After opening gifts Christmas morning it was hard to imagine that anything could beat my new socks, but this kid did it. I am so grateful for my little brother, Cade, and his choice to serve a mission in Chile! I love hearing from him each week. He's still normal, thank goodness. Christmas is such a fun time of year and I love spending it with my family, even if it is via Skype.
I found this blank page titled "Confidence" in my drafts tonight. What was I thinking about when I started writing and quit after the title? No idea. But you know what? Confidence is key. It will get you places. Nothing is less attractive than a lack of confidence, whether it be a boy or girl. It's hard to be friends with people when they don't have confidence. I think that the two biggest acts that radiate confidence are:
1. Eye contact. Nothing makes a conversation more uncomfortable than if they other person cannot look you in they eye. BE GENUINE.
2. Saying things simply to say them, and not repeating them to be heard. I never can quite explain this one, but it's what I look for in people. My favorite people are those who say a joke once, no matter if it's heard. If I hear someone repeat their joke/comment two + times because they didn't receive the reaction they hoped for....I ignore it. Rude? SORRY! You don't need social validation for everything you do though! So I won't give it to you. I'm mean :/
(No really I try way hard to always be nice.)
So yeah, confidence.
And here's a quote from my fridge.
"Sisters, wherever you are, whatever your circumstances my be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love. Just think of it: You are known and remembered by the most majestic, powerful, and glorious Being in the universe! You are loved by the King of infinite space and everlasting time!"
-Dieter F. Uchtdorf
(bold and large fonts are as they are printed from my ward's compassionate service committee, this quote has not been altered by the blogger)
I have gotten eyelash extensions a time or two. And I've loved them! I paid $25 the first time I went. A year later I wanted to get them again so I went to the same girl thinking it would be $25. She finished in about an hour and said it was $50. Excuse me? Ok, so I paid. Then a few months later I finally let them all fall out. It's a sad day when your eyelash extension all fall out. It's like you don't even recognize yourself when you look in the mirror. You look like a boy with puffy eyes just woken up from a nap following a fist fight. I'm not exaggerating. Aside from the fact that some eyelash extensions can look....bad. See below:
They look like crunchy plastic and it's disgusting.
Girls pay up to $150 a month for this. My tube of mascara is $7.99.
Sometimes people just choose the wrong length too, but to each her own, I'm not judging.
People will post their political views online because they want others to know, possibly hoping they could be an influence for their own candidate. Those who complain about one day every four years when they see an explosion of political posts should instead develop some of their own and share them. Politics are an important part of our country, become educated and please do share.
Race does not matter. Fingers can be pointed at every white American who did vote for Mitt Romney because Obama is African American. Fingers could also be pointed at every African American who did vote for Obama because their skin colors matched. Either way--don't talk about it if you'd like to see skin color eliminated from the political race, because the people expressing this and fueling the fire are making the racism exist.
There isn't much of a point in attacking your friends or supporters of the other party. You do nothing but represent your party, yourself, and everything else that you are in a poor manner.
Do not say that "your vote doesn't count". Because it does . If you have that mentality, or would like to share that mentality then I would suggest trying to survive in a country where your vote does not even exist because your voice literally does not matter and will never be heard. In America there is a voting system, use it, it's a privilege.
Lastly, don't think I'm psycho. Call my hypocrite though because sometimes I do say negative things, sorry.
It may seem crazy to be talking about Valentines Day in October, but I want to. Valentines day is a time of the year where you brag about your boyfriend and what he does for you. Post as many pictures of your romantic date online so that EVERY other girl is jealous. Way jealous. That is, if the other girls have time to even look away from the pictures they have most recently posted of their romantic Valentines Day date. Or week. Some go a little over the top. Anyway--in February us innocent bystanders are at least prepared to see all of these posts all over the web. There are even e-cards and jokes (nobody thinks it's funny anymore) that actually refer to Valentine's day as "Singles Awareness MONTH". In October though I feel that my eyes are safe, they will not be infected with the sights of cute couples kissing anytime I look online. WRONG. It's October, the month of Halloween, the NEW Valentines Day, kind of. This was brought to my attention this morning by my extremely observant and Instagrammaholic roommate, Tehya. We both agreed that all we have seen are pictures of couples on Halloween dates! Which is fine, because we do it too.
(I imagine all of the following said in this voice.)
"Let's carve pumpkins!"
"Let's dress up as a couple!"
