Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Who Is That Running Through The McDonald's Drive-Thru?

Well yesterday was a whole bunch of fun that I haven't had in a long while.

Alyssa, Cynthia, and I decided to go get something to eat. Cynthia didn't have to come back to the school, but Lyss and I had to come back for a concert later that night.
After hours of waiting in the parking lot to see if other people would join us, we ended up leaving.

We all went to McDonalds, and began to call people's cell phones and flood their answering machines with creepy and stupid messages. Such as: Reading the menu. Making noises into the phone....and just plain being stupid. Ah what fun it was.
Then we actually had a serious conversation about school, politics, and history. It was quite interesting.

Alyssa wanted to go up and get a shake. While she was standing in line, we would make faces at her. It turned out everybody in the ENTIRE McDonald's restaurant SAW our faces BUT Alyssa. They thought we were insane.
Since Alyssa rarely looked over at our fun interaction, we decided to hide. We waited for her to completely turn around, and then we totally ran and almost slammed into so many people trying to make it around the corner where she couldn't see us.
We sat there...giggling and feeling extremely pleased with ourselves, until...
Alyssa...
Just........
Didn't.....
Come.....
Back......
Taking a chance at peeking around the corner, we saw that she had joined another Tuacahn group (Trent, Josh, and Andrew)
We were in shock.
We ended up joining her reluctantly....holding a grudge.
Pretty soon the time got to be late, and we had to drop Cynth Cynth off at home.
Cynthia and I began to walk out of the building, and Alyssa slowly followed after us. We thought we'd be fun, and hide around the cars.
Alyssa doesn't know how to play, because when she couldn't find us, she just went back inside.
So Cynthia and I decided to run around the building, and meet her at the other window. (We were so dumb)
We forgot there was a packed drive-thru, and ended up jogging along next to cars as the people inside looked at us like we were insane.

The McDonald's workers don't know how to play along either.
They asked Lyss: "Are you looking for your friends?"
"Yes."
"They're outside. Running around the building."

Psh. They ruined our fun.
Before we left, we thought we'd decorate Josh's truck (Parked right beside us)
We took shirts, hung them as flags, and other random things, placing them under windshield wipers, and draping things from the truck.
When I turned around, I was surprised to see that they were all by the door, watching us in shock.
"RUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

We hurried up, got in the car, and slammed the doors. In a panic, I scrambled and locked all the doors. Seconds later, Andrew was on top of the car, and everyone else was trying to get in.

We shook them off, and sped away. We felt like heroes. It was such fun.
I wonder what all the people at the drive-thru thought.
Cynthia and I will probably never be able to go into McDonalds again.

The Drive-Thru Chronicles

Dear Friends,

It is time for another story of love and joy to spread light into your life.

It is time for....
THE DRIVE-THRU CHRONICLES....

*Insert Creepy Horror Movie Music Here* -------->

What exactly ARE the Drive-Thru Chronicles? They are the first of many true and terrifying stories that make human beings rue the day they EVER decided to work fast food.

The first of these many stories (And those yet to come) starts on a sunny and bright Monday afternoon. Doug, Cynthia and I were driving the long road back from town, and decided to stop at Arctic Circle for ice cream.

We took a long time to decide what we wanted...and finally ordered 3 cones. In my piddly little stick-shift car, we lurched up to the window.
The guy opened the glass, and took the money. Seeing that it was still open, I staged a loud conversation that was meant to be private...but was still easy to overhear.

"Do you think he's hot Doug? I think he's hot....Do YOU? Would you like to makeout with him? Let me ask....No.... really....I'll ask him if he will....."
All of a sudden, this poor man (Now with bulging eyes) SLAMS the window shut.
When our ice cream was ready....and the window opened... we found that he was so terrified of us that he had ANOTHER worker give us our food.

We then squealed off into the distance. BAHAHAHAHA.

Drive-Thru Experience Number 2

It again was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Emily Richardson, Cynthia, and I had just finished swimming, and went to go pick up a pizza.
The decision was made to get some more ice cream! From... ARCTIC CIRCLE! We again took a long time to answer the guy at the speaker, and again ordered cones.

When we turned around the corner, we found that there were alot of cars in line. Patiently, we waited. UNTIL.... UNTIL we found that the guy leaning out the window was the SAME guy who handed us cones the night before AFTER we freaked out his friend.

