So, I had legitimately meant to update this more often.
At any rate, I don't really have anything too interesting to say for today. I'll recount a lame story, a story from my past. A history. :)
So, here's the lame story.
So, this summer I was up at BYU studying "retake your failed classes". I have since changed my major after a re-evaluation and career path change. One of the classes necessary for that major, though, was DANCE 180, or beginning social dance. It was a great class, and I really enjoyed it. In this class were many nubile young women, but, due to a certain vow of abstinence which I had taken previously that semester (and yes, this is a reference to another story... but not a story for today), I didn't even try anything with any of them. However, there was one in particular that had caught my eye. I'll call her Girlie.
One point that is necessary to this story is the fact that right now, as I type, I am nursing a wound. It is a painful wound. It is a shameful wound. It is called a zit. They are gross. I still don't really understand the point of them, besides God's way of teaching us humility.
Anyways, so I found myself this Sunday sitting there at a church activity. It was a nice activity overall. Afterwards, there was a plethora of cookies, and before long, the consumption of cookies and socializing of strangers commenced. Those two things tend to be a great 1-2 punch, you know?
Well, who should I notice but Girlie! Now that my self-imposed ban on females is ended, I opted to speak with her. I prided myself silently on my Herculean courage.
So, cookie in hand and zit on lip, I began to speak with my lost friend. It was a nice conversation, then, to be polite, she pointed out the fact that I had chocolate on my lip. Hmm... that seemed curious, as I was eating a snicker-doodle, but I couldn't make a fool of myself in front of Girlie! I wiped my lip, then said, "actually, that's just a scab." So, I failed that one. Oh well.
So, I talked to her for a bit, then left. I looked at my friend Allan, and told him that I should have gotten her number. "there she is, dude" was his encouraging response. So, like the brave man that I am, I went and ate another cookie. It tasted like failure. We got ready to go (about 5 of us came in the same car), then everyone kept telling me to go talk to her.
Well, being a man, I'm not gonna take that! So, I go talk to her. Sadly, I saw her talking to some other guy. DANGIT! SHE MUST BE ENGAGED ALREADY! That HAS to be her fiance, I just KNOW it! Just as I'm about to give up entirely and admit defeat, I see her walk away! What joy! She must have dumped him!
I decide to move in quickly, before she gets engaged again. I go, and say something really suave, like, "You should give me your number so that way I can ask you to come to an... activity... with... me... or something." My manly ways impressed her so much, she not only gave me her phone number, she even gave me her CORRECT phone number! I was pretty pleased.
As I got home, I realized that she didn't have my number, so I sent her a text: "I am Trevor Perkins. I AM MAN!!!"
10/2/11
9/5/11
Wow, there's like actually a lot of fun stories that I kind of want to tell. I think I'll talk about my day yesterday, which of necessity will include talking a little bit about Monday and Friday.
So, first, Monday. It was the first day of school, which is actually going pretty well. So between two of my classes, I decided to go sell some of my blood for money since I have an excess of blood, but a scarcity of money. (I've hopefully gotten a job now, but that really kinda remains to be seen.) Anyways, so I go to sell my blood (plasma, really, but that doesn't sound nearly as manly). They prick my finger, ask me whether I have aids and if I've ever slept or shared drugs with a monkey, you know, the usual stuff. Then I'm sitting on the table waiting for the guy to stick me. I usually look away when they stick me. I don't really mind needles at all, but I DID have an experience a couple of years ago where I watched the doctor give me a tuberculosis test, then draw 2 test tubes of blood, then a tetanus-diphtheria shot, then a hepatitis shot, and on and on, and then I got really pale and the doctor thought I was going to faint. Long story short, I look away when they put the needle in my body, but don't worry, I am still a man. I have no fears, especially of needles.
So I'm looking away, and he pricks me. Suddenly, I hear the words: "Uh-oh." Those are never good words to hear in a doctor's office, especially when he's holding a needle and you just felt him stick it into your arm. Well, in this case it wasn't good news. I was bleeding all over the frikin place! It was hilarious! He was totally freaking out, and I was like, "Dude, you missed! I was wide open and you missed! what's the matter with you? shoo, you're getting a bad grade today. This'll bump you down from an "A" to a "C" at least."
