The Adventures of Supergirl

As if I didn't have enough series that I haven't written about in awhile let's add another shall we?

A few months ago, I purchased the best shirt ever. This shirt is epic for numerous reasons: it fits me perfectly, it's black and red which both look stunning on me, I had to get it a size SMALLER than usual, it sparkles, it's extremely comfortable, the list goes on and on. However, my favorite part is this: It's a Superman Shirt.

That's right, a Superman shirt. The best thing is, every time I wear it something happens. By "something" I mean an entertaining conversation of some kind. This is my documentation of those encounters, let's begin!

Adventures of Supergirl 1

A few weeks ago I went on a short road trip to Duke University to visit one of my dearest (and obviously intelligent) friends. I decided to dress comfortably since I was going to be driving for awhile and, just having gotten a speeding ticket the week before, I would be adding a lot of time to my travel.

I stopped at my usual place, a Mickey D's/ convenience store. I had gotten my tea and was browsing through the candy. While lost in thought over how one of the many downsides to being a sugar addict was the inability to choose candy quickly, a guy about my age bumped into me. Being a gentleman with an apparent sense of humor he responded with, "Oh sorry there Supergirl!"

I looked up to tell him it was fine, but to be more careful next time as bumping into superheros can be potentially dangerous, and at this point he actually saw what I looked like (before my hair had been blocking my face). I was temporarily speechless as I am whenever I make eye contact with a guy, at which point he said,

"Oh, I'm sorry you're definitely a Lois Lane."

What followed was a slightly awkward conversation as I'm a slightly awkward person by nature, but we both realized we shared a love of DC comics. A few minutes later we parted ways, he towards VA and I to NC, but not before he wished me a safe flight.

U2 can be an Awesome Guy

If you've been following my facebook, you'll know this past weekend I went to Nashville, TN for a BALLIN' concert. Florence and the Machine and U2. Epic? Yes. However the description of the awesomeness that ensued is for another post. I'm going to talk about the awesome people around us. Let's continue.

We were mainly there for Flo (sorry Marc and Amy), but I was still excited about U2. We got REALLY close to the front, I could almost touch Bono (AWESOME). Before the show, we got to know the people around us - considering there was no personal space...at all. The main character in this story is referred to as "Awesome blue guy" or "Awesome Guy". He was a REALLY tall guy around his mid 50's/early 60's, wearing a bright blue shirt. Oh right, he was also Welsh and had a kickin accent.

Before the show he was telling us how excited he was to see Bono...again. "I'm gonna be like 'HEY BONO!' like I'm his best friend!" in his awesome Welsh accent. Later, he was talking about dancing to a college guy beside us, "Man, don't make me break out the shopping cart!" The accent made it 10x better.

The temperature outside, where the concert was, was around 95. Not even kidding. It was SCORCHING. We smartly stayed hydrated. However, a 13 year old kid beside us obviously did not. He started stumbling around and in 3 seconds turned white. No lie, WHITE. The kid's dad, was a jerk. "You're fine! Shake it off." Even I knew the kid was going DOWN. So Awesome Guy puts his arm around the kid and goes "Fine, I'll get him out of here." The idiot dad is saying "He's fine, he doesn't need to go anywhere." Then the kid's knees went out.

Imagine 4 girls, us and the awesome chick beside us, moving a crowd of 300. We did it. Awesome guy puts his arm around the kid to help him walk, they got halfway out and the kid collapsed. Then, Awesome literally picked up the kid and carried him to the EMTs.

Where was the dad this whole time? Following behind like an idiot, I would have loved to smack him.

What does this story teach us? Good people still exist. Awesome guy was obviously insanely excited and had an awesome place to see the stage. However, he didn't hesitate to give it up and completely miss the concert to take care of a kid who's parental unit was not doing what they should have been.

To all the Awesome Guys out there, I thank you.

The Invasion of 2011

A true story:

The storm raged outside, the young woman sat inside with her trusty pup by her side. The lights flickered, a crack of lightening, she checked outside to see a tree split. In the distance a fire truck sped to it's destination, but she remained inside safe from harm oblivious to the intruder outside.

There he sat, wet in the rain underneath the bushes as lightening sounded around him. Through the flashes of light he saw the woman in the window, unaware of her impending doom. She'd never find him, so he thought, he knew where to enter the house without her detection. He slowly made his way across the patio and went inside.

She eased as the storm wound down, and made her way upstairs.

He had made his way inside and was ahead of her, already waiting in the kitchen. He heard the door squeak, he sat there silently, there was no way out now.

She opened the door, the dog barked, she screamed a blood-curdling wail and jumped on the sofa with the dog.

There on the floor....was the intruder.

In brightest day, in blackest night, I shall not escape a geek's sight

If you get the reference the title makes, I totally know why you continue to read my blog. If you don't, google "Green Lantern Mantra".

Now, back to business.

This past week I went to the beach with my family. It was so lovely and relaxing. Also full of compliments from guys...by "full of" I mean two. Which is two more that I've had in the past month. But who's keeping count?

Anyway, one of the most interesting encounters I had happened at a 70s, 80s, and 90s store.

I was looking for a Green Lantern Tee shirt, preferably vintage looking. This store had the BEST tee shirts, however I ended up not getting any as you will soon see why.

I did find a GL tee, but as they were men's sizes I needed a size or two down from what I normally wear. Since those sizes weren't out, I did a gutsy thing and *gasp* went to the front to ask if they had some in the back!

