5.14.2013
Stickiness
I did it, guys! I made it through an entire shift of making ice cream at work without licking my fingers once! And it was super hard, let me tell you that. Now my arms are completely covered with spattered ice cream. Yum... haha.. jk. It was really easy at first, because things were slow and my trainer was really sweet (her name was Abby). I was apparently supposed to watch this tutorial thing from "Butterburger University" (oooo... exciting) about how to make stuff, but nobody thought to show it to me, and I didn't ask, so she taught me everything. And then my boss Debbie remembered that I had to watch the video, and it was TORTUOUS!!! ugh. To add to the loveliness, it was not just like 10 minutes of boredom. It was more like 45 minutes of torture. By the time I emerged from Butterburger University, things were already picking up and I was flung into the midst of it. Luckily, I was sort of kind of not really prepared, so I just started, and hoped upon hope that nothing bad would happen. Of course, things picked up at like 7:30 (really? who eats dinner at 7:30?) and everyone wanted shakes cuz it was hot out, and so I started freaking out and spazzing, and I made the wrong order. But, luckily when my brain goes into panic mode, a small part stays sane, and is also very commanding, because that little part started shouting "HEY! KIRA! GET IT TOGETHER! FOCUS!" Then things went a lot better because I stopped looking at all the orders and just concentrated on one at a time. So it actually turned out to be kind of fun. I'm sure you all know this by now, but I deal so much better with chaos and stress than boredom.
5.02.2013
I Hate Buses
I know that my first blog (ever!) kind of discussed this, but today was just so annoying that I need to vent about it.
I had to go on the bus today because I didn't have anything going on after school, which I wasn't too thrilled about 'cuz I have to be on that stupid bus for 40 minutes to get to my house which is 4 minutes away. But I'm like, whatever, I'll just sleep on the bus. Oh, Kira. How wrong you were..... Things were pretty good until we got to the middle school, the sky erupted and dumped little imp children into our bus. I hear:
"Oh, look there's a sleeping girl in that seat! Shoot!"
"Who is she? I don't know!" (I've only been on this bus for 3 months now, people. Shock factor.)
I could feel them all looking at me, and then the extremely annoying girl behind me decided to stick her head out from behind her seat and poke me. "ARE YOU SLEEPING???" she yelled. I do not exaggerate. This girl practically yelled every time she opened her pothole. Which was quite often. The rest of the implings stuck their heads and stared me down. I felt like a goldfish in a bowl. Ten minutes later, the two guys who were in the seats across from me, who were in 6th and 7th grade, I think, were discussing how one of them were going to break up with their "girlfriend" (seriously, dude? girlfriend? you barely know how to count to ten yet.) The 6th grader looked straight at me, pointed and said, "You could go out with that girl." I just kept pretending to be asleep. Then the thunder cracked, so I couldn't pretend to sleep, otherwise I would have to pretend to be deaf too. And I almost was, having to listen to the girl behind me. Who also felt it necessary to pound on my seat. So things go on fairly decently after that, except about 20 minutes later, when that same girl stuck her head back out. "HI!" she yelled, "HOW ARE YOU???"
"Okay." I replied. "YOU HAVE BIG EYES! I LIKE BIG EYES!" she screeched. The guy across from me apologized, saying "Sorry, she's really weird." Yeah, I've figured that out by this point. "HE HAS BIG EYES TOO! (referring to the guy across from me, who was, again, in 7th grade) YOU GUYS SHOULD GO OUT!!" At this point, I'm like, this girl is so stupid, and that statement was so totally idiotic that I'm not even going to grace it with an answer. She took that as "YOU'RE NOT DISAGREEING! YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH HIM!!!" I just gave her a look. "Excuse me? I'm a sophomore."
"A SOFTMORE?"
"No. A sophomore."
"OH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FRESHMAN!!! (why does everyone think that?)"
By this point the big-eyed boy is dying with embarrassment, and luckily I'm at my bus stop. Yeah. It was a weird bus ride. That's why I need drivers-ed.
I had to go on the bus today because I didn't have anything going on after school, which I wasn't too thrilled about 'cuz I have to be on that stupid bus for 40 minutes to get to my house which is 4 minutes away. But I'm like, whatever, I'll just sleep on the bus. Oh, Kira. How wrong you were..... Things were pretty good until we got to the middle school, the sky erupted and dumped little imp children into our bus. I hear:
"Oh, look there's a sleeping girl in that seat! Shoot!"
"Who is she? I don't know!" (I've only been on this bus for 3 months now, people. Shock factor.)