Next, he tells me, "this is good! It means you've got some good blood flow, so as soon as I get this connected, you'll be out of here in no time!" So he connects the tubes and pulls out the stoppers. The blood shot into the tubes, then suddenly stopped flowing completely. he looked at it funny, then told me to start squeezing. As soon as I did, the blood started shooting out of my arm again. At this point, it was all over my arm, seeping down to my wrist, covering the face of my watch, dripping onto the floor, brushing on my shorts, and generally making a mess of anything and everything. he tried cleaning it off the arm rest, but at this point there was such a puddle of blood that as soon as I put my arm back down, the arm rest was covered with it again. He said quickly, "Stop squeezing!" He didn't need to tell me twice.
At this point, he called a co-worker over and asked him what to do. The co-worker just took the needle and pushed it in farther in an attempt to allow it to pull out the blood more easily. It worked perfectly, but now I was covered in blood with a needle shoved about 1/2 an inch into my arm. The whole ordeal entertained me greatly, but I think it freaked him out. He ended up typing my weight in incorrectly. Where I was supposed to give 825 mL of plasma, I ended up donating 855 mL. The whole ordeal was entirely a comedy of errors.
the week went well. Then came Friday. I was SUPPOSED to go on a date on Friday, but the person I was to double with... well, it didn't work out. (Who knew the girl was already in a relationship, right?) I had an interesting night. Getting home late from a job interview, I came to see one of my friends lying on the couch. He had fallen off a tree about 20 or 30 feet up and cracked 2 vertebrae. Anyways, so we ended up watching a movie, which was fun, after which I started working on homework and stuff. I got stuck in a rut, and didn't feel overly tired, and before long, the sun was up again. I made a simple breakfast, then went to sell more plasma. This time, it went without much of a hitch, which was good. I needed the money anyways... I had a date that night, and since my debit card is expired and I haven't gotten the new one, I would have to pay for the date with blood money. My arm hurt like crazy, though. It was actually still sore from Monday, which honestly kind of surprised me.
After that, I spent the whole day helping people. I felt like a regular boy scout. First, I went and gave Heather's car a tow. Next, I went with one of my best friends, Hyrum Smith Shumway III, to go buy some furniture. Next, I was supposed to help tow Heather again, but Hyrum took WAY too long, and they found someone else (which made me feel guilty). Anyways, at this point, I was starting to question the intelligence of driving a truck at a college where very few people drive trucks. Don't get me wrong, I like helping people, but I was definitely using quite a bit of gas for all of these adventures.
Finally, my roommate Ethan and I cleaned out the kitchen. EVERYTHING was organized. Man, it took like 4 hours. I even mopped the floor twice. We went through every cupboard, every drawer, and we decided that everything would either be kept and organized or sent to DI. But, the kitchen is CLEAN!!! YAY!!!!
well, I got so caught up in the cleaning, that I looked down at my watch, and I was like, "OH CRAP! MY DATE IS IN LIKE 20 MINUTES!!!" It was a horrendous feeling. I was late. I didn't look at my watch, so I have no idea how late I was. I didn't want to know. But, at any rate, it was a way fun date. we went to Chuck E. Cheese. I enjoyed myself. I think she did. I can never really tell, you know?
So, after that, I sent to a campfire in the woods. It was WAY fun, and I tried a new treat that was amazingly delicious.... ready to hear what it is?.... I don't think you're really ready yet.... ok, now you're ready. Gummy bears roasted on a stick over the fire. They were melty and delicious! I took it a step further and melted them onto a roasted marshmallow, and overall, I was pleased with the resulting flavor. It was a lot of fun, and a BUSY, TIRING day. I slept well that night, I can assure you.
Fun fact: now I have a big bruise on my left arm where I was donating blood.
Ooh, I just did something fun since I started writing this. Last night, after hanging out till 12 with some friends, I was heading home, and I saw this guy who was all, "hey, y'all wanna come hike the Y?" I was like, sure, why not? well, turns out that while I thought he meant hike up to the Y, what he really meant was to hike up to the top of the mountain completely. That ended up being a nice surprise! It was SO beautiful at the top, looking down over all the streetlights and the temple and all of the wonderful beauty of the night sky overlooking the mountainsides. I really enjoyed the whole ordeal. The best part was when I got to the very top, I suddenly thought of my blog, so I shouted, at the top of my lungs, "I AM TREVOR PERKINS!!! I AM MAN!!!!!!!!!!"
Yeah. Good weekend. isn't life beautiful?