"Let's dress up as a CELEBRITY couple!"
"Wait, I want to look pretty!"
"Let's go to a haunted house!!"
"I want you to take me to a haunted house because I would act really obnoxiously scared at an unrealistic level so that I can hold your hand! And that would be romantic!!"
"Let's take a picture!"
"Oh that was bad, ANOTHER!!!"
I title this blog post The Final Stretch for two reasons. The first and best is in reference to that final stretch you do before you get out of bed in the morning. Is that not the best? Once that final stretch and loud yawn are given you're forced to get out of bed. The second reason I title this The Final Stretch is because I have reached that dreaded point in the semester. The Final Stretch. It always happens to me right after Fall Break. When the semester began I actually did my assigned reading and sat through every class. Now I am more likely to work on a way to get out of going to class than simply just going. In fact, today I went to school and parked my car, got all of my belongings situated in my backpack and popped open my umbrella. I was ready to walk to class during the first storm of the year. I hopped out the driver's door and didn't even make it around the front of my car and to the passenger's side before I turned around. I didn't want to go to school, and I sure didn't want to walk through the snow. I got back in my car, called my mom, and drove 30 minutes to meet her for lunch at a greasy Mexican restaurant. It was such a good day! Once this weather hits is about when the final stretch kicks in. I feel just the right amount of behind in some of my classes to be a normal student, just getting by by the skin of my teeth. It's just these last few weeks that doing so becomes very difficult. I can always get a good grade out of class if I just go. Assignments are done on time and in class work is completed. Outside studying? Woof. Such a hassle, not happening. I would like to think that before finals week I would dedicate a few nights a week to the library, but I'm not guaranteeing it. Assignments? Those will be done during the lectures. I mean I have a plan, it just needs to end. TWO MORE SEMESTERS, but then I'm graduated. And what do you do for fun once you're graduated? Oh stress.
Why do some adults do what they do to their children? I realize I have two N's on the end of my name but Erinn is pretty normal. Right? I like to come from a normal family, other than the fact that my parents allowed me to play little league football in the 5th grade.
Almost all baby name websites show that the top 10 names of each year are just the classics. Recently it has been popular to go with the old school names though from our grandparents' childhood. That's cute, and I liked it too until the kids that I nanny told me that they each have 2 Jacks, 4 Henrys and 3 Sophias in each of their classes. Now the only way I feel justified in using one of these names if it belongs to a family member.
Even though these classic names are at the top of the charts I know there has to be a list somewhere of the most weirdunique baby names. I just can't find a good one. Some examples though would be:
adding -son to the end of any given word, maybe those popular among the dads? and tagging it to your son's birth certificate.
Uteson
Nikeson
Espnson
Workson
Hudson
Hudson is the only real one, but more exist!
adding McK- to the beginning of your favorite word or -y to the end.
I would post my list of baby names but you know how private those are.
One week ago today was the worst experience I have had, IN MY LIFE. Also since then it has been the topic of conversation with any friends or acquaintances that I run in to. Probably because they saw the below picture online.
I was asleep by 11pm and I heard noises that woke me at 11:30 just outside my window. The window acts as my headboard. I kneeled up on my bed and separated the blinds halfway up to look out and see four people giggle and run away. I thought it was strange but I went back to bed. I few seconds later I though I should go check the front window, I really wanted to know who it was and what they were doing! I got out of bed, looked around and couldn't find anything at all. I got back in bed but a few minutes later I heard noises again. This time I was going to be sneaky. I kneeled on my bed but peeked through the blinds at the BOTTOM of the window so that maybe they wouldn't be able to see me. What was on the other side of the blinds on the window ledge?
A white rat.
I jumped off of my bed quicker than I knew to be possible and ran into the kitchen on my way to Tehya's room. Unfortunately I tripped over a kitchen chair and slammed my head into the glass paned cabinet and shattered it. Pain didn't stop me, I got up and kept running all the way to her room. All the roommates were upstairs now thinking that I had been victim of an attempted kidnapping or something. Thank goodness that wasn't the case, but the real issue was just about as scary. I made it into Tehya's room and stayed in there with my bleeding arm and swollen forehead for about a half an hour while Katherine and Amanda got that little pesky rodent off of my screen window. How did they capture it? Oh just in the cookie jar with an oven mitt. I think they both got thrown away though.