I could feel them all looking at me, and then the extremely annoying girl behind me decided to stick her head out from behind her seat and poke me. "ARE YOU SLEEPING???" she yelled. I do not exaggerate. This girl practically yelled every time she opened her pothole. Which was quite often. The rest of the implings stuck their heads and stared me down. I felt like a goldfish in a bowl. Ten minutes later, the two guys who were in the seats across from me, who were in 6th and 7th grade, I think, were discussing how one of them were going to break up with their "girlfriend" (seriously, dude? girlfriend? you barely know how to count to ten yet.) The 6th grader looked straight at me, pointed and said, "You could go out with that girl." I just kept pretending to be asleep. Then the thunder cracked, so I couldn't pretend to sleep, otherwise I would have to pretend to be deaf too. And I almost was, having to listen to the girl behind me. Who also felt it necessary to pound on my seat. So things go on fairly decently after that, except about 20 minutes later, when that same girl stuck her head back out. "HI!" she yelled, "HOW ARE YOU???"
"Okay." I replied. "YOU HAVE BIG EYES! I LIKE BIG EYES!" she screeched. The guy across from me apologized, saying "Sorry, she's really weird." Yeah, I've figured that out by this point. "HE HAS BIG EYES TOO! (referring to the guy across from me, who was, again, in 7th grade) YOU GUYS SHOULD GO OUT!!" At this point, I'm like, this girl is so stupid, and that statement was so totally idiotic that I'm not even going to grace it with an answer. She took that as "YOU'RE NOT DISAGREEING! YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH HIM!!!" I just gave her a look. "Excuse me? I'm a sophomore."
"A SOFTMORE?"
"No. A sophomore."
"OH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FRESHMAN!!! (why does everyone think that?)"
By this point the big-eyed boy is dying with embarrassment, and luckily I'm at my bus stop. Yeah. It was a weird bus ride. That's why I need drivers-ed.
4.24.2013
WOOO HOO!!!
Guess what? I really am going to take your order!!! I got a job at Culvers!!! WOOO HOOOO!!! I went to my second interview today, and it was super short... She just asked me a couple of questions, and then she told me, "Well, I usually don't do this. I usually spend a couple of days after an interview thinking about the conversation, but Matt (the guy I who interviewed me the first time) really liked you, and you smile a lot, so I'm going to give you the job." YAYAAAAAAYYYY!!
4.17.2013
Welcome to Culvers, May I Take Your Order?
Soooo, if you've read the title, I think you know where this post is going....
I applied for a job at Sussex Culvers, and I didn't get the job, so I'm like, what the heck, might as well apply for Menomonee Falls Culvers too. Since that's the only flippin' place I can legally work at. :P I wasn't really expecting to get a call from them, but today I did! And they want an interview with me! (Weirdly enough, my friend Jewell also applied at the Sussex Culvers, except she ended up getting an interview, and she actually went to that interview today.) So the guy who called me at MF Culvers was named Matt, and I actually talked to him again today. Here's how the conversation went:
Random Girl: "Welcome to Culvers! How may I help you?"
Me: "Umm... I applied for a job a couple weeks ago, and I was told to call here today?"
Random Girl: "Yeah, sure. Just a second. Can I have your name?"
Me: "Kira Lange. K-I-R-A L-A-N-G-E." (I automatically spell out my name when I tell people it because they never know how to spell it.)
Matt: "Hello? I'm Matt."
Me: "Yes? I'm Kira? You called me earlier today about a job interview?"
Matt: "Moshymooshymush."
Me: "Sorry, what?"
Matt: "Hoshymoshymoooshymoo?"
Me: *awkward pause* "I'm really sorry, could I just have that one more time?"
Matt: "How are you?"
Me: *embarrassed laughter* Oh, I'm good."
Matt: "So, do you think you could come in tomorrow or Friday?"
Me: "Well, I can't come in tomorrow or Friday until 5:30 because I have drama practice."
Matt: "You're in what?"
Me: "I'm in drama."
Matt: "Oh! That's cool."
Me: "Do you think Saturday would work?"
Matt: "No, I don't work that day." (So apparently that means he's the one who's gonna interview me...) Sunday?"
Me: "I'm free all day Sunday!"
Matt: "Would three work on Sunday?"
Me: "Yeah! Thanks!"
And the prize for the most awkward conversation today goes to... me! I can see this relationship with Matt is going to be marvelous.... since we can barely understand each other.... :D
I applied for a job at Sussex Culvers, and I didn't get the job, so I'm like, what the heck, might as well apply for Menomonee Falls Culvers too. Since that's the only flippin' place I can legally work at. :P I wasn't really expecting to get a call from them, but today I did! And they want an interview with me! (Weirdly enough, my friend Jewell also applied at the Sussex Culvers, except she ended up getting an interview, and she actually went to that interview today.) So the guy who called me at MF Culvers was named Matt, and I actually talked to him again today. Here's how the conversation went:
Random Girl: "Welcome to Culvers! How may I help you?"
Me: "Umm... I applied for a job a couple weeks ago, and I was told to call here today?"