So, first, Monday. It was the first day of school, which is actually going pretty well. So between two of my classes, I decided to go sell some of my blood for money since I have an excess of blood, but a scarcity of money. (I've hopefully gotten a job now, but that really kinda remains to be seen.) Anyways, so I go to sell my blood (plasma, really, but that doesn't sound nearly as manly). They prick my finger, ask me whether I have aids and if I've ever slept or shared drugs with a monkey, you know, the usual stuff. Then I'm sitting on the table waiting for the guy to stick me. I usually look away when they stick me. I don't really mind needles at all, but I DID have an experience a couple of years ago where I watched the doctor give me a tuberculosis test, then draw 2 test tubes of blood, then a tetanus-diphtheria shot, then a hepatitis shot, and on and on, and then I got really pale and the doctor thought I was going to faint. Long story short, I look away when they put the needle in my body, but don't worry, I am still a man. I have no fears, especially of needles.
So I'm looking away, and he pricks me. Suddenly, I hear the words: "Uh-oh." Those are never good words to hear in a doctor's office, especially when he's holding a needle and you just felt him stick it into your arm. Well, in this case it wasn't good news. I was bleeding all over the frikin place! It was hilarious! He was totally freaking out, and I was like, "Dude, you missed! I was wide open and you missed! what's the matter with you? shoo, you're getting a bad grade today. This'll bump you down from an "A" to a "C" at least."
Next, he tells me, "this is good! It means you've got some good blood flow, so as soon as I get this connected, you'll be out of here in no time!" So he connects the tubes and pulls out the stoppers. The blood shot into the tubes, then suddenly stopped flowing completely. he looked at it funny, then told me to start squeezing. As soon as I did, the blood started shooting out of my arm again. At this point, it was all over my arm, seeping down to my wrist, covering the face of my watch, dripping onto the floor, brushing on my shorts, and generally making a mess of anything and everything. he tried cleaning it off the arm rest, but at this point there was such a puddle of blood that as soon as I put my arm back down, the arm rest was covered with it again. He said quickly, "Stop squeezing!" He didn't need to tell me twice.
At this point, he called a co-worker over and asked him what to do. The co-worker just took the needle and pushed it in farther in an attempt to allow it to pull out the blood more easily. It worked perfectly, but now I was covered in blood with a needle shoved about 1/2 an inch into my arm. The whole ordeal entertained me greatly, but I think it freaked him out. He ended up typing my weight in incorrectly. Where I was supposed to give 825 mL of plasma, I ended up donating 855 mL. The whole ordeal was entirely a comedy of errors.
the week went well. Then came Friday. I was SUPPOSED to go on a date on Friday, but the person I was to double with... well, it didn't work out. (Who knew the girl was already in a relationship, right?) I had an interesting night. Getting home late from a job interview, I came to see one of my friends lying on the couch. He had fallen off a tree about 20 or 30 feet up and cracked 2 vertebrae. Anyways, so we ended up watching a movie, which was fun, after which I started working on homework and stuff. I got stuck in a rut, and didn't feel overly tired, and before long, the sun was up again. I made a simple breakfast, then went to sell more plasma. This time, it went without much of a hitch, which was good. I needed the money anyways... I had a date that night, and since my debit card is expired and I haven't gotten the new one, I would have to pay for the date with blood money. My arm hurt like crazy, though. It was actually still sore from Monday, which honestly kind of surprised me.
After that, I spent the whole day helping people. I felt like a regular boy scout. First, I went and gave Heather's car a tow. Next, I went with one of my best friends, Hyrum Smith Shumway III, to go buy some furniture. Next, I was supposed to help tow Heather again, but Hyrum took WAY too long, and they found someone else (which made me feel guilty). Anyways, at this point, I was starting to question the intelligence of driving a truck at a college where very few people drive trucks. Don't get me wrong, I like helping people, but I was definitely using quite a bit of gas for all of these adventures.
Finally, my roommate Ethan and I cleaned out the kitchen. EVERYTHING was organized. Man, it took like 4 hours. I even mopped the floor twice. We went through every cupboard, every drawer, and we decided that everything would either be kept and organized or sent to DI. But, the kitchen is CLEAN!!! YAY!!!!
well, I got so caught up in the cleaning, that I looked down at my watch, and I was like, "OH CRAP! MY DATE IS IN LIKE 20 MINUTES!!!" It was a horrendous feeling. I was late. I didn't look at my watch, so I have no idea how late I was. I didn't want to know. But, at any rate, it was a way fun date. we went to Chuck E. Cheese. I enjoyed myself. I think she did. I can never really tell, you know?
