The Public Transportation Chronicles, part one

Is there a drug called "Ice Tea" interweb people?

Wait, let me explain. I am not trying to become a drug dealer, or even break into the drug scene. (By the way, whenever I hear the words "drug scene," I always think of some dramatic play with actual drugs playing characters. Yes, I know I have issues.)

But this particular term confused the heck out of me. Which either says that I'm really naive and need to stop hiding in my basement all the time. Which I totally don't do. Anymore. Or that it's not actually a drug. Which would make me really dumb and this post unneeded.

(Actually I don't. My basement creeps me out after a while. Which must mean that it's REALLY weird, because I'm an epic creeper.)

(And yes, I understand. Is this post ever needed? Cue metaphyscial soul searching. And creepy music. Because creepy music ALWAYS plays during a good ole fashioned soul search. Don't worry post, I love you.)

But anyways, I'm asking because I overheard a super awkward conversation about Ice Tea on the bus a few years ago. (hence the whole "public transportation chronicles" thing ... believe it or not, I actually have had several encounters on various public venues .... shocking, I know.)

Cue me, a naive midget-girl with a red fro. Innocently whistling (I'm assuming) and snapping along with the bird calls around her. (okay no, I wasn't. I can't snap. DON'T JUDGE ME.) So there I was, just sitting there, minding my own beeswax when a certain snippet catches my ear.

"DUDE. I JUST MIXED UP THE BEST ICE TEA YESTERDAY. IT WAS AWESOME."

It was then followed with an in-depth discussion on the merits of certain flavors of Ice Tea. They even had an argument over the best type (one said lemon, the other said raspberry .... which is the most confusing, because who would choose lemon over raspberry? FOR REALS.)

Not sketchy at all, right? Now enter into the picture the fact that they were high school senior-aged boys who were heavy into the "skater" scene. As far as I know, skaters don't go around talking about their favorite mixed drink. But I could be a horrible, judgemental person and be totally wrong.

So enter you, my blog readers. Though I know many (all) of you are either silently judging me, or laughing at my naivity (it's okay, you can do both, I would) ... what is ice tea?

"Request help from Ninja Turtles"

I is a bad blogger.

I haven't updated in like 14,876 years, but I really couldn't think of anything to say. (Which is totally different from usual, I know. *cue sarcasim) So I promise I'll have an actual post soon. But in the meantime, I have been creeping around tumblr.

Maybe creeping isn't the best word. Addicted sounds a tad bit better. This one tumblr ... "ilovecharts" is literally my life right now. And they just reblogged this chart from a site called "pleated-jeans."

Is it weird that I am in love with this site because they use a picture of a person with a belt as their hyphen? Because that may or may not be why.

Not going to lie, my favorite part is the "Rub chest sensually."

I've actually just decided. I'm going to post more pictures. Because this one gives me the lolz. Why should I deny much-needed lolz from the public?

^^It's only okay that I used the term "lolz" because there is a z.

Poor Trisquits, always discriminated against.

Feeling like a creep. Oh yeah.

Helloooooo out there!

I know, I know, stop yelling at me. I was busy! I promise! So whateves ... time to get onto my ranting :)

SO. Have you ever fallen asleep on the couch? Yes, right?

Now, have you ever fallen asleep on a stranger's couch. Not so many this time.

Finally, have you ever fallen asleep on a stranger's couch, and then wake up to find that person staring at you? Yeah. No one now.

I mean, normal people don't get themselves into this type of a situation, but my awkwardness just seems to permeate everything I do. I mean, come on. Things like this happen to me ALL THE TIME. But the backstory ....

It starts off semi normal. I get called by a new family to come and babysit. I wasn't busy, so I said yes. On the appointed day, I went over to their house and did all the normal meet and greet stuff. The night started off fine. We watched power rangers and read a story. He was in bed by 8:30 pm and I went downstairs to read. After a while I started watching the news ... you know all that stuff. I expected the parents home around 11 ... but soon it was 11:30. Then 11:45. So, I'm sitting there at 11:57 pm and I'm kinda worried. I remember that time exactly because all of a sudden it went from 11:57 to 12:06. Appartnely I passed out sitting up on this couch and when I woke up the mom is looking at me. Just looking. I mean, what would you do if you came home to this person passed out on your couch? It was sooooo awkward. We both kinda just looked at each other and mumbled things about stuff. I don't even remember. What made it worse is that earlier in the night I had said to myself, "It's only down the street. I can walk and be environmentally friendly!"

No.

And that is how I ended up creeping out a poor innocent woman and subsequently looking like a hooker.

Sounds like a good Saturday, right?