The boys had put the rat through a quarter sized hole in my screen and it climbed down onto the ledge. Although the rat was gone I still wasn't going to get in my bed. It never touched my sheets or anything but I couldn't do it. So I slept with Rachel. But first I went to Walgreens and bought some Clorox wipes to take care of the window sill. I still can't bring myself to touch the blinds though.
The End.
And then I lived happily after but completely on guard.
I have just started up another year in the Parks, Recreation & Tourism department at the U. Yes, some of my classmates are getting a degree to be trail guides and ski instructors. My emphasis is commercial recreation because I want to be an event planner. Well or use my minor and be a computer nerd. Anyway, last year, both semesters I had a blast, school was a breeze and assignments were the least of my worries. You never heard the word "test" even uttered within the walls of these rooms. Half the time I felt like I was on a field trip or at a summer camp. A $4,000 summer camp. (But look what Obama promises!!!
How exciting and misleading and unrealstic is that?)
Back to the PRT topic. I HAVE HARD CLASSES NOW GUYS!! I never thought the day would come but I'm doing big finance problems and studying huge amounts of legal terms AND WRITING PAPERS! It's quite the change, but I was ready to see what this college thing was all about. I'm just realizing it at my Senior year. Cool.
I've been nannying for the past little bit and the most demanding part of my job is driving the mini-van through the looping drop off at the private Catholic school. Seriously such an exhausting job. Anyway--what's up with carpool moms? I think they're a little different than soccer moms--maybe I should call them private school moms, but then again I think I remember a few of thee from back in the day at Burton Elementary. Not a private school.
Carpool Moms:
drive either a Land Cruiser, Land Rover/Ranger, Audi Q7, or a minivan
wear oversized sunglasses no matter the weather
feel comfortable in high heels at 8am
own more Lulu Lemon than anyone I've ever met
walk their children to the door instead of pulling through the drop off (necessary for the whole lot to see their outfit)
I'm sure they're nice. Just kind of rubbing me the wrong way--but then again it could because of the fact that I'm up so early. And I'm sorry but while searching images of this topic this was found. Check out the blog I grabbed it from below. How funny is this girl?
JR HIGH
Kaysville Junior High, the good years when I was one of few kids with a cell phone, I thought I was pretty cool, and my mom was nice enough to always drive my friends and I places if our Razor scooters couldn't make it. Jr High rocked. I even had a boyfriend who was A NINTH GRADER. Once I got to my sophomore year at Dear Old DHS though I realized that life was exponentially better with a car. Granted, when I got my permit at 15 my parents let me drive our car around the neighborhood to hang out with friends, but now having a real car meant for real roads with a real license!? How amazing.
*~aLl dReSsEd uP & nOwHeRe 2 go~*
Until my mom dropped us off at the high school football game.
Waiting for a ride outside Farmington Pool, TOTALLY AWESOME.
This is us, the typical Jr. High girls dropped off at the mall for a Friday night.
HIGH SCHOOL
How about the fact that there's.....nothing....more restricting than having the permissions to drive but being unable to. My 16th birthday was on a Saturday and the DMV was closed. So I had to wait until Monday to get my license. Oh, a government run office is closed on COLUMBUS DAY? Not surprised. I cried. I cried so hard that I think my mom was a little reluctant to even let me drive home using my permit. Tuesday rolled around and I finally got that little piece of paper that allowed me to drive. And I swear the heavens opened. Fergalicious blasted through those speakers on the daily as we drove to lunch.
I don't know if I'm more embarrassed by the kissy face or the Chanel earrings, either way, Amanda and I had some great times taking cool pics in the car. She liked her hair like that too.
COLLEGE
Nothing cool happened regarding a car or driving privileges when college started.
TODAY
Today is technically still college, but not the same as any of my past years at college. You know what is awful about this year? I SOLD MY CAR. Planning to buy a new one that day--things fell through, and it has now been nearly 1 month of being carless. I haven't cried like I did on Columbus Day '06, but seeing myself after a full day of running errands with my sweaty helmet on and riding my scooter has almost been enough to push me over the edge. NEW CAR PLEASE COME SOON!
Why is it that every boy looks attractive when he is in dress clothes? Is that not the truth? I'm at church on Sunday and I think I see a hottie until I see him later in the week and he's got on some baggy jeans with a pair of DC shoes. DC shoes are at the bottom tier of style along with KSwiss in my book.
