Guys, In Case You Were Wondering, This Is NOT How You Get A Girl To Like You. PART ONE

Ok, this IS a REAL email my friend recieved over a year ago that I just now found out about... And it is a gold mine of DO NOT'S for guys.  First off, the names have been changed. Secondly here is a bit of background that led up to this email and another one that I will deconstruct another day...

 So my friend, let's call her Becca, was in a bio lab, and she's a cute little petite thing, and is mildly hipsterish in dress, but she doesn't do it on purpose, it's just always been her style. Anyhow, She's a good christian girl, and an only child, who was also home-schooled. (read here that she is sweet and innocent, and a bit oblivious to opposite gender cues... To be entirely fair, I was not home-schooled and Bruce had to flat out tell me he liked me.)  Anyhow one day this guy comes up to her and is like, "Can I have a word with you?" Which honestly makes it sound like she's in trouble... anyhow they chatted about the class for a bit and then he started pushing her to hang out one on one and get food or study or something and she invited him to lunch with her friends and he declines saying that would be awkward. So the next week after lab he approaches her again... And tries to persuade her to hang out with him one on one, she declines again. Then the next week he approaches her and asks if she had thought about his offer. She tells him no, and he walks away and doesn't bother her for the rest of the semester. Then a few weeks into the next semester she gets this little gem.


Hey becca, you might remember me, I'm jim, and i was in your bio lab last semester. You might think I'm creepy, and i assure you i am not. Thanks for the heads up Jim-bo BUT i did end up finding ur email, so sorry for looking like a creep. "Once again I feel a need to reiterate I am not exhibiting creepy behavior, because I say so, even though I clearly realize my behavior is creepy because I keep trying to convince you otherwise." If you think I'm weird, then you can simply not respond to this email, and no hard feelings, ill be ok. Good to know... I'm not responding.
Well, ill just be completely honest.. 
I haven't had a girlfriend since i last said bye to her at the end of last school year. Wait, you've had a girlfriend? I am still in love with her ;( she was almost perfect until her friends brainwashed her. Yeah... sure they did. So when you told me that you would only date a guy in your circle of close friends, I found it somewhat coincidental. What? How? But the worst part is, she just recently told me that she can't talk to me anymore, and she's about to date one of her good friends. Well, While I'm sorry to hear that you are heartbroken, why are you telling me this, and what does this have to do with me???
When I first talked to you, i had hesitations because i wanted to stay loyal to my ex, and wanted to date her again. And i never talk to girls, but you are so beautiful and smart-looking. Gee.. I bet you say that to all the girls. AND What exactly does smart look like? Are you implying that I'm not actually smart?
Anyways, idk if you live at your parents house, or you live with friends. But i just moved back in with my family this year. I transferred from western. Now, I don't have any close friends that still live here. I have few friends around, but i only hang out rarely. So I'm assuming that if you live with friends, you will probably think I'm a loser because I'm living at my parents home. I assure you this is not why I would think you're a loser... I don't party anymore, I rarely drink, i drank with my close friends for new years, but thats it. I have the best friends in the world, its just they are all moved away ;(  Sorry? I'm glad you have friends?  What do you want me to say? Also.. Emoticons? Really?
I don't talk to anyone really. just through the phone, long distance. Well, long distance conversation WAS the purpose of the telephone, so, Kudos to you Jimmy! You're doing it right. i guess I'm a loner now. I wish you wouldn't think I'm a loser, because I'm not. Why are you so convinced that I think you're a loser??? You realize that doing this DOES make you seem like a loser, right?  If you give me a chance, then i could prove it to u. Im a professional musician. lol. You and every other high school kid with an instrument  i wish i could show u my art. If this is anything like "come over and see my etchings" I'm even less interested. 
Ok, this is going to sound weird: Oh THIS is the weird part, ok. I was confused by the normalcy of the rest of this email. Thanks for the heads up.  I have had a very stressful and eventful life. So, you're trying to convince me you're deep and brooding... got it. I never believed and talked to god, until a few months ago. I love him, but now my mind is flip-flopping, and I know you believe in god, i wish we could embrace him. Here I'm just picturing a Jesus group hug. I typed ur name in google and saw something about the bible and you. Don't worry, i didn't spend a lot of time looking you up, I'm not a creep. True fact: if you set an egg timer for 15 minutes and then google someone, as long as you're done before the egg timer dings, you're not a creep. Cosmo said so! Also, If you are googling someone DON'T FUCKING TELL THEM!!! Telling them is what makes it creepy. I just want to do good in school, and be happy. Its really hard, because the love of my life just betrayed me. We were first loves. She is a 4.0 honor student at wmu. And you're a professional musician... That had nothing to do with your break-up I'm sure... I know its possible to fall in love with other people, but i never wanted to. I honestly don't know what i want. I wish i could just hug you and cry. Ok... Backing away slowly now... I have been kind of sad lately. But I'm still strong. So strong that you wanna hug a complete stranger and cry. Becca, if i could ever love someone besides my ex, i wish it could be you. WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!! You're in love with another girl and you want to love me? WTF? I know i barely know you, but i feel like i do know you a little. That is the definition of barely... You are an angel. and its 1am and iv got a lot of work and studying tomorrow. Thanks for sharing? I wish you responded, and we fell in love, and loved god together. Jesus doesn't approve of orgys. ill send u a pic of me and my ex. Just so you don't think i date fat/ugly chicks. Oh, good, because that was my first concern upon reading this email. And if you don't like my long hair, if you date me and i like you, i will gladly cut it. I kind of want to, but at the same time, i never want to. Im clean though, lol, i wash my hair really good all the time (most dudes with  long hair are gross) This is just so random I can't even find sarcasm...
what the fuck am i doing, typing this long message to you.  Good question creeper Im sorry, this is such an inconvenience (if you even read up to this point)
If i ever see you on campus, ill just look away. You probably want a regular white guy that is as regular as can be. What the crap dude, way to play the race card when YOU'RE ALSO WHITE!! i know you won't respond, so let me just say that i wish you the best, and may god be with you. i know he is. 
I