Allow to me describe the two gentlemen working:

#1- CUTE CUTE CUTE! Nerdy, glasses, and a shirt that said "If there was a problem, yo I'll solve it" with a calculator on it. I hope to one day meet him again...at an altar

#2- What you would expect to work in a 70s, 80s, and 90s store. I think he still lived with his mom...

So I went to the front and ,of course, went to cute guy (c'mon it's me, what'd you expect?). I asked if he had the shirt in a smaller size and he responded, "What size does he normally wear?"

I then gracefully and not spastically at all (yeah right) said that I was single and the shirt was for me. He smiled a dazzling smile and said "Oh that's cool!"

Que me melting...

Thenn there was guy #2.

As I was in the process of fawning over guy #1, guy #2 says in a whisper- but loud enough for me to hear - "That's hot."

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

I said..."Thank...you?"

He said, "Oh you heard that?"

Guy #1: "Uhm...sorry about him."

Most awkward moment of my life.

Let's hope guy #1 likes cute, nerdy, awkward girls!

Yes, I did fall off the face of the Earth...

If by "earth" you mean "facebook."

Friends, fans, fellow plane passengers, I have deactivated my facebook account. I'll be back at some point don't worry about it. However, even though I know I graduated high school some others apparently haven't realized that and proceed to act like immature 15 year olds. I'm sick of seeing it everyday so instead I just deactivated my page.

This has been awesome for me amazingly, I've become a LOT more productive. I just wanted to give y'all the heads up because everyone seems concerned they can't find me. So, no I did not defriend or block you - just taking a break from cyber networking.

Blog posts will still be up! Stay tuned for "Summer conference 2011!"

Tiff goes to the Psychiatrist

Allow me to give you some background on this blog before I begin:

A friend of mine (who shall remain anonymous) recently went to a psychiatrist to get checked out. She talked to me about it, and after us both laughing about it she wanted me to write a blog about if I were the one going instead.

This is that blog.

I have decided after much thought that I should probably never go to a psychiatrist, there's wayyyy too much room to mess with them. Follow me here:

Step 1 - I'd have to call to make an appointment. I would imagine it would go something like this:

Secretary: Psychiatrist Office

Moi: Yes, I'd like to make an appointment for myselves.

Secretary: Okayyy, and how many of you are there?

Me: Four and a half, Nadine is preg-o.

Step 2 - Meeting the Psychiatrist

Doc: Hi I'm the doctor

Me: *snarl* *crow like a rooster* *eye suspiciously* "Glitter the Unicorn doesn 't trust you."

Step 3- Being Interviewed by Psychiatrist

Doc: Do you have any hallucinations, or hear voices others don't?

Me: I'm sorry what was the question? That talking monkey next to you is very distracting.

Of course after this whole ordeal, I would be committed to the institution. I estimate I'd last about a week, if that, before they threw me out.

Day 1:

Nurse: Hi Miss Allen, it's time for you medicine. *pulls out shot*

Me: Leaping cupcakes Batman!! Is that a shot or a feaking DART?!

Nurse: You will feel a slight pinch.

Me: Who are you again, and why are you pinching me with a dart?

Later I would get to interact with other patients...

Day 2:

Patient #1: Elloha oviela! Ia peaksa onlya igpa atinla.

Me: ....wanna play chess?

*10 minutes later*

Patient #1: HECKMATECA!!!

Me: Dang...

Me: Hi, I'm Tiffany

Patient #2: I read minds

Me: That's cool, me too, but I need cards for that.

Patient #2: Show me

*insert card trick*

Fast forward to an under-the-table gambling ring in the supply closet.

Unknowing nurse enters: What the heck?! Give me those! Get back to your rooms!

Day 3:

Cards taken away my sanity slips futher. I end up making my own deck out of paper towels and sharpies. They are taken away again.

Day 4:

Attempt using coin tricks, which leads me to becoming a bookie. My ring of comrades and i start placing bets on what the orderlies will do if we irritate them.

Day 5:

Day 4's plans were a stupid idea, I'm caught...again and put in confinement.

Day 6:

They attempt to give me another shot, with a bigger needle. When I react by screaming and attempting to force my way out of the room they put me in a straight jacket.

Day 7:

Nurse #1 : Miss Allen time for- uh...

Nurse #2: Where'd she go?

Nurse #1: And how the HECK did she get out of that straight jacket?!

Guess I should have told them about my magical powers too.

Tiff's Estival List

Well y'all, summer is quickly approaching! I'm crazy excited for the annual Summer Conference I go to with my awesome Bible Study, RUF. However, over the past month or so I've come up with some things I want to accomplish this summer.

Here's that list:

1. Make an A in all 4 Summer Classes

2. Go on a 2-day White Water Rafting/Camping Trip

3. Go Boating and water skiing

4. Film and edit Magic Competition Video (possibly Pirate Themed)

5. Read all three Lord of the Rings Books

6. ...and watch the movies

7. Memorize 3 piano pieces, at least one will be classical

UPDATE: I've decided to add "Learn to Juggle" to the list! My goal is to be able to walk out of Kroger juggling 3 oranges by the end of the Summer

Why am I telling you this? To keep me accountable of course! After I accomplish each I will cross it off this list and post a blog about my adventures in achieving it. Believe me I will make each one an adventure.

Till then, my friends with an insane amount of exams, and the ones graduating soon: KEEP YOUR SANITY, YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!!!