Random Girl: "Yeah, sure. Just a second. Can I have your name?"
Me: "Kira Lange. K-I-R-A L-A-N-G-E." (I automatically spell out my name when I tell people it because they never know how to spell it.)
Matt: "Hello? I'm Matt."
Me: "Yes? I'm Kira? You called me earlier today about a job interview?"
Matt: "Moshymooshymush."
Me: "Sorry, what?"
Matt: "Hoshymoshymoooshymoo?"
Me: *awkward pause* "I'm really sorry, could I just have that one more time?"
Matt: "How are you?"
Me: *embarrassed laughter* Oh, I'm good."
Matt: "So, do you think you could come in tomorrow or Friday?"
Me: "Well, I can't come in tomorrow or Friday until 5:30 because I have drama practice."
Matt: "You're in what?"
Me: "I'm in drama."
Matt: "Oh! That's cool."
Me: "Do you think Saturday would work?"
Matt: "No, I don't work that day." (So apparently that means he's the one who's gonna interview me...) Sunday?"
Me: "I'm free all day Sunday!"
Matt: "Would three work on Sunday?"
Me: "Yeah! Thanks!"
And the prize for the most awkward conversation today goes to... me! I can see this relationship with Matt is going to be marvelous.... since we can barely understand each other.... :D
Spring Break
*I found this in my drafts... don't why I didn't post it before... huh...*
Soo... while others are basking in the sunlight of Florida or something, I sit here and eat jellybeans and fry my brains out in front of the TV. Yaaay. With no internet. Yaay. (and before some smart aleck comments, I'm at the library writing this. So there.) So I though I would just give a quick update about things that are going on in my life.
Soo... while others are basking in the sunlight of Florida or something, I sit here and eat jellybeans and fry my brains out in front of the TV. Yaaay. With no internet. Yaay. (and before some smart aleck comments, I'm at the library writing this. So there.) So I though I would just give a quick update about things that are going on in my life.
- We started "Ethnic Dance" in gym. Woo hoo. Actually, its pretty fun. Probably because its like the one thing in gym that I don't fail epically at. Except maybe badminton. I was okay at that. Annyyyways... the first dance, while pretty easy, kind of made me feel like an idiot. Or a leprechaun. Or a leprechaun idiot... Wow. The TV really must be frying my brains. I'm rambling more than usual.... and I'm back. The second dance was a partner dance. Joy. And unfortunately, there are no boys in my gym class that I even feel the slightest attraction to. Or friendliness towards. Or civility towards. Okay, its not really that bad. I just don't have any guy friends in the class. Mr. Demato (aka the football coach aka my teacher) kind of paired us all up, but there was one girl left over. The first time, when we learned how to properly do the position-that-you-do-when-you-ballroom-dance (is there a specific name for that?), I had a partner. Then the guys all rotated, and I was left over... Mr. Demato demonstrated the simplest dance in the history of ever THREE TIMES by himself, and then turned to me and was like, "Do you think you got this?" I was like, I dance. I've done much harder things than this. But apparently the rest of the class wasn't really that great at it, because I actually looked halfway decent apparently. I got complimented for gently nudging my partner into place (Words of wisdom from Kira Lange: If boys don't do what you want, don't shove them around. Gently nudge them into place, so that they don't even realize you're doing it. Works (almost) every time.)
- The dog I'm watching has so far puked in my room, ripped up her (filled) diaper and spread the shreds all over my bed and made a puddle in the kitchen. Twice. And she's like three years old. But she's a sweetie, and I'm getting paid twenty dollars a day. So it's okay.
- I watched the Phantom of the Opera last night. It was really good. His face was so ugly! But his voice was sooo good. I was seriously freaked out by the little bit of brain they had showing through his skull though. This kind of goes without saying, but I cried, as I do during every movie. Poor Phantom.
4.11.2013
An Un-Wonderful Day
"Oh, what a beautiful moooorrrning... Oh what a beautiful daaaaayyyy.... I've got a beautiful feeeeliiiiinnnnngggg-" NOOO STOP! Not a good day! Not. A. Good. Day!