So, after that, I sent to a campfire in the woods. It was WAY fun, and I tried a new treat that was amazingly delicious.... ready to hear what it is?.... I don't think you're really ready yet.... ok, now you're ready. Gummy bears roasted on a stick over the fire. They were melty and delicious! I took it a step further and melted them onto a roasted marshmallow, and overall, I was pleased with the resulting flavor. It was a lot of fun, and a BUSY, TIRING day. I slept well that night, I can assure you.
Fun fact: now I have a big bruise on my left arm where I was donating blood.
Ooh, I just did something fun since I started writing this. Last night, after hanging out till 12 with some friends, I was heading home, and I saw this guy who was all, "hey, y'all wanna come hike the Y?" I was like, sure, why not? well, turns out that while I thought he meant hike up to the Y, what he really meant was to hike up to the top of the mountain completely. That ended up being a nice surprise! It was SO beautiful at the top, looking down over all the streetlights and the temple and all of the wonderful beauty of the night sky overlooking the mountainsides. I really enjoyed the whole ordeal. The best part was when I got to the very top, I suddenly thought of my blog, so I shouted, at the top of my lungs, "I AM TREVOR PERKINS!!! I AM MAN!!!!!!!!!!"
Yeah. Good weekend. isn't life beautiful?
8/30/11
So, I started this blog today...
For anyone who doesn't know my sister Heather over at Life of a Pesseri, she's pretty much awesome. Well, all of my sisters are awesome, but currently I have reason to focus on Heather specifically. This is because she has a blog. Not just any blog, but an awesome blog. In fact, she has nearly 200 followers already. Well, Heather writes about anything and everything that is important to her. It is an excellent way to relieve stress that she uses from time to time. Mainly she writes about fashion and bargains and stuff, but she often just tells random, fun stories of her life. It got me to thinking: I too have stress to be rid of. I too have stories to share. I too have a life from which I may draw stories. I may not have desires to post about fashion finds (I am a man, after all), but other than that, I could totally start a blog!
Thus "I am man" was born. I'm not entirely sure where I want to go with this blog just yet, but I'm pretty sure that wherever I go with it, it will be awesome. Right now, I'm planning on writing life stories. I love telling stories, and if it's a story about me, it makes it that much better. Until further notice, all stories are from my life and are real real life stories. Most will likely be humorous, but I'll occasionally throw in a serious one or two here and there. I will include pictures wherever possible. I'll try to stick with current stories, but in the event that I have nothing exciting to tell, I'll be like to tell stories from my past. I'll keep them clean, but I can't promise that some of the stories won't include crude humor or content.
I want to take a moment to point out that one of the things I love the most ever is finding humor and joy in everyday situations. I hope that my stories and my blog as a whole will reflect this generally optimistic view about life that I have. I have done very little in my life that is super-amazing or grandiose, but for the most part have lived a relatively normal life. Well, normal for a Texan Mormon boy who has 5 a-frikin-mazing sisters. But I believe that even day to day living can be celebrated, and all human existence deserves documentation. That is my goal with this blog: to show the beauty of life through the simple recitation of my own experiences.
Well, that's about all that I have for today. I'm excited to start this process of documenting myself for the whole world to see!
I am Trevor Perkins! I am MAN!
Thus "I am man" was born. I'm not entirely sure where I want to go with this blog just yet, but I'm pretty sure that wherever I go with it, it will be awesome. Right now, I'm planning on writing life stories. I love telling stories, and if it's a story about me, it makes it that much better. Until further notice, all stories are from my life and are real real life stories. Most will likely be humorous, but I'll occasionally throw in a serious one or two here and there. I will include pictures wherever possible. I'll try to stick with current stories, but in the event that I have nothing exciting to tell, I'll be like to tell stories from my past. I'll keep them clean, but I can't promise that some of the stories won't include crude humor or content.
I want to take a moment to point out that one of the things I love the most ever is finding humor and joy in everyday situations. I hope that my stories and my blog as a whole will reflect this generally optimistic view about life that I have. I have done very little in my life that is super-amazing or grandiose, but for the most part have lived a relatively normal life. Well, normal for a Texan Mormon boy who has 5 a-frikin-mazing sisters. But I believe that even day to day living can be celebrated, and all human existence deserves documentation. That is my goal with this blog: to show the beauty of life through the simple recitation of my own experiences.
Well, that's about all that I have for today. I'm excited to start this process of documenting myself for the whole world to see!
I am Trevor Perkins! I am MAN!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)