Kyoo 73

I used to think that nothing was more annoying than a blog that was never updated......haha, oops.

It seems that whenever I'm in a hurry or just don't want to be noticed, something happens that hinders me. For instance, Christmas Eve. Let the story begin:

I needed to make a deposit at my bank but of course they were closed. However, there is a 24-hour ATM out front and I decide I have time to run over there while my parents run into Walgreens. So, I traipse through the remaining snow in the parking lot, across a yard, and up to the ATM. I was excited because there weren't any vehicles to watch me walk through the drive-up ATM. "This isn't too bad" I thought to myself. Haha, yeah right. My bank has 7 (SEVEN) envelope boxes. All of them were empty.

"Oh that's just great!" After a few more adjectives to describe my distaste, I hiked back to the van. That's when I realized that my mom is one of the reasons those envelope boxes are never full. She basically has a years supply of deposit envelopes in her van. "Thank you mom!" And traipse number two began.

This time, however, luck was still against me. There was a car at the ATM as I approached. So, I took the long way to avoid any attention being drawn to myself. As I was rounding back towards the ATM, a stupid blue Town & Country pulled in front of me.

Curses!

Except this was no typical customer. No. It was the ATM guard who HAD to fill it right then. It was essential. This could not wait. And if you can't sense the sarcasm in my writing, you don't know me well enough.

So, a big, cumbersome man sits in the van for a while and finally decides to make an appearance. He steps out, opens the side door, and plays a grueling game of chess. Or something. He was standing next to that door forever. Eventually, he starts taking the ATM apart and filling it. Except that I totally could have robbed the place without notice because he was throwing/flashing the money around like it was Monopoly. Welcome to small-town America. No security needed.

All the while, Kyooyoo is standing there, about 15 feet behind. But she's not alone. No. There are no less than 4 (FOUR) other vehicles behind her. And it doesn't stop there. Behind the wheel of each of those vehicles is a man, obviously in a hurry to get some extra cash and finish their Christmas shopping. So, Kyooyoo is standing amongst the ranks of last-minute shopping men.

Just imagine what they're thinking.

About 15 minutes after the security guard pulled up, it finally looks like he's getting ready to go. I'm still standing there with an aggravated look on my face and the guy behind me starts to inch ahead and pull up beside me.

I'm thinking "Heck no! There is not a snowball's chance in perdition that you are passing me buddy! I'll kick your tires!"

Lets weigh this out here: Four-wheel drive truck vs 20-year-old exasperated girl. I know, I was scared for the truck to....

This is also about the time that my parents drive past, pointing and laughing all the while. And they keep driving. Leaving me.

So, Priority #1 is still making sure bimbo in truck doesn't get in front of me. However, I lowered my defenses a bit when he rolled down his window and inquired about the guard.

I took that opportunity to, quite audibly, voice "No, I think he's almost done. He sure is taking his sweet time though."

And he was. He did finish shortly after that and I was able to make my deposit. And my parents did return. They sure got quite a laugh out of it though.

That's what I'm here for. I sure love my family.

Have a stupendous New Year's Eve. Drive safe. Remember who you are. And if it smells funny, it probably shouldn't be consumed. But that's not to say you still can't use it for entertainment.

Have a great day :)

Kyoo 72

Due to a few complaints about my lack of blogging, I have made this a priority and will thus commence with the insanity:

My MesoAmerica post will be up shortly. I still have a few loose ends to tie up this semester. But, if you are in a position of power (and respect and gratitude) in my life (i.e. mother or father) then let it be officially written to everyone on the World Wide Web that this is probably the chance of a lifetime, the safest way to get the travel bug out of my system, and an opportunity to learn and grow into a child you can be even more proud of. When it's put that way, you're getting something out of it, right?

And there will be souvenirs. Think BIG.

Like sombrero big.

Your literature will arrive by the end of the week. Until then, picture me climbing ancient runes, hiking through a monkey-infested jungle, and swimming through a cave. And brushing up on my Spanish in preparation for living in a predominantly Hispanic community!

Or you could picture me rotting away somewhere else.

And Steffer's going!

Okay, I'm done for now.

I just wanted to share that I gave a big presentation this morning with my fly down. There. Now it's not embarrassing. I KNEW it was down. I promise. You can stop laughing now. Really, I don't think anyone saw because my pants are just so that it's hard to tell. But, if anyone DID see, they may or may not have caught a glimpse of my sailor-striped underwear.

At least it was cool.

And if you're still not sure what to get me for Christmas (interested parties should have received their respective lists by now), Teenage-Mutant Ninja Turtles underwear is always welcome.

I like Michelangelo or Leonardo if you can't get a variety pack.

Have a great day :)