the woot woot phenomenon

you’ve all heard it… or even just seen it written in the online and/or texting world… it is the phrase,
“woot woot.”
some years ago, a friend instant messaged me this phrase for the first time. I still do not know exactly how to pronounce it. if I say it the way it’s phonetically spelled, I feel like an idiot. I can’t help but think of a choo choo train every time.
where does it come from? is it a mixture of the “what!” gangsta phrase so well-utilized by Lil Jon and Jay Z with a “woo!” ecstatic cheer sound? …I don’t know. gave me an educational experience on this matter. some of the definitions found there are:

1. An expression of simplistic ecstasy

2. An expression one may utter in complete approval or joy.

3. Geek speak that is used when said user is happy.

4. A word used to describe the action of flashing someone
derived from a high school swimming carnival- where lip reading was a popular past time.
can also be used in conjunction with the movement of arms up and down in front of chest just like flashing someone

5. An exclamation of sheer joy and excitement that comes with recognition of doing, or knowing something that is out of the ordinary.

6. Another slang term for marijuana.

7. 1. A feeling one experiences while under the influence of marijuana.
2. A call for celebration before smoking marijuana.
3. A call for celebration after smoking marijuana.
4. A time when something really cool happens with your friends.

1. Woot woot man, woot woot.
2. Hey I got up for my classes today, WOOT WOOT!!
3. Woot woot to that bowl!
4. Remember that one time when the poptart flew from Heather’s hand and went to Matt’s hand while in the process the wrapper flew off to the floor, thus the poptart was conveniently unwrapped ready to eat in Matt’s hands, WOOT WOOT!
hmm. who knew it was so universal? I hope you all feel as enlightened as I do today.

I shoulda kissed you in the elevator, but I was too scared to.

this post is kind of a vent that I may or may not delete tomorrow.

a question to ponder: what do you do when you realize you’ve fallen for your friend?

I’ve been in denial, but it’s time for owning up to myself. and I ‘m pretty sure that I’m pretty not sure what to do in this situation.. because the one I wish I could read like a book, happens to be living a movie instead. and it appears that the script and character motives are known only to the director.
I find it almost impossible to figure out what he is thinking most of the time.. but there are so many moments when I think he is on the same page, despite my efforts to take everything at face-value.

anyway, I won’t go into the details about why I think this potential relationship would be so good, because I might destroy the anonymity I desire. and I have enough really good guy friends for this to remain a question mark if I don’t share details, in case said party happens to read the post.
but I want you, reader, to understand that it would be good.
and now you are asking yourself, “well it if would be so good, what’s the problem?”
here are the issues:

  • I don’t want to deal with the awkwardness of a rejected attempt which could definitely lead to a friendship wedge (but I also think I may spend the aftermath always wondering if it COULD have worked out).
  • I am not a make-the-first-move kind of girl. I hate that kind of vulnerability. I’m just good at facilitating the opportunity for THEM to make the move. I’ve kissed a slightly embarrassingly high number of guys without ever making the first move.
  • and not only do I have a fear of it.. in all my observations, it does NOT work when a girl makes the moves — I don’t care what the dating magazines say about girls taking control. I’m not sure why this is, but I speculate it’s because the challenge and/or respect is gone, and therefore, the interest of the guy goes with it.
  • the person in question is definitely not the shy type.. which makes me think he would be bold enough to make a move if he felt so inclined; but I have never actually watched him go in for the kill, so to speak, and so I don’t know what to expect. I also wonder if he has the classic ruin-the-friendship reservations (though I think this is usually just code for, “not that into you.”)
  • I have this incredible tendency to play the role of the best friend.. the cool non-girlfriend you tell everything to about the girl you actually like.. and often consider to be “one of the guys.” this kills my confidence in relationships flowering from friendships.

lastly.. I’ve never noticed the number of I-wish-my-friend-was-more-than-a-friend media material out there until recently, for obvious reasons. and I found this song lyrically appropriate.

Lyrics | Colbie Caillat Lyrics | Realize Lyrics

okay.. I’m done. you are free to dump your advice on me now.

my latest obsession

so lately… I have this fixation with editing photos on
how this affects you?
it gives you the pleasure of viewing my snippets of life collages.
also, today is my 2 months home mark. this could be considered a (clearly not all-encompassing) representation of those 2 months, with a little of the mish thrown in.





is it considered bad blog etiquette to say this is my favorite post thus far? because it is.

