Creepy Van

Hi guys. This is gonna be a quick post. But there is a really creepy van sitting across the street from my house. It's been sitting there from at least 7:20 pm. It is now 11:36 pm. It looks like a rapist van. It's really creepy and I watch too many episodes of Criminal Minds and other cop shows not to know a rapist van when I see one. And I really think this is one. So, hide yo kids, hide yo wife.

Boys Volleyball

Hi there! It's Spring now! Which means Spring sports! Yaaaaaaaay! Well, some high schoolers do track, or softball, or baseball, or tennis. But not meeeeee. No no. I manage Boys Volleyball! Woooooo!

Well, there have been some things that I have noticed while I am sitting at the practices.

#1- Guys are just like little kids. They are always running and jumping for no apparent reason. And, they switch topics every 5 seconds. They'll be talking about one thing then jump into a completely different topic. It's strange.

#2- Boys show off for girls more than girls show off for guys. There are 4 managers of the boys team. All four managers are girls. None of us are romantically involved with any of the players. We're just friends with them. Nonetheless, they want to show us how strong they are, how hard they can hit the ball, how good they are at volleyball. They start doing random push-ups and pull-ups just because. And they look over at us every so often to see if we're watching them.

#3- They like to aim for us. Us managers are like targets for them. When they are doing a drill and have to spike it, they aim for us. Some more than others. A lot of the seniors like to aim for us. My theory is because I flinch a lot. I should be used to it because of girls volleyball, but they hit it harder and faster. Not only that, but I'm a flinchy person to begin with.

#4- Boys are very competitive. Well, these boys anyways. All we have had is practice so far, but even then, they all want to win. If they're doing a 6v6 drill, each side wants to win. And if I'm tossing the ball to the side who gets the point, I better get it right because they will catch it and tell me that I threw it to the wrong team. Or they will be like WOAH WOAH WOAH THE BALL IS COMING OVER HERE. It's strange. I've learned not to take it personally.

All in all, boys are a strange kind. For the most part, these guys are wicked nice. You do have some assholes in the group, but that's to be expected. Especially in my town, which I believe is douchebag central. But these guys are really nice. The underclassmen especially. They're like little puppies. They're timid until you start to play with them. Juniors, like myself, I'm all friends with so they were fine to fit in with. It's the seniors that I still have to figure out. Some of them are wicked sweeties, but others, I can't tell if they are being nice or being sarcastic just yet. Well, I have a whole season to figure it out. Wish me luck!

Management

Where I work, management is so stupid.

The uniform is a t-shirt given to the staff and black or khaki pants and black shoes. I go into work wearing the appropriate uniform every time I work. But now, they're saying that what I'm wearing is wrong because I wear yoga pants. Yoga pants are black pants, are the not?

So now I'm being told that the next time I go into work, I have to sign some stupid form saying that I will not wear yoga pants to work. So what they're telling me, is that instead of me being happy and comfortable when I work, they would rather me be unhappy and uncomfortable. Yeah, okay, that makes sense. Good one management. One of my managers said she was going to buy me pants. Is she going to buy everyone else pants? I don't think so. That's discrimination.

I do not feel comfortable in the pants that they want me to wear, the pants that are "right". I have an awkward body type because I swim. My thighs make my pant size go up a size because they don't fit the pant size that my waist is because I have very muscular legs. My legs are too long for short pants and regular pants, but too short for long pants. But that's what I have to buy anyways. So I either have to pull them up really high so I'm not stepping on them, or I have to roll them which cause uncomfortable bunching in the crotch and cause the tongue of my shoe to show. I just can't win. I feel self conscious in jeans and pants that they want me to wear.

I wear yoga pants because they fit everywhere. The fit in my waist and my thighs comfortably. They are the right length. They don't awkwardly bunch anywhere. If I have to get something out of a bottom freezer, they are comfortable to bend down in. When I wear yoga pants I don't feel self conscious anymore.

What management is telling me, is that they want me to feel badly about myself because I have an awkward body type and that normal pants look awkward on me.

Not to mention that it is perfectly okay to wear pants just as tight as yoga pants, but because they have pockets, they're appropriate. Just an FYI, yoga pants are much more flattering than a pair of pants so small on you that you can see the outline of the underwear their wearing.

Once again I say, good one management.

@#$^%$#

AHHHHHH! I'm so mad right now. Not so mad, but frustrated. This guy I work with is a complete asshole. Like, he used to be nice, but not anymore. Let me give you an example.