He noticed us, and each time he helped another car, he would look over.
Finally, it was our turn. It was a little awkward at first, but we ended up paying him, and receiving the ice cream.

When it was time for our change to be handed to us.... I pulled out a pair of gloves from the dashboard (We had put them there earlier...JUST for this.)

He stood there for a long time while I told him to wait. "Wait just a second...Hold on....I'm sorry....."
Emily and Cynthia just played along, and put their heads in their hands....shaking them.

"Melissa...I thought you got over this..."
"I know...I just need to...one more time...."

The glove didn't go on as well as I hoped, so I ended up holding out a clawed hand with the glove halfway hanging off, and the guy had a difficult time dumping the change into my hooked hand.
We again squealed off into the distance....laughing hysterically. Like this:
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!

Drive-Thru Experiences 3 and 4

Well, for the 3rd day in a row, Cynthia and I decided to go meet our friends at Arctic Circle. We had Cynthia's host mom's daugher's son with us (Say THAT 3 times fast.)

We told him we were getting him an ice cream cone, and he was thrilled. Again, at the drive-thru, we took a long time to order. After a few minutes, we told her we wanted one cone. She was expecting a HUGE order due to the time we took....so when we ordered one cone, we could tell she was frusterated.
We pulled up to the window. Cynthia had exact change... but I decided to have more fun than that.

She handed me the money, and the woman held out her hand for it. I pretended that Cynthia had only given me a quarter, and gave it to the woman. Then I kept going to Cynthia's hand...and we both made a big deal of picking through the coins, and finding the ones we wanted to give her.

We could tell she was angry, and she yanked her hand back in once we were finished fishing for change.
Then it was on to Arby's. We wanted shakes. Arctic Circle has expensive shakes. So we drive down the road a little bit, and pull into the drive-thru.

The lady over the headset told us to wait. I was looking over the menu, and had a loud conversation about how high the prices were. The shakes were about $1 more than the ones in Washington. So I had an issue with it.

Cynthia made a comment about $5 for a salad being ridiculous. After a while I said: "Maybe she forgot about us..."

The lady over the intercom snapped: "I haven't....."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

Finally, we make our order, and pull up to the window. She hands us the shakes, and I give her my debit card. She slams the window shut....and we sit there.

She opens it back up, and hands me a clipboard with my card, receipt, and one for me to sign on it. She hands it out, and again I tell her to wait. I grab a napkin, and clamp the board in it, wiping it as I take it. Then I grab the pen she gives me with a napkin, and wipe it thoroughly before I sign anything.

When I hand it back to her, she tells me to wait, and grabs it with her apron.
I was in shock. What a jerk!!!!
There were only a few possible explanations of why she did that.

A) She though, due to my actions, that I had a deadly disease, and she was afraid of catching it....

B) She was playing along....sorta....trying to show me up

C) She was being a sarcastic jerk.

I guess I shouldn't take it so personally, because I was an awful customer....But STILL. STILL! What if I DID have a life-threatening illness? She would have sent me into a spiral of severe depression!

Jerk....

An Angry Retaliation to Stupid Email Forwards

The Laundry Dweller

Oh My Gosh Guys....This is soooo scary! And TRUE!

Girl: Woah...I think I'm going to go do my laundry. Wait...I've never done it before...and I don't know how!!!

Boy: Here honey...let me help you. First, you seperate your colors from your socks....and then you take out everything that doesn't have sleeves...and so on.

Girl: Oh...I get it! *Slaps forehead*

Boy: It's OK...*Hugs*

The next few hours are spent in hugging, kissing, and tears.

Girl: Now what?

Boy: Well, now that we have everything sorted by alphabetical what-not...it's time to put it in the washer!

Girl: *Suddenly alert* I don't know if I can...

Boy: Yes, Yes you can...I'm here for you.

Girl: No...*crying now* I can't...

Boy: Why? *Reassuring Hug* Really, I'm here to help you...Let's do it.

Girl: It's just...I've never done it before...

Boy: Oh...it's your first time? Well, I promise I'll help you...gently.

Girl: OK....It's just...I'm not sure if I'm ready....

Boy: *Slightly irritated* Come on...If you loved me, you'd do it.

Girl: *Pause* Alright.

As soon as the Girl opens the washer lid, a crazed homicidal lunatic (The ones that you normally find living in washers) Leaps out, and drags the girl to the soapy, hellish depths.