I can’t title this.

“Awkward phase”
      doesn’t quite cover it.
When you’re smiling
while transparent fluid fills your lungs
and the glass that divides you
grows daily layers,
you wonder if this could possibly be
what you used to think it was
They told you the turning doesn’t stop,
but you didn’t get it —
not really…
     you couldn’t have.
And now useless isolation
captains your world
with the confidence you had.
You sit behind yellow curtains
      and kiss freckles
      that remind you of sunshine,
while the questions burn holes through them.
You look for the moment
when balloons will fall
and a white light will spin circle beams in the sky
to make it your turn,
through the cracks in the fence.
You know exactly what should happen…
     no, you actually don’t.
You just watch head movies
     and stay on the ground
     without losing the connection…
sometimes forgetting you exist out of dreams.
You’ve never felt quite so inadequate,
     or rather, underqualified and ill-informed. Limited. Lost.
But you don’t like those words.
You prefer: floating;
with a carefree that’s much too careful
in a potential pool that’s much too option-less.
You can’t say that you particularly relate to yourself,
and it surprises you when you get pegged
(even though it shouldn’t).
You just keep looking at the blank
      that is everything,
and wait for the color drop clue —
like waiting for the phone to boil in the ringing pot.overweight-emos1

My obscure internet fame

Upon innocently browsing the web.. I have recently discovered that I am “out there…” in ways I was either repressing with hopes to forget, had truly forgotten, or was unaware of.  So to continue the trend, I’m posting my fifteen famous minutes!
(It doesn’t add up to quite that much in total as of yet.. so I figure there may still be 12.5 minutes of more fame to come in my future… in order to fulfill the given fifteen minutes of fame allotted to everyone.  Although when I become a rockstar someday, I may unfortunately go way way over that and use up all the minutes of some poor hopefuls waiting for the swiveling spotlight to fall on them.)

FIRSTLY, the Tampa Tribune Article that I was interviewed for as a Mormon Missionary.  Yeah buddy!

Second.. A little surprising, but not so much exciting.. my old job still has me posted on the New Employees Section. (scroll toward the bottom.)
It has been 3 1/2 years since I was a new employee there, and I am obviously no longer working there.

Nextly.. this one will be much more exciting to you..
I am youtube famous!
Some of you may have seen this already, but my internet movie star fame may come as a shock to the rest.  The explanation: this was made for a contest related to wind energy promotion.  You can thank Chris Koch for this masterpiece.

The funniest part to me? The comments section… where they defend me for not being that bad. You can’t see that here, but go to this link if you like.

And lastly… I am one of 14 people, according to the United States Census, who is named my name.  I guess it could be worse. 

I hope you enjoyed your journey through my fame.  Thank you for coming.

I’ve been sucked in blog world.

having just recently returned from what turned out to be a 19-month, life-changing excursion I like to call a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the lovely Tampa, FL… I reemerged from obscurity only to discover that blogging and facebook appear to have taken over the world. I had the facebook part down, because I’ve always been known to jump ahead.. but the blogging part had only happened for me on occasion through the apparently now-forgotten-and-irrelevant myspace world.

SO! given that I am partial to this internet medium of self-expression.. I caved today. I knew it was too late when, as the days passed after my discovery that the world was blogging, I began to catch myself thinking in blog form. I was a goner.

my observations in the little blog-perusing I have done are as follows:

blogs are more interesting when they have pictures.. a video.. or come in short paragraphs, but when it hits about 50 pictures of one birthday event, my eyes start to roll back in my head.

married couples that have blogs together do not actually have blogs together. 9 times out of 10 it’s just the wife’s blog. especially if the background is pink and/or flowery with a playlist of david archuleta and a female folksy pop artist.

if a couple has one or more babies.. it is the babies’ blog. period.

this is clearly NOT an attempt to bash on these people. I love many of them dearly, and if that is what their life consists of, then that is exactly what they should blog about! 
but I must confess that I am not married, do not have a baby, and will probably not be manifesting the aformentioned characteristics here. so if you must have your fix of it, continue browsing.

this blog will be under construction indefinitely.. until I figure out what I’m doing, so, as they say on every good mall construction sign,
“pardon my progress.”

...for good measure.

...for good measure.