The uniform I have to wear to work is a blue t-shirt (that is provided for us) and black pants. Well, I had black pants, but then they ripped. Obviously I cannot wear ripped pants to work. That would be inappropriate as well as embarrassing. So I've been wearing yoga pants. Technically, they are still black pants and I look presentable and work appropriate. I don't see the big deal about yoga pants. Plus, everyone else wears them, so it isn't like it's only me. Well, this guy keeps getting on me about wearing yoga pants to work. Not anyone else, just me. So one day I asked him why I cannot wear yoga pants to work. He started like yelling at me in front of like a ton of people. He told me that yoga pants are not pants, they're leggings (this doesn't make sense because if they were leggings, they'd be yoga leggings, not yoga pants.) Then he proceeded to tell me that I'm not here to show off my butt (my shirt is too big on me and covers my butt) and that "this is not Hooters. It is an AMF bowling establishment." Well okay then. Let me just restate that he YELLED at me for asking this question and then went on that tangent. Regardless, I'm still wearing yoga pants because I have not had time to go to the mall to get pants. I just haven't.

The next time this douchedick gets on my case for wearing yoga pants to work, I'm gonna give him a choice. Until I have a chance to get to the mall, its either yoga pants or no pants. I am fine with either one. I'm a swimmer. I have walked around with no pants on before. I'm fine with it. I'll just make sure I have cute underwear on.

Not only is it just me, but half the time they don't even notice I'm wearing yoga pants. The only time they notice is if they touch my leg or something. And why should they even be touching my leg? Couldn't that be sexual harassment or something? Go ahead. Mess with me.

Well friends, I think I'm done venting. Goodnight!

Randoms

Hi there! I don't really have anything important to write about, but I wanted to write regardless. So let me just tell you about my day.

School was pointless. I didn't do anything in like any class. I did win a bouncy ball though! Weird, but fun so I'm not complaining. Oh! and I had a really hot sub in my history class/ study. Mr. Perry. God, he's gorgeous. Muscular, nice eyes, nice. Unf. So hot. So, I mean, not complaining about that part of the day(;

I had a really awkward conversation on the phone with a guy from Verizon today. It was like a twenty minute long conversation. It was super awkward. I was trying to activate my dad's new phone for him (he got a droid) and it wasn't activating for some reason. So we called customer care. The guy that helped was an awkward guy. You could just tell over the phone. THAT is how awkward this guy was. It made me uncomfortable.

So today is March 13, 2013. In exactly ONE MONTH (!!!!!!) I will be on a flight to Spain! !@#$%%$# YAAAAAY! I am so excited for this trip. Like you have no idea! ONE MONTH. Like, 30 days! dskfjlbgjkffjcf YAY!

Well, I think that's it. So, toodles!

Decoding a Text/Tweet

Hi friends! For those of you reading who have my phone number and/or text me, or for those of you following me on Twitter, I'm sure you have seen my various ways of spelling things out/talking. If you have not, or even if you have, I'm going to give you some helpful hints to determine what kind of mood I'm in! (The reason I'm making this post is because I was talking to my mom about this the other day!)

Here we go!
"Okay"= everything is good/everything is normal
"Okay."= could be better, but it'll only last a few minutes
"Kay"= skating on thin ice there buddy.
"Kay."= the ice is literally cracking beneath your feet.
"K/K."= you're drowning & there is a good chance I will never talk to you again.
**I've never actually had to pull out the "K." on someone before**
"lol cool."=very sarcastic and usually annoyed about something

Another way to tell if I'm not very happy is my use of periods. If I put one word and then a period, there's a 99% chance I'm in a bad mood. I do use punctuation though. So if I have more that one sentence, I will use a period. I'm not a cave person.

I rarely swear like bad swears. When I say this, I mean like drop the eff-bomb. Words like bitch, crap, shit are fine, but when I drop the eff-bomb, I'm either frustrated or really really mad. (Except for when I'm driving. I tend to have road rage. Runs in the family!)

So that was how to tell if I'm in a bad mood. Let's move on to more interesting things!
If I ever use a backwards smiley face that is attached to the word, I'm usually flirting. For example, if I put "hahaa yeah(:" that's probably flirty depending on the conversation. I also use the backwards smiley face when I'm being friendly. So, if I text you that, don't assume I'm trying to date you. Normal smiles are just normal. I am a nice person hahaha

If I use double letters (ex: "hahaa") I'm in a good mood.
"haha" means that I either feel awkward or don't really find anything funny.
If I put "lol" something has to be funny. And if I put "lolololol" I'm actually laughing out loud.

That's really all I can think of right now. If I think of more, I'll letcha know! But for future references, you're welcome. Oh and if any of you wanna follow me on twitter, my username is @hayleyjohnson11 :)

Volleyball Marathon: Recovery

Hello all. As I have previously mentioned, Volleyball Marathon was on Friday Night. I realize that I probably have not explained this event very well. Volleyball Marathon is an event put on by my high school once every year. It's when you teams of ten go to the school at 6pm on a Friday night and spend all night playing volleyball at scheduled times against other teams. No one can leave until 7am the next morning. Most people don't sleep because then you miss your games and such. It sounds like hell, but it's actually really fun. Each team has their own t-shirts and names and stuff. It's great. 

