Mento's Makes it All Much Better

If you're interested, I uploaded some new pics onto my CRU photo album.


2am Photo Session: One Tree Hill meets My Super Sweet Sixteen meets Laguna Beach meets Real World: San Marcos...

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Social interactions on campus can be a delicate thing. So far this semester my ipod is being generally bitchy which means bad news for me (read: all). As we have previously determined, Apple’s little pretentious must have gadget for cool 20-somethings is generally recognized as the universal sign for “don’t mess with me, talk to me, and/or look at me.” But without my musical cocoon, I’ve been forced to greet, talk, hide, smile, hug, and quite often times fake heart attacks.

I’ve determined three very specific course of actions I exhibit when confronted with a social encounter (and from what I can tell, there is ABSOLUTELY NO reason I choose one instead of four, three instead of two--it's completely random and absurd):

1) Wave, genuinely smile, approach person and have great conversation and express that it was nice seeing them.

2) Find nearest obstacle, natural or man made, and hide behind it so as not to be seen. Usually reserved for Marissa the Kissa.

3) If too late for option two, having already established eye contact, cover face with hand, blocking their existence from line of sight, and quickly change courses. Think movie star avoids paparazzi.

4) If after having moved to option three and I realize they are coming towards me despite my clear sign that I’m denying their existence and DO NOT want to be photographed, I put my hands over my heart and begin gasping as though I’m having a heart attack. At first this was for real, then became a joke, and now is no longer a joke nor funny; it's very serious. Sometimes I literally think I’m going into cardiac arrest DUE TO SEEING MY FRIENDS.

If you think I’m joking, just ask Megan. I was riding my bike today and saw her approaching from afar. It was not even 10am, so option one was definitely out of the question. Option two was no good, since it was on a bridge, which is a virtual minefield for obligatory social interactions. Option three was out of the question, since I was already struggling to maintain balance while riding my bike, generally trying to not hit people (just come real close and give dirty looks), and eating a Nature’s Valley Granola bar, and covering my face would have surely destroyed my thin thread of remaining balance and sent me to the pavement.

So I moved to option four, naturally. She just stared at me and said, “We’ll talk later.” I mumbled something to the effect of “Spare me baby”, did some breathing exercises, and had a Mento's...