Guys...if you don' repost this to 19 million people in 3.4 seconds, the same thing will happen to you!

I care for you all...be careful.

It Must Be An Omen...

Well, something terrible has happened.

TERRIBLE!

I stopped at the mall before I had to finish last minute errands before school started again.
Walking through the parking lot to get back to my car, I saw a mungo raven on a vehicle I was passing.

It had a piece of ice in its death beak.

When I walked past it, it flapped its mighty wings, and soared ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE DAMN PARKING LOT TO LAND ON MY CAR!

Now, this wasn't a short journey.

This was all the way across the parking lot.

My car was parked by itself.

BY ITSELF!

Bloody Hell.

And this beast soared over all the possible landing spots, and ended up on the roof of MY car.

Great.

It dropped the piece of ice on the roof, crapped all over my car, and then soared away.

Laughing.

This morning, I woke up late, and while I was driving, the car died. AGAIN.

I had to pop the hood to get it to start again.

Such fun.

Such fun.

GAHGAHGAHGHAGHAH.

There was a truck in the parking lot today, and it had snow in it.

SNOW!

I was so excited. Trevor and I decided to have a fun, youthful snowball fight.

Everything went joyously, and I grabbed a ton of snow to stuff down his shirt.

It was going to be funny.

FUNNY!

But he freaked out and ran around the truck like a girl.

Then he chucked a freaking ice ball at my eye.

OW!

I saw spots, and then my entire left eye watered so much I looked like I had been sobbing for hours.

With only half of my face.

The owners of the truck (Some tourists) came down and asked us if we were messing with the snow in the back.

"Nooooooo.....uh...you have snow in your truck?"

Awkward.

They left.

I went to open the door to my car, and found I didn't have my keys.

Going up to the school, I searched EVERYWHERE, remembering a little later that I had left them at the car already.

Oops.

So now I have a disease in my eye from filthy snow.

The hood of my car is disgusting, and I haven't cleaned it yet because I'm lazy.

And I'm afraid I'm going to end up dying one of these days because of my near-exploding car.

Such fun!

You're all invited to my funeral by the way.

Whenever it happens.

Probably within the next couple days.

Toodles!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Gregory

He leaned casually against the bar, sipping a beer and looking across the crowded dance floor. He had been at the popular nightclub for only an hour or so, and had at least fifteen or more girls take an interest in him. This wasn't new to him; he was gorgeous, and he knew it. His wavy blond hair, muscular arms, tall frame, and dazzling smile always drew extreme attention, no matter where he was.
After about another half hour of "scanning", he spotted her. She was sitting further down the counter with long red hair cascading down her back that contrasted beautifully against her low cut black dress. This was definitely a woman worthy of his time, and he eagerly pushed his way through the crowd. He was stopped several times by girls who brushed close against him, grabbing his strong arms and trying to pull him out to dance, but he could not be sueded. With his size it was easy to shake them off, and in moments he stood before his dream woman. Her large green eyes met his, and she smiled. For the first time in a long while, he felt his heart skip a beat.
There was a truly brilliant line he used a few times before, but only in the most extreme cases. This was definitely one of those times. Taking a deep breath, he raised his baby blue eyes to meet hers.
"Hi, I'm new in town, and I seem to be lost..."
"Oh?" Her smooth, silky voice caused the hair on his arm to stand on end.
"I was wondering if you could help me with some directions..."
'That's it,' he thought. 'This is in the bag. Pause for effect...pause for effect...'
"Yes? And where would that be?"
'Get ready...' he told himself...'Get ready...and BAM!'
Leaning in close, his mouth brushed against her ear. "Your apartment."
She sat back and looked at him with a smile playing across her lips.
"You can't be serious, can you? Did you just use that?"
'Uh-oh...panic..." he thought. 'This isn't how it's supposed to be. She's supposed to be smitten...'
"You're cute, you know that?" she laughed.
"I know. Many women think so. I've been told that on numerous occasions, however I like to think of myself as God's gift to women."
Her laugh faltered a bit, but her eyes still sparkled.
"You have a very interesting sense of humor. I like it. What's your name?"
"Gregory. Yours?"
"Rebecca."
"Well Rebecca, it was nice meeting you, but I think I have to go now."
"Really? Why?"
"You see, I fell for you pretty hard, and am on my way to my apartment for a band-aid."
She laughed, and again he felt his heart jump.
"Well, I feel partly responsible then. I think I should go with you to help out. I feel terrible."