The "I" is just confusing, especially after all of the lowercase "I"s in that email...Did he just wanna test out the shift key? Did he just figure out how it worked??? WHAT HAPPENED? ALSO DO YOU KNOW ABOUT APOSTROPHES??? USE THEM FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS!!! (who still doesn't wanna have an orgy with you.)

He attached a pic of him and his ex to the email, which i will not be posting, mostly to protect the identity of that poor girl... Either she really did a number on him or he's just a basket case....
He did send a follow-up email, which I will dissect and post at another time.

Anyhow... Guys... If you do this chances are good that whatever girl you are interested in will run screaming the other way... Just a heads up.

Teaser

This is a Teaser for an upcoming post that I'm working on...

My friend is in orange, Bruce is blue... I didn't feel like typing "friend' over and over....

My own Wonderland... Part 2

(This was intended to be longer, but I'm out of steam right now... I'll most likely update it at some point when I have the energy/time but for now here is my post.)

This is part 2 of my love affair with Alice in Wonderland. To read Part 1, go here: CLICK ME!!!
In the following years I visited Disneyworld very frequently still. And I always rode the teacups. Even though my favorite ride ever since I've been big enough to get on it (which I was by the time I was 2 and a half) is Big Thunder Mountain, the teacups are very special to me.

When I was 14 I got to go to Tokyo Disneyland. And guess what they have there too?!?!

If you guessed Spinning Teacups, You are Correct!!!
If you guessed something else... well it depends on what you guessed, but you're probably not wrong...
they had a lot of stuff.

They were fun, but unlike Paris Disney they didn't have anything Alice themed, really. They did however have an Ariel themed area which was neat. Alice was featured in their 20 years o Dreams parade though.

We were there for the 20th anniversary, which I had forgotten til I saw this picture.

Between Tokyo and now I have been to Disney World several more times, and it has been super fun. However, last summer we went to Disneyland again, and it was AWESOME!
And I rode the teacups again!

Yes, I am 21... On a small children's ride.
Deal with it.

And at California Adventure they have the MAD T PARTY!!! Which is basically a Disney version of a nightclub/rave type deal-io .

 It was pretty awesome. I went to it every night we were there.

 Alice's Outfit is the inspiration for the Halloween costume I'm making for this year...And I'm making Bruce a Mad Hatter costume very very loosely based on the show costume.... However there have been some hiccups in the process, so I'm not sure if they'll be completed this year or not... If not then I'll definitely have them done by next year. :P If you wanna check out the costumes CLICK HERE!

I have completed the corset for the most part at this point, I just don't have a photo of it right now. Maybe I'll take some and make an updated post. Who knows... Life has gotten crazier, there will be a post as to why after it's all over, but the happy news is Bruce and I are happy together and we're taking steps to secure our future.  Hope you're doing well.

Brooke

Holy hell... It's been a crazy month

So, I started school this month. I also started clinicals. My first 7 weeks is in Labor and Delivery, my second 7 weeks is in Pediatrics. I got to see a baby being born on the 20th. It was awesome... right up until the moment after dad cut the umbilical cord... Everybody gather 'round, let me tell you a story...

