I Drive a Pedovan

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My friends think its a hilarious name. Blind dates. . . not so much.

Awkward Question

At the beginning of this last semester, my professors asked us to split up into groups. These groups would do a giant final project due at the end of the semester as well as many other smaller projects along the way. So picking the right people in these groups would be very important.

Well, there was a group of four of us that were in last semester's integrated core, and were in the same classes this semester. So naturally, we decided it would be a good idea to be in the same group for all our classes. This meant that we would be some sort of super marketing group. 

"Super Marketing Group Assemble!"

We saw each other upwards of three or more hours a day. We got great things accomplished during the  semester and became very close friends.

I tell that short story so I can tell you this story. On the very first day we were working together, and were still getting to know each other, I had an interesting exchange with Chantel, the sole female in our group:

Chantel trailed off, suddenly doubting what she was about to say.

She wanted to ask a question, but was having trouble figuring out how to word it. 

Every attempt at eloquent wording escaped her.

Frustration set in. 

Followed by resignation. The question was coming out, regardless of how it's worded.

When in doubt, quote Mean Girls

Note: I got Chantel's permission to tell this story. She's normally a very smart and well-spoken person. Just had a brain fart, like we all do. We're good friends who still stay in contact with each other, even though she is now graduated and has a big-girl job in San Francisco. Good times, eh?

The Story of My Forever Alone Life, Part 2

I finally adding a new cartoon to my blog, but I'm trying something new.

I'll write about it later, but I just recently started an internship that has let me keep and iPad for the entire summer!  So I'm going to be using an app I downloaded called Tinker Paint. The drawings won't look as neat as they were, but they'll be more "freehand."

Anywho, on to my story.

So I signed up for a 2D-Design class last semester for my art minor. I was hopeful that the guy to girl ratio would be similar to what it was in my last art class - that is, about 17 girls to 3 guys, and two of those guys would be unavailable. I was also hoping that I would have better luck than I did last time (part one).

So on the first day of class, my wishes came true. The entire class was almost entirely girls. I decided to pic a seat in the middle of the room, in between two girls.

We introduced ourselves to each other and were getting along just merrily. Then I realized I had forgotten to check something.

(like how I'm too lazy to draw this picture twice and just reversed the last image?)

Indeed. Somehow, I had forgotten about the very first rule of BYU dating - check the freaking ring finger. 

Oh well, with one minute before class started, a girl was approaching the empty seat to the right, and I could see that she didn't have a ring. So that was okay.

But then:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm saving this seat for my husband."

Eff, I thought. Not only am I surrounded by married girls, I will now be subject to gross PDA to my right hand side. 

Two days later.

It was time for class again. This time I decided to sit as far away as possible from the side of the room that had been claimed by the married people, and meet new people.

No rings. . . Sorry, nothing against you married people, but you're just not as fun. And if I'm going to be in a class filled with girls, I don't see any reason why I should hang out with the unavailable ones. Sheesh.

Anyway, I sat down, introduced myself, and started chatting with my neighbors. We joked, we had some witty banter and comedic timing, we played the whole 20 questions game getting to know each other. And then class ended and we all stood up to leave.

Curses.

There's always next semester, right?

P.S. As I'm finishing up this post, I've decided that the best way to describe this art is "Draw Something-esque." By the way, if you want to play me, just let me know! I tend go all out.

Happy Birthday to Myself

Yeah, my birthday was clear back in January. I know, I'm a slacker at updating. But I wanted to share this true story with you:

Le random passing of friend on way to school