Within minutes they were in his car, both of them laughing and joking. Soon after, they arrived at his apartment. Like a gentleman, he held the door open for her, and she flashed him another dazzling smile as she stepped inside.
With more than a few seconds look, however, it fell. Glass bowls glittered throughout the entire room; there must have been at least sixty in the living room alone.
"I see you've met my collection of fish...they're my children. They're the only ones that understand me in this cruel, harsh, cold world filled with despair."
"I...see..." she was shocked, and millions of second thoughts ran through her mind.
He walked over to one of the bowls, and put his cheek up against it.
"This one is my favorite. This is Balthazar the Beta. He's done so much for me. I don't know where I would have been without him." He stroked the glass for a few seconds, and looked up. "Why don't we have a seat on the couch? I'd like to get to know you better."
Reluctantly, she made her way over to the love seat he was pointing to, and he sat down beside her. He was about to make conversation when the phone began to ring. Irritated, he looked over at it with a scowl. "Just let the answering machine pick it up. It'll be fine."
"Hi, you've reached Greg, you know what to do. Now what do I...Mom? Mom, what button do I push now? Yes I've recorded what I want...Yes... Mom! I'm not an idiot! I always feel your cold stare judging me! Just tell me how to turn off the fu--" BEEP.
"Gregory? This is Mommy. How many times have I told you to change that damn machine? What will people think? You're destroying the reputation of this family--"
Angrily, Gregory got up, grabbing the phone from its hook.
"Mom? Hi, Mom, I'm busy. What? No, of course I want to talk to you. No, I know you brought me into this world, and I love you for it. Words cannot even begin to describe my thanks; I just have company over. I don't think that company is more important than you! Mom! Well, if you told me what button to push, we wouldn't have this problem. I understand it needs to be changed...but... You're coming tomorrow? Great. Balthazar has really missed you. No, I'm serious. He's quite depressed lately. Yes, the vet didn't really know what to do...stupid man. I'm thinking of grinding depressant pills in with his fish pellets. Yeah, he'll probably feel better. You're coming tomorrow too, so his condition will greatly improve..."
She sat on the couch in shock. After he got off the phone, she would tell him that she forgot about an appointment she had the next day, and that she had to go. About 10 minutes passed, and finally he hung up the phone with a smile.
"I'm so excited. My mother is coming tomorrow, and I can't wait for you to meet her."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm in love with you Rebecca. From the brief moment I saw you at the bar, I knew we were meant to be together forever. I think you're beautiful, and I know you probably can't resist my hot studly body. We're perfect for another. Think of the beautiful children we will have...they will be widely accepted by society."
"I'm sorry...I have to go."
"I was afraid of this. You don't feel the same way, do you? How can you not? How can you resist my buff body and awe-inspiring features?" Instantly, he slammed his head down on the table, and she gasped in shock.
"There is no reason to live anymore!" he howled as he sprang from the couch and into the kitchen. Cautiously, she followed, and found him tearing the contents from the fridge and flinging them across the floor, included all the shelves inside.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked.
"Throughout all my life, all I have known is cold despair, and icy hearts. I can't live like this anymore. I will end my life as I have lived it...with the aid of the chilling frost that has haunted me from birth." Within moments, he was crawling into the empty fridge, and as soon as he was inside he pulled the door shut.
"Goodbye Rebecca. Please remember me, and how you caused my untimely suicide."
As soon as he was out of view Rebecca took her chance to bolt, and ran to the door. It was locked. She tried the deadbolt and the smaller lock below it, but the door was jammed shut. In her horror, she heard the fridge open and Gregory fall out to the floor.
"GAHGAGHAG! It's soooo coooooold in there!" His whine echoed throughout the house, and in a panic Rebecca bolted down a stairway, hoping to hide from him until she could figure out a way to escape.
It was dark in the basement, and she stumbled across several stacked boxes knocking them over. The loud footsteps overhead stopped, then resumed running toward the direction of the crash. Quickly, she hid herself in a dark corner and held her breath. Moments later, she could hear him thumping and falling down the stairs.
"Rebecca!" a wild howl escaped his lips. "Rebecca! Look!" She peered out, squinting her eyes to see what he wanted to show her. His shoulders were heaving, and in each hand he held a celery stalk and a tomatoe. "Look Rebecca... When I caught the beauty of how well these went with each other, I realized I couldn't give up on you. We go together like celery and tomatoes. We match just like cole-slaw and potatoes. Our love can be as unified as brocolli and carrots... I need you Rebecca!" For a split second, he had turned his back and she took this opportunity to try and dart up the stairs.
She had almost reached the bottom stairs before he spun around. "Rebecca, there you are," his voice softened. "I'm ready to spend eternity with you," his hands caressed her face. Her head spun, and she had a hard time trying to steady the room before everything went black.

