Why I have a blog...

There are two goals in mind for this blog:
1.In the style of Allie Brosh (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com), I'm hoping that I can simply become famous before I graduate so I never have to decide on a real career.
2. Let's prove the "Six Degrees of Separation" theory right! If you like what I write, tell a friend, and have them tell a friend, until all the friends everywhere have been notified.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I'm sorry Jesus!!!!

It occurred to me today that I have *never* missed posting in an August since I began this blog. Even though I only had one post in 2013 and only this one so far in 2014, I have always managed to write at least one post during the month of August. That being said, I would like to share a story from my days at the hotel (which ended a year and a half ago):

So, the holidays are really slow at my hotel. We mostly cater to a business crowd so they're all having terrific vacations with their families unlike those of us in the service industry.

Anyway, since it's slow, the computer has to entertain me for hours. Otherwise all there is for me to do is polish silverware and stemware and whatever-other-kinds-of-ware.

Feeling nostalgic, I began looking up some friends I haven't spoken to for a while on Facebook. See- this is what Facebook was created for. Keeping up with people who now live long distances from you.

That being said, I looked up this guy that I knew in high school. Junior year to be exact. That I definitely had a crush on.

Unfortunately, this guy was also studying to be a Catholic priest and was five years older than me.

Basically, I just bitched and moaned about how nothing would ever happen while my friends were all thinking that I'm an idiot. They were so, so right. Looking back, I probably would have shot me if I were them.

The last time I ever spoke to this guy, I was at Taco Bell. Long story short, I poked him with a straw. That was it. I just poked him with a straw and there was nothing more. I was feeling all elated that he chose to sit next to me after I sat away from him.

Apparently I should not have done that.

I later found out that he had decided to take a break from seminary, he had joined right after high school and wanted to make sure it was the right path for him.

It became a running joke that it was my fault he "turned from God." I admit, I always felt kind of bad because what if they were right?! (And if they were, dude! I was only a year away from being legal! Come on!)

Okay, now to the point of this post. I practically need to go to confession if it is "my fault" that he left the seminary.

...Because he now works at a bar, watches Family Guy, Death Note, FullMetal Alchemist, Battlestar Galactica, and Stargate SG-1.

He also listens to Lady Gaga.

Dear God: I apologize.