It is 0720 (that's 7:20 AM for those of you not used to military time which is used in the medical field as well) and I and the other 6 people in my clinical group are gathered around our instructor who is looking for appropriate assignments for us. I say "I'd like to see a labor." and my instructor goes, "Ok, but there's an orientee with the nurse in one of the ongoing labors do you mind not having a partner?"and I go "Nope not at all." and so by 7:35 we all get assigned rooms. My instructor tells me to wait outside my room because the nurse is in there with the patient right then, and I needed to double check that she was ok with me being there. So I'm standing outside the door and I hear "OK. We're gonna start pushing." and my mind goes "OH! I should be in there right now!" and so I knock and the nurse comes to the door, and I go "Hi, I'm Brooke, I'm a nursing student and I've been assigned to this room." (notice how I didn't give her a choice about whether or not I was there...) And she goes "Oh, ok, Come on in. You can help dad support mom's leg." So I go to the far side of the bed, and I help dad support mom's leg. The nurse is coaching the mother from the end of the bed.
Nurse: "Ok give me a big push"
Mom: "Urgggghhhh..."
Nurse: "I can feel his head, gimme another push."
Mom: *inhales deeply* "Uuuugggghhhh"
Nurse: "He's crowning, take a few deep breaths and then give me another big push."
Mom: *breathes for about 10 seconds* "Uhhhng"
*baby's head pops out*
Nurse: "We've got a head! Take a break for a little while."
Me: "You're doing great mom!"
Nurse: "Are you ready?"
Mom: "Uh-huh"
Nurse: "Ok, gimme a big push"
Mom: *squeaks*
*baby's arm shoots out like it's trying to get the teacher to pick him in class*
Nurse: "Great! One more big push and we'll have a baby."
Mom: *groans and pushes*
*baby shoots out*

Inside my head I'm like, "That was so cool!" and "Why the hell did I talk?" and "Oh my god there's a baby here that wasn't here 3 minutes ago!". And then I was asked to hand dad the scissors to cut the umbilical cord. And that was cool. I was like "Hey, I'm getting to be an active participant in this baby's first few minutes." And dad's hand is a little shaky, but he cuts the cord, and the baby takes it's first breath and begins to cry. And it is amazing and magical and astounding. And then I looked at mom...

GRAPHIC DETAILS TO FOLLOW!!! (THOSE WITH ACTIVE IMAGINATIONS AND WEAK STOMACHS MAY NOT WANT TO READ THIS)

Big Mistake. Now, to clarify, I knew bleeding was a natural part of childbirth, and I'm familiar with periods, and I've seen a head wound (which for those of you who don't know, bleeds like a sonovabitch) and I have had no problems. Last summer I sliced the back of my hand open down to the bone, and I was looking at the bone and muscle and fat tissues and how the muscle slid over the bone the entire ride to the Urgent care clinic to get stitched up. So, I have no issue with blood and insides of people.

However, while I expected blood, I did not expect as much blood as there was. A few seconds after the cord was cut the placenta detached from the uterus. And the placenta is stuck to the uterus by many many blood vessels. So, when it detached blood started to pour out of the vaginal opening. Like a bright red waterfall. and inside my head I'm going "OH god. She is gonna bleed out right in front of me. Why is nobody else freaking out? This cannot be normal." And I began to feel dizzy... So I backed away from the bed and sat down. The nurse asked me if I was ok, and I was all "Yeah, I'm fine." and inside my head I'm going, "YOU WILL NOT PASS OUT. YOU WILL NOT PASS OUT!" I watched the placenta get delivered, and then.... Nothing.

The next thing I know, everything is black and the nurse is slapping my upper arms.
Nurse: Brooke... Brooke! Can you hear me?
Me: Yeah...
Nurse: Ok good, Stay with me.
Me: ...
Nurse: Brooke! Stay with me... Keep talking to me.
Me: uhhh... Ok... *inside my head   "What the hell do you want me to say??? Also, WHY CAN'T I SEE??? ARE MY EYES EVEN OPEN?"*
Nurse: Keep talking to me.
Me: Ok. I can hear you.
Nurse: Ok, We're going to scoot you over and lay you down"
Me: Ok. *grab bench with hands and slide myself over*  *inside my head "Wait... I'm still sitting up? Bonus points for me!"*
Nurse: I'm going to grab your shoulders and guide you down. *does so*

So now I'm laying down and I hear,
Nurse: Did somebody get her instructor? Her color is coming back.
And then I end up getting my vision back just as my instructor walks in... *facepalm*
Instructor: So, How're you feeling?
Me: I'm alright. *inside my head "I'm laying down and people are standing over me, how do you think I'm doing???"* 

AND THAT, Kids, is the story of the first birth I saw. I did end up taking care of the mom and her newborn for the rest of the day, and the family was pretty good natured about it. :P
I Have other things to report, but that's enough for today. I'll have more time to update next week.

Brooke

First Day of Classes.. Yay?

So, I'll be writing a more complete post once I've had some time to get over the trauma of my first class.... But I'm back to the grind.... And I have a 12 hour clinical rotation on an L&D floor on Friday... Yay for screaming women...

Anyhow... School... It's a bitch. I want it to be done... And I only had 2 and a half hours of class today... This is going to be a long semester...

Something I'm working on in the (little) spare time I have.

I realize this may not be the most interesting thing to a lot of you, but it's what I'm doing right now, and since I haven't posted in a while, I feel like I should, and this is as good as anything else I could do right now. I'm making a photobook on Shutterfly for Bruce, to give to him on sweetest day. (Which is a holiday I vehemently oppose... It's a freaking manufactured holiday because there was a downward trend in sales one year... It's a Hallmark holiday... But, Bruce likes the idea, so, I'll participate.)

Anyhow, It's a book of the time we've been dating, and how we came to be dating. And this is a couple pages worth of writing I've done in it... Feel free to tell me if it sucks.

"So, how did we start dating?

   There was the possibility that I was going to move away I told you about it, and the next day,  we were hanging out, just doing what we usually did. We got food, we saw a movie, and then on the way back, you told me you wanted to date me. I was shocked. You were my best friend. You knew how weird I was, and why in the world would you want to date me? However I did like you, and we got along very well.

   Unfortunately I was in another relationship, and even though it wasn't going well, I couldn't just jump ship. So, we agreed that if in the future, if we were both single, and interested in each other still, we'd give it a shot.

   One week later, we went to the Maker's Faire at the Henry Ford Museum. Emily came with us, just to keep things from being awkward. Not that they weren't. I tried to set you up with jailbait, you flirted with a robotics team.

   For the rest of the summer I tried to set you up with various friends of mine, and it didn't work out... But as it turns out, that was for the best.

Our first date was Thursday, December 27th 2012. I remember being ridiculously nervous beforehand. The night before Amanda came over and helped me pick out an outfit. I actually spent about an hour getting ready beforehand... I even did my hair. (Which is a rarity as you well know.) I must have texted Amanda thirty times in the 2 hours before our date... She kept reassuring me everything would be fine, and that it would all work out.

I remember being so ridiculously nervous when you finally picked me up, I felt so awkward. I remember giving you a super quick hug hello, and then thinking 'Was that ok? Should I have hugged him longer? Should I have not hugged him? What the hell am I doing????' 

   On the way to dinner I think we talked a bit, but I don't really remember... I do remember thinking about how we were best friends and now we were on a date and if things didn't work, could we still be friends, and so on and so forth. When we got to the restaurant we started talking more, and then things got awkward again, because we already knew all of the things about each other that you would normally find out on a first date. Then we talked about how we didn't really have anything to talk about, because we knew everything about each other, and bitching about our significant others was off the table, because we didn't have any...

   After dinner when we were walking back to your car, I remember you looking at me and saying something along the lines of "One of us has to do something or this is going nowhere" and sticking out your hand for me to hold. I recall feeling anxious about it, and then somewhat giddy once our hands actually connected. It wasn't as though we had never touched each other before, but this time was different. I won't lie and say I felt some magical spark, but what I will say is that I felt happy for the first time in a long time. While we were walking I remember you enthusing about your new underwear, and how comfortable it was, which made me laugh, and I recall thinking that maybe things wouldn't be so awkward all the time. You opened the car door for me before walking around to the other side and opening your own door. I remember being surprised because nobody had done that for me before.

   We headed to the bowling alley, on the way I made fun of your projectile sports skills. You however won, seeing as I hadn't played in 2 years... Which was the same amount of time it had been since we had last gone bowling. (I will kick your ass if you want to go again... I'm less rusty now.) "

That's all I have so far... It's about 2 solid pages of writing in the book. I'm planning to finish it this week... actually I have to... School's starting again... Urgh... 

Dear God I'm Busy...

So, I haven't had much down time, I've been working like crazy. However, I apparently have had enough time for Arts and Crafts... So here's my latest bunch of things I've done...

For Bruce, Just because.

For my Grandma, for her birthday.

For Bruce's Brother and Sister-in-law,
to commemorate the christening of their children.

For my family.

For Bruce's mother, as decor for her bedroom...
I did two of this one, identical mirror images.

 So, apparently I enjoy melting Crayons... A bunch. Because this is how I de-stress... I do arts and crafts... Plus, right now at Meijer you can get 24 packs of crayons for 50 cents. And you can buy packs of canvases in bulk at Michaels for 20 bucks... Which is awesome. And will be a major reason I'm out of money. Because, Impulse Control, I Do Not Has It.