What is business casual though? Let me tell you, that was a pressing question for a few days for me as I prepared for a convention I attended in Arizona this week. Is this business casual? Is this formal? Is saying the phrase "business casual" invigorating and make me feel grown up and important? Yeah so what. My dad always tells me that I'm 21 and I know everything there is to know, so I am grown up. Although he is usually being sarcastic I think, not positive.
Anyway, I saw a variety of BC (business casual) (hastagbusinesscasual) at the convention this weekend. I mean bless the hearts of some of the women who think that clubbing attire is acceptable of a person involved in professional field. I'm not calling my sorority convention a professional field. I'm talking about business attire. And if it works on State Street it doesn't work in the conference room. I am regretful to announce that I didn't capture any pics of these innocent women. Honestly I'm disappointed in myself. I was just too busy worrying about when I was going to get my next meal. And in bringing up "meals" let's discuss the matter of lunch on Day 2. Lettuce with an ice cream scoop of tuna, and four Ritz crackers.
Besides the fact that business casual is fun to say I might add that the convention was fun! I love what Alpha Phi stands for. It really is such a successful and enormous organization.
I'm at the airport right now doing my favorite pass-time--people watching. There is a lady on the floor playing with her dog and I swear if I get seated next to her on the airplane I am staying in SLC. I wish i liked animals more. No, I actually don't. It's fine. PETA stands for people eating tasty animals doesn't it? So anyway--things I've noticed about the airport:
Lots of access to charging ports, but for some reason the people sitting at the seats that I could charge my phone at are always the old women just reading a book. They probably don't even own a cell phone or any electronic device they're flying with for that matter.
Overpriced food. Seriously I almost just bout an apple for $3 before I remembered who I am and what I stand for.
The people who walk around wearing doctor masks. I know there probably are a lot of germs at the airport, and maybe they really are sick, but if that is just a precaution I'd say that's a bit dramatic.
You're told to get to the airport TWO hours in advance to your flight leaving. I got here at 10:00, and it's now 10:30, I'm sitting in a seat at my terminal waiting for over an hour until I can board. TSA has really picked up the pace here at SLC INT'L.
Why does everyone here look so exhausted?
I've been to an airport where there was no free Wi-Fi. They already made me pay $25 to check a bag and now THIS? I'll probably never go there again.
Lastly, the Delta terminal of SLC has Cafe Rio and crushed ice. Made my day.
I would have to say that the worst way of getting your point across is by trying to do so through indirect communication. If you have something to say why not just say it how it is? There are few cases where I'd say this varies:
Tweets
Stop tweeting at the world when you in fact have things to say to a specific person. None of us want to hear or guess who you're talking at when you say "I can't believe I listened to you," or "Can't get you off my mind." Like obviously you had a bad relationship. And how dumb would you feel if your ex saw that their existence obviously takes up most of your time. Stop tweeting about it. Write in a journal or talk to your mom.
Songs
Text message: "Hey you should listen to this song, I think you'll really like it"
The lyrics are indirectly saying exactly what this person wants to say to you, but they can't say it. I call this pulling a Taylor Swift.
The Grapevine
"My friend told me that her roommate heard you and your sister talking at Starbucks last week about her. Are you fighting?"
Friendly Notes :)
I suppose this way is actually quite direct and to the point. It's all done through notes though. This is awkward because then when you see each other in person you remember that you forgot how to talk to people's faces when you have a problem.
My friend had these on her Instagram, battles between her roommates. Hilare. Hopefully Hailey and Kaisha figured things out.
Not only is the title of this post a Good Charlotte song of junior high times, but it's also something that doesn't make sense to me. Life is so complicated for some people. They go to school so that they can work, to afford the lifestyle they always dreamt of. You graduate, get married and have kids. You're back at work so that you can afford someone to clean your big house, someone to maintain the magnificent yard, and even pay someone to take care of your own kiddos.
Where's the happiness in life if you don't have time to enjoy YOUR life? When work comes first there is no time for other things. Some kids spend more time with nannies than they do with parents. Some adults spend more time working to pay their mortgage than they do enjoying their house.
I hope I never fall in this trap. I think simplicity is the best. I'm not saying that I want to live in a trailer, but ya know. And lastly, I'm grateful for these workaholics, because I'm a nanny, and they pay dang good.