Well, staying up all night has its downsides. Especially when you have to work the next day. So I was up all night. I didn't sleep at all from the time I woke up for school (6:20am). I had to be at work on saturday for like 9am and hate to work until 5pm. I knew that if I took a nap inbetween 7am & 9am that getting up for work would be 10x harder than if I just stayed up. So I did. So I go through work and it's like 5:15pm. Previously my friends had asked me if I wanted to go out on Saturday night and I was like sure! I completely forgot the Volleyball Marathon was on Friday. I couldn't cancel on them so I got ready to go out. By that time I was running on pure adrenaline. No sugar, no energy drinks, nothing. I didn't end up getting home and going to bed until 11:50ish on Saturday night. 

Calculate with me, if you will, the number of hours I stayed up. 6:20am ti 6:20am is 24 hours. then 6:20am to 6:20pm is another 12 hours. So now we're up to 36 hours without sleep. 6:20pm to 11:20pm is another 5 hours. And then another 30 minutes to get to 11:50pm. All together 24+12+5+0.5= 41.5 hours without sleep. This, my friends, is complete insanity and I do not recommend it. 

You'd think I would've slept all sunday too. Nope. I slept until 11:45-11:50am on Sunday morning. 12 hours. I slept a total of 12 hours after being up for 41.5. This is not okay. To this day, I am exhausted. I do have to applaud myself though. Even though I was up for that many hours without sleep, I was not cranky nor was I a bitch to anyone. Good job Hayley! Well, this is it. That is my story. Have a good night guys! 

Volleyball Marathon

So today's volleyball marathon. It's 13 hours at your school with all the idiots you don't like. Well that sounds like fun. Not. But it usually I love volleyball marathon. Not this year. So far, I've been hit with the ball twice- once in the back and once on the face. I've been yelled at for no reason and I've been told that if I became a cheerleader, one of my best friends wouldn't really talk to me anymore. Awesome...

Humanity

Today is just one of those days where I'm done with humanity. I have given up on almost everyone in the whole world today. Which is pretty shitty cause I'm gonna have to deal with these people allllll night long. #volleyballmarathonproblems

But seriously. You have the people complaining to me about volleyball marathon. Just an FYI, I'm not even the team captain. My team wants to bedazzle our shirts when though VOLLEYBALL MARATHON IS TONIGHT. And they all want to do something different. I just hate everyone.

Then you have people who are just so narcissist. Like some people need to think about the good of the group rather than just them. I don't know.

Then you have people who only care what other people think. They make their decisions based on what people are doing to think, how they're going to act, and/or what they are going to say. I don't know why. It just aggravates me because if it makes you happy, wouldn't you wanna do it?

People are just so strange and annoying and I don't know if it's just today or if everything is getting clearer now. God I hope it's only for today.

Opinions

Omg. I can't even like ugh! I don't understand why some people care what other people think. There's a good chance no one will know what I'm talking about and I don't feel the need to explain it. I'm just ranting right now.

Like why do you even care what people think? If it makes you happy, just do it. It's your life, not theirs. And you won't even hear it! I'll hear it! And I don't give a shit. Like okay.

Not only does this apply to my situation, a lot of people can learn from this. So you're welcome.

Face + Palm = Me

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Oh sorry, that was me hitting my head against the keyboard multiple times.

At this moment, I feel like the biggest idiot on the planet. It's unreal. Let me tell you what went down.

So for the past month or so, I've been really confused of what's been going on with this guy. It's not like we're talking, but it's not like friendzoned either. It was a flirtationship, if you will. Now, I don't know what to do. This girl that I work with kept telling me to ask him what's going on and/or where he sees this going. The thing is, I can't. #1- I'm not ballsy enough to do this sort of thing. #2- I'm not good at confrontation (angry confrontation, emotional confrontation, any kind of confrontation really). I do not like to do it because it does not sit very well with me. I get all nervous and shaky. I pretty much have a panic attack. #3- I didn't want to ruin a great friendship in doing this. So we were clocking off of work and I was texting the guy. So the girl that I work with took my phone and asked him what I wanted to know, but couldn't do. (In the midst of all this, I'm going into panic attack mode. AKA pacing, shaking, shallow breaths, etc). So in conclusion, the guy pretty much said that if circumstances were different, then maybe.

Where the banging my head against the keyboard thing comes into play is when I was talking to my other coworkers about this, one of them was like, "I could have easily help you out if you said something months ago!" ***The thing about this is, I don't like to tell many people at work things because like no one can keep a secret. So I'm not going to go broadcast this when I don't want my family knowing. PLUS I don't like putting myself out there if I am not at least 90% certain of the result.*** Then he started to make me all sad and stuff saying that it would never work and that maