah are not at all like back home… and that is not necessarily a good thing. You don’t meet new people, guys don’t ask you to dance (unless… and I’ll get to that later.), and if they do ask you to dance they don’t take your arm. Walk you out to the dance floor. Really talk to you because the music is way too loud. Spin you at the end. & escort you back to your friends. Dance over. Drop hands and leave. Ridiculous right? I have tried to avoid these dances usually, but I had no plans and my friend shot me an invite. I decided not to be a lame person and accepted. Don’t get me wrong. I had tons of fun! Mostly because I was dancing with friends. 

To set up the scene… The dance was held in two separate gyms playing different kinds of music and upstairs was food and drink. After dancing for a while we decided to get something to drink. As I am pouring me a glass of water this guy comes up to me.

Guy: “Hello. How are you?”

Me: “Pretty good! What about you?”

We exchanged names. His is Randy.

Randy: “Are you enjoying New Years?”

Me: “Why yes I am! How about you?”

Randy: “Yes I am.”

We exchanged home states. He was surprised to find that I was from Texas. 

Randy: “You don’t look like your from Texas. You look like a Utah girl.”

And that was probably the most offending thing I have ever heard… (No offense).

Me: “Have you been dancing?”

And that was probably the hugest mistake of my life…

Randy: “Yeah a little. Are you dancing with any boys?”

Me: “Uh yeah. A couple times.”

Randy: “Would it be alright if I danced with you?”

Me: “Yes that would be fine.”

He then asked me several more times if I was sure we could dance.

Randy: “Ok then. I will just follow you around until then.”

And thats when I was 100% sure that he was a creep.

He then stood at the table my friends were sitting at. He asked my friend for her number. When she said she had a boyfriend he said that he doesn’t have to know. Except that her boyfriend was sitting right next to her.

He then walked off.

Later we go back to the dance floor and are dancing to a really fast song. He walks up to us.

Randy: “I bet you didn’t think I’d find you.”

Me: “Oh no…. I figured that you’d find me.”

Seriously. I can never get away from them.

Randy: “Now can we dance?”

My friend Elise tells him that he can dance with our group. He says that he only wants to dance with me. He makes the motions of a slow dance.

Me: “Well this really isn’t a song for a slow dance. Dance with my friends and I. If a slow song comes on then we can slow dance.”

Randy: “Am I making you feel uncomfortable?”

That makes it pretty obvious that he does this to girls often.

Me: “Um. No. This just isn’t a slow song.”

But he was making me feel uncomfortable. Just holding on to my pride I suppose.

I prayed that a slow dance wouldn’t come on. He seemed extremely upset. After repeated times of telling him that I was not going to slow dance to a fast song and that I wanted to dance with my friends and that he was welcome to join he finally agrees.

He then GRABS MY ARM! I pulled back so fast and put up my hands.

Me: “Generally you don’t touch people during a fast dance. Randy. I am going to dance with my friends. Please leave me alone.”

I then turned around and started dancing like nobodies business. He stood there for a minute and walked away.

I never say no to a guy asking me to dance. It takes a lot of courage to ask a girl to dance, but when they make me uncomfortable and then grab me I will refuse. I am not going to encourage that kind of behavior. It is alarming for a girl to be treated that way.

Anyways… besides that I had a great time. 

I went to bed at 3am and woke up at 8:10. This change from 1:00pm church to 9:00am is going to kill me. But getting out of church at noon might just be worth it. I can now partake in a Sunday nap. Which I haven’t had in almost a year. It was once my favorite thing. Today after church I at lunch and ran to my bed. As I jumped (yes I literally jumped) into bed I smiled at the thought of napping. As I snuggled under my covers I whispered. “Oh nap time. How I have missed the!”

It was a glorious nap. I dreamt about Randy unfortunately. This time he was even creepier. But after that dream ended it was amazing. I slept for 6 hours. This is bittersweet. Mostly because I will never get to bed tonight. Apparently I need to once again train myself to Sunday Nap. 

Happy New Year.

Carli

Weekend.

So it is currently Sunday night and I am sitting on the couch with Courtney and Ben. My current attire is a black  1920’s flapper dress with yellow monkey PJ pants from my middle school years underneath. Why you ask?! Because we were watching our favorite show that is called Project Glee (if you haven’t watched it you should.) Why am I obsessed? Because it is sooo good. Although I have never once seen an episode of Glee, I do love Project Glee. What is Project Glee you ask? It is a competition between talented young-ins who are each busting their butts to become the next member of the Glee cast. Today’s episode almost made me cry. I thought that my favorite contender was going home. Thank goodness he didn’t. I no doubt would have balled my eyes out if my little Cameron had left. 

Here are several reasons why I love Cameron.

First of all, he is from Texas! That automatically makes him awesome. Therefore going to win.

Second, he’s an amazing singer. 

He’s got a Weezer-esque kind of style. And I love Weezer.

He can pull stuff off that no one else in the world could. He does all these sweet moves when he jams out on the guitar that give him such a cool persona.

He’s not a jerk. He has no idea how absolutely cool he is.

Anyways… The flapper dress. Courtney and I both have flapper dresses that we got for this 1920’s Murder Mystery dance that we once attended. While watching the Glee Project we noticed that they were wearing the exact same dress that Courtney had, so during a commercial break we put them on and danced around the living room. I love dancing around the living room with Courtney. We always have the best times. Ben has a great time watching us, because I am almost positive that we look completely ridiculous.

So this weekend we had a pretty good time. Since last weekend was ruined by my stupid decision to pick up trash at a county fair with a whole bunch of creepy hobo’s, I decided to make this weekend not suck.

Friday: After work Courtney, Ben, and I went to Courtney’s cousins birthday party. Best part about that was that we had way grub fajitas. I haven’t had fajitas like that in so long. No one in Utah knows how to make fajitas. This is something that I need to learn how to make. I don’t think I can go another 5 months without those babies. Afterward we had this great conversation about the Beatles with a true Beatles lover. I love Beatles conversations, there’s nothing better then sharing your favorite Beatles songs amongst other Beatles enthusiasts.

Once we left the party things got a little interesting. We decide to go to Walmart to pick up a couple things, and on the way Courtney and I began sharing stories about our younger years. Courtney told this story of how our best friend Kristy’s brother may have seen her in her underwear, if you know Kristy at all you would find this die hard funny. Suffice to say, I was laughing hysterically in the back seat of Ben’s little VW. Then I look to my right to find a man in a white car waving at me to roll down my window. We do so and this is the following conversation.

Man: “What are you laughing at? Is it me? What did I do?”

Courtney: “Oh, no we aren’t laughing at you. I just told a funny story.”

Man: “Oh! Well I want to be a in on it.”

Courtney: “OK, I just told them about a time that this guy saw me in my underwear.”

Man: bursts out laughing “Funny story!”

So we then continue down the road still laughing. Then all of a sudden this huge black truck gets really close to us. I look up at the guy who is yelling at us! He is purposely moving over into our lane to scare us. We were all very confused by this. Wouldn’t you be? He had absolutely no reason to be mad. I found this completely hilarious so I began laughing harder then I was before. This obviously upset the jerk so he speed off while yelling what I believe to have been expletives. I think he was probably jealous that Ben had two beautiful girls in his little VW, and he had absolutely no girls in his big black truck. No one likes a jerk…

 Saturday: We went for a bike ride to this little park by Ben’s house. We did a little geo-caching, a little sitting by the pond, and some photographing. We had an amazing time. I love being out in the sunshine. I am not at all looking forward to the winter, I am expecting on being depressed and sad. In Corpus we pretty much have year round sunshine, here in Utah it is not that way at all. 

Saturday evening we went to the Jordan River temple. Obviously that was amazing.

Later that night we headed over to Ben’s house to watch Rango. On the way Courtney and I were jamming to some Cake on CD. “Short Skirt Long Jacket.” That song is so good. We then discover that Courtney’s head light is out so we took my truck. Then that very song by Cake was playing on the radio! If you lived in Utah you might understand my excitement about this. I personally hate the radio. They mostly play crap. I recently found an alternative radio station that plays good stuff occasionally. I was just so happy to hear Cake I said “Wouldn’t that be so cool if Foster the People “Pumped Up Kicks” (my current jam) came on the radio on the way home from Ben’s tonight?!” It totally did. I called it.

Speaking of short skirts and long jackets… Guess who I think Cake is singing about. Believe it or not, but Shaniah Twain wears that exact attire in her “Man I feel Like A Woman” music video. The mysterious strange attired woman has been revealed.

Carli 

This is a Test.

This is a test.

I look like a mess.

Hair in a craze, eyes in a daze.

“To much information…” I say.

Memorizing dates, definitions, and names, all to get that beloved grade A.

Finally I sit in an unfamiliar room. I better not have forgotten my #2.

I look at the test with fear in my eyes.

The format is hard to read.

I am pleading with God to help me to remember everything. 

I cannot recall what happens between the start and finish, but im left feeling weak and famished. 

I walk down the short hall to see my score upon the wall.

I am disappointed. 

That is all.

Preparation

Preparation is key to success. Then why have I not been preparing for what could be the craziest thing I’ve ever done? No I’m not even talking about moving. I’m talking about the fact that tonight I am going to this place called the Realto with my father and bringing Whitney along. If you are not sure what the significance of this is, let me explain. My dad goes to the Realto every Tuesday night and has a Jam session with a whole bunch of other musicians. They each take turns standng up at the mic and playing music for the audience. My father has been begging me to go and to perform as well, but I’m a big chicken. But I decided to go tonight because I kinda feel bad thatbi am moving so far away. So tonight I will be playing one song which is “Dream A Little Dream Of Me”. Ihave had this crazy dream to be a musician for a long time… So I think this is something I need to do. Wish me luck. 
Carli