A few weeks ago I was backing out of my roommate's work in the 9th & 9th area. Teenagers were walking home from school, but I didn't notice. I had ran inside to borrow a key from her and then jumped in my car to get home. I looked over my shoulder and started down the long driveway. As I made it down the hill and leveled out on the sidewalk I felt a big thump. Did I pop a tire? Was that an animal? Why was a wannabe fashion blogger running towards me screaming "OH MY GOSH" with her hand over her mouth?
Oh. It's because I hit a PERSON. He was just strolling down the sidewalk, and I hit him! And knocked him over. Flat on the ground. I looked in my side mirror and saw his friend laughing at him as he was struggling to stand again. I glance over at the diva again and still, she's screaming, horrified. I'm horrified too but I mean he's walking--it's not like I ran him flat over or he flew through the windshield.
(MEANWHILE my roommate Amanda is inside her work and hears the screams, looks out the window and just sees feet poking out the side of my car. It must have been a bad angle. She comes outside)
I ask the Asian high school student if he is ok and he wouldn't accept any help from me. The little horrified missy is still screaming, but also doing one more thing with her free hand that isn't covering her mouth. She's typing my license plate into her white iPhone. I ask her to cut it out--nicely and with a smile of course--but really? I'm 21 and I'm a good person--I'm not just going to hit and run. I tell her I don't know if I should call the police or what but I have it and that she doesn't need to take my license plate. I asked her what she was going to do with and it and I think she said "I don't know" but her voice was muffled by her freshly manicured hands with shellac.
He gets up, and I give him my name and number on a sticky note. The funny thing about this pad of sticky notes is that I haven't used it since I wrote my information down to give to a lady in the last car accident I was in. (These are the only two incidents I promise).
Things turned out fine, the girl went shopping, the boy walked home, and I drove to Chick-Fil-A to calm my fast beating heart.
Tattoos have the the hot topic of conversations lately. I have no idea why, but this past week the idea of tattoos has basically been haunting me. Maybe I'm just hanging out with the wrong people. I don't really think that tattoos are a good idea, they are permanent, and most people get them when they are 18. Some tattoos are really cool--and they mean something to the owner, so I'm not intending to offend anyone. I'm just talking about those stupid tattoos. Like Tiger swinging a golf club on the ankle of my 8th grade gym teacher. She was a lesbian too. Disney characters should not be permanently stamped anywhere besides maybe on your day pass to the park. The other day I was dropping kids off at school and a mom bent over, out poked a rose with some old english writing from the left side of her chest, like it basically fell out, how embarrassing.
The main reason for not getting a tattoo, on the lower back in particular, is shown below.
My life goal is to invent something, preferably an app for a phone, so that I don't have to work hardly at all for the rest of my life. Inventing anything would be an awesome achievement though. There are just a few things that I am glad I'm not responsible for.
These new toilet paper dispensers
You may not have seen these yet, and you really don't need to. They're the most inconvenient and awkward step in the bathroom department. My cousin used to joke that her parents used to only let their kids use one square of toilet paper each time they went to the bathroom. I was 5 at the time and you know that bathroom talk, no matter what, was so funny. Try these new dispensers and you'll literally be getting one square at a time. It's so annoying and weird like a tissue box.
The all in one hand washing and drying stations
If you attend the U and have never tested these out you need to. Don't cuss me out though when you leave looking like you ran into a hose. It sprays everywhere, and sometimes the heater is too hot. Girls, they are in the West end of the Union building in the basement and boys, I don't know how to help you out on this one. I know they're for sure not on the main level by the Saltair room because I used that bathroom last week. There was a long line for the women's :/
Automated parking garage attendants
Today at City Creek I lost my parking stub. I had to get out of my car, ask the boy behind me if I could follow him out, back my car up, get in line behind him, and zoom out of there after he paid just PRAYING that the pole wasn't going to slam down on my Cute Recreational Vehicle---all of this because there was no real live attendant to talk to. First flaw of City Creek.
A great big thanks to whomever came up with these three things to deter me from heading down the same path with my invention (someday).
Some people, my mom in particular, tell me that I "put way too much out there". She is referring to the amounts of information I share online and just the fact that I tell just about anyone the most embarrassing things about myself because I just don't really care. Yesterday the kid across the street encouraged me to be a little more positive. What? I smile so much everyday I already have crows feet. I just say a lot of things that could be taken in a rude way I guess if you can't see the smile that I'm saying it with. So, my apologies.
I don't pour my thoughts and heart out onto the Internet though. Somewhat? Yes. Only the things that can be public. Those blogs that talk about certain personal matters are what are weird to me. I want to send my mom to those when she tells me this. Love you Mom. I have a journal for that stuff though. (It's like the cutest journal too guys). It's full of UVU and UofU experiences, scriptures and testimonies, a couple of different living situations--good and bad, my worries, tickets to places I've been, stories about a handful of boys, happenings with the different roommates I've had, and probably more but that's just too private and I've got to draw a line somewhere right (just kidding that's everything)?
Some of the things I see online or hear people talking about out loud in public could definitely be labeled as TMI, or just pointless. You tweet 50 times/day exactly what you're doing? Blog about your everyday activities? Tell the girl next to you in class about what you're boyfriend does? It's weird. And I'm not name calling, I'm saying with a smile like this
I am a 21 year old girl working two jobs and attending college, and the grill fell off my car a few weeks ago. HA! That made my life sound pretty hard. I'm grateful for my life and the ease/challenges of it. Even though I'm not graduating any time soon I have been thinking about those who ARE graduating soon and WILL be 100% adults in the real world. As a girl, if I'm not graduating as a school teacher or a nurse I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Kidding. That's too generic. I don't know if what I will be doing when I graduate will be making a substantial amount of money or not. I'll work hard enough to survive and maybe I won't be eating at Chick-Fil-A anymore if I can't afford that. But I'll be happy with my work, and that's what's important to me.
Some people might say that I'm a little bit sexist or stereotypical (I hope I'm using the right words) for saying that I don't plan on being the breadwinner for my family, but I want to be a mom instead. And I should be. I'll probably have about 9 kids and they'll be adorably dressed in clothes that you can BET will have be purchased for a good deal. My degree will allow me to make money as needed and hopefully work a desired amount of hours. AND I'LL BE HAPPY. But boys? I feel so sorry for them! As soon as they graduate high school they go to college. By their early 20s they are working on a degree that they most likely chose to pursue before they were even an adult. Men plan on providing for their families, but how do they know they'll be happy with their work for the next 40 years? They don't. It would be scary to be a boy, to dive into a job or career and consider sticking with it for the rest of your life, and crossing your fingers that it would make you happy, and it could support your family. I would rather have a happy and healthy family than have a lot of money but uptight relationships. Family is important, and it will all work out.
I'm grateful to be a girl, sorry boys, I hope it all works out, but if not--you could dress up and charge for pictures like this guy.
I have been to Disneyland three times in my life and up until yesterday I thought that was two too many. It's full of lines, kids on leashes, horse crap, honeymooners and overpriced ice-cream. I'm in California for ~**SpRiNg BrEaK 2012**~ right now and my friends forced me to go to Disneyland.
I dare you to challenge me in "your team/my team".
(Am I a bad person?)
$130 later I'm convinced Disneyland is a pretty happy place, probably not the happiest on earth though--because my feet hurt and I never got to eat a corn dog. My future husband can rest assured that I will not be requesting Disneyland for our honeymoon. I got a kick out of the "just married" ears. Disneyland once every 5 years or so is enough for me!
Everyone has their own sense of humor, their own outlook on life I suppose. I always find myself really clicking with those type of people who seem to be a little funnier than your average joe. I prefer the humor that takes some deep thought to understand sometimes. Simplicity is childish, not that funny. There are honestly some people my age that still laugh at Disney channel shows or cry while they read Nicholas Sparks. I'm getting off on a tangent. I don't care about Disney channel OR Nicholas Sparks books, what I'm meaning to talk about is that certain sense of....not humor....sense of judgement. The only way I can describe this is with...
The look.
You've all had those few people that "just get it". My friend describes it by saying, "we're just better." I won't go as far as saying we're necessarily better than others. Because I'm not. But I definitely do understand the look. I hope you know what I'm talking about now. I'm really trying here! You overhear someone say something ridiculous and your friend makes eye contact with you. You see someone out in public that might be a little kookoo, the person you're with gives you the look because he/she "just gets it". Understand?
The look is a little creepy sometimes. I mean if you don't understand what a recent acquaintance is starring at you with a smirk for you obviously didn't catch the joke floating around. The great thing is that once you know that somebody "just gets it" because they acknowledge the look, that you'll be great friends.
Original photos of past scenarios when the look would have been necessary:
I'd give anyone a shot who has a collection of pictures like these few of mine.