Today started out with me waking up late, and my mom rushing into my room, freaking out about how late it was. Pretty normal for me... Haha... I rushed into the bathroom, did my makeup and everything, and brushed my teeth.... then froze. I was holding my brother's toothbrush in my hand, covered with toothpaste foam. Did I just.... use my brothers toothbrush! Ewww!! Nasty nasty nasty! Then I looked outside, and hey! It's raining. So I went a little slower because usually my mom drives me to the bus stop when its raining, so I didn't need to leave as early to walk. Nope. She doesn't drive me, because it's not raining that bad out. It was raining enough to say it was raining, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Halfway to the bus stop, it started raining harder. And harder. And harder. By the time I got to the top of my hill, my head was soaked. Yay. I love my life. So I get to school, and make a couple sarcastic comments about how, hey, guys! It's raining outside. First hour was pretty good. I was dancing with a guy named Connor, and he was pretty nice and not all awkward. Then, when I was in the locker room afterwards, I sprayed myself with perfume... in my mouth! Uuuuugh.... When will the torment ever end? Theen... I got to second hour, and started getting really bad cramps. I went to the health room, and asked if I could call my mom to see if she could bring some medicine. To show you how bad my day was, that was the highlight of my day: sitting in the health room with a hot pad on my stomach. A couple of my friends walked by, including Collin and Ariel. Collin did, like, a double take when he walked past me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I was born a female." I replied. Sarcastically. Today was a day for major sarcasm for me. Ariel didn't get it.
"Whaaat??"
"I'm a girl. I was born female."
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!! I get it now! Don't worry, I'm a girl too."
"Yes. I think I've realized that by this point."
So my mom gets to school with the medicine, and things start looking up. And then down. Because the medicine didn't work. And I still feel sick right now. In choir, I had to sit down during sectionals, so of course everyone starts freaking out and telling me I should go to the health room (which actually made me feel even more uncomfortable) Sorry, already tried that, and it didn't work. And I didn't really want to go home, 'cuz I'd already got my mom up to the school, and I didn't want to make her come up again. So here I sit. In pain. Did I mention how much I love my life? The guy who sits in front of me (I think y'all know him. Mentioned him in one of my recent blogs? Yeah. That one.) just asked me what's wrong, and I told him that I just didn't feel good. Then he asked, "Is there any underlying reason?" and then fixed his blue-green eyes on me.... sigh. No! Kira! Bad girl! And so I told him no, but then stopped and said.... "Umm... there kind of is one..." Those EYES! "I'm a female." Lightbulb pops on. "Well, Kira, I'm sorry that you have those... female parts."
"I am too."
So I'm skipping out on drama practice tonight, and going home and probably watching Sterling Knight on Youtube. I really really hate being a girl.....
Today started out with me waking up late, and my mom rushing into my room, freaking out about how late it was. Pretty normal for me... Haha... I rushed into the bathroom, did my makeup and everything, and brushed my teeth.... then froze. I was holding my brother's toothbrush in my hand, covered with toothpaste foam. Did I just.... use my brothers toothbrush! Ewww!! Nasty nasty nasty! Then I looked outside, and hey! It's raining. So I went a little slower because usually my mom drives me to the bus stop when its raining, so I didn't need to leave as early to walk. Nope. She doesn't drive me, because it's not raining that bad out. It was raining enough to say it was raining, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Halfway to the bus stop, it started raining harder. And harder. And harder. By the time I got to the top of my hill, my head was soaked. Yay. I love my life. So I get to school, and make a couple sarcastic comments about how, hey, guys! It's raining outside. First hour was pretty good. I was dancing with a guy named Connor, and he was pretty nice and not all awkward. Then, when I was in the locker room afterwards, I sprayed myself with perfume... in my mouth! Uuuuugh.... When will the torment ever end? Theen... I got to second hour, and started getting really bad cramps. I went to the health room, and asked if I could call my mom to see if she could bring some medicine. To show you how bad my day was, that was the highlight of my day: sitting in the health room with a hot pad on my stomach. A couple of my friends walked by, including Collin and Ariel. Collin did, like, a double take when he walked past me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I was born a female." I replied. Sarcastically. Today was a day for major sarcasm for me. Ariel didn't get it.
"Whaaat??"
"I'm a girl. I was born female."
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!! I get it now! Don't worry, I'm a girl too."
"Yes. I think I've realized that by this point."
So my mom gets to school with the medicine, and things start looking up. And then down. Because the medicine didn't work. And I still feel sick right now. In choir, I had to sit down during sectionals, so of course everyone starts freaking out and telling me I should go to the health room (which actually made me feel even more uncomfortable) Sorry, already tried that, and it didn't work. And I didn't really want to go home, 'cuz I'd already got my mom up to the school, and I didn't want to make her come up again. So here I sit. In pain. Did I mention how much I love my life? The guy who sits in front of me (I think y'all know him. Mentioned him in one of my recent blogs? Yeah. That one.) just asked me what's wrong, and I told him that I just didn't feel good. Then he asked, "Is there any underlying reason?" and then fixed his blue-green eyes on me.... sigh. No! Kira! Bad girl! And so I told him no, but then stopped and said.... "Umm... there kind of is one..." Those EYES! "I'm a female." Lightbulb pops on. "Well, Kira, I'm sorry that you have those... female parts."
"I am too."
So I'm skipping out on drama practice tonight, and going home and probably watching Sterling Knight on Youtube. I really really hate being a girl.....
4.04.2013
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