He leaned casually against the bar, sipping a beer and looking across the crowded dance floor. This was the 3rd time he had come back in just one night. He noticed a group of giggling girls in the corner, watching him and nervously looking away. He smiled, and began to push his way through the crowd.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Reborn

She felt as if she was reborn. Millions of butterflies swarmed and beat against her stomach, and her head was still spinning from the excitement. It had felt so wonderful; so exhilarating. All of her senses seemed to have heightened to a new, supernatural level as the whirling world around her produced even more vibrant, beautiful colors than ever before.

The once peeling, dull wooden walls of the old barn exploded into sudden perfection as the sight of it spun into her view. She wasn't aware her feet had even brought her to this place. All she could experience was the instant purity of the Earth surrounding her. Opening its large creaking door, she stepped inside. Sunlight sparkled through the shafts from the ceiling, and rusting rakes and shovels glittered as the playful rays spread across their surface.

A small bird swooped through the doors, fluttering and flittering across the peaceful, slumbering tractor in the corner. Its song reverberated to the top of the barn's high ceiling. The beautifully antique beams across it remained silent and still, appreciating its beauty, while a small spider scuttled across them in anticipation for a better view.

With a content sigh, she slumped down on a bale of hay. Each tiny prick against her skin reminded her of how good it was to be alive.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

"I Will Leave You In The Valley of Fire... I Shit You Not..."

In high school, Trevor and I were quite well known. We never missed the chance to perform in school assemblies, and we were constantly seen in the principal's office on many occasions after we were caught setting off the smoke detectors (accidentally of course,) or after we took one of the golf carts on campus out for a spin at the maximum 10 miles an hour out in the parking lot in wild circles.

Despite the fact we always seemed to get in trouble, we developed a very close relationship with our instructors who seemed to be slightly amused by our stupidity and always let us off easy. One of our favorites was our play director Andy who seemed to share the same sense of humor we did.

The annual High School Shakespeare Competition arrived, and two white vans were scheduled to drive the team the grueling 45 minutes to Cedar City from St. George. Trevor and I were assigned to a van with Andy, and we were having a blast making jokes and bouncing in our seats. We weren't immature; we were just living life in a very playful manner.

After our intense drive, we competed and won. Excitement was everywhere, and Trevor and I were thriving upon it. Everyone piled pack in the vans to go home, and Trevor and I babbled happily away to one another as we buckled our seat belts.
"Trevor...Trevor... What's that? No, you're supposed to look at where I'm pointing. Look Trevor! Look! Stop being a jerk! Look!"
"I'm not looking. Last time I looked you punched my arm. It's not funny, and I don't even get the joke."
"No, Trevor, I'm not gonna...just look. It's so funny. You're missing it!"
"I'm not--"
"Treeeeeeevor....Doooooooo it!"
"K... Only if you'll-- AHHHH! YOU PUNCHED ME!"
"Bahahaha. Did you get it? It was a joke. You totally didn't even see it coming."
"Shutup. I hate you. You suck."
"Trevor, what is that? Look!"
"I hate you. How about you look? Look, OH! Too late."
"Treeeeeeevor, you punched me twice as hard as I hit you..."

Now, to an outsider, th is may look like we were acting like small children. However we were really acting in an extremely mature manner that was just misunderstood by others.
After about five or so minutes, we wanted to included Andy in our fun. He probably was just in a "mood," because he didn't respond.

"Andy? Andy...hey. Hey, Andy! Annnnndy! Andy, come on. Look! Andy! Look back here! Annnnnndy! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! What...Andy! Heeeeey! *snerk* Hahahaha. Hey Andy! Look what we--"

Suddenly, Andy spun around violently from the driver's seat; his face set in a scowl.
"I will leave you in the valley of fire...I shit you not."

Our mouths dropped open in shock. For the rest of the trip we remained quiet. Later, we came to the conclusion that we aren't obnoxious. People just don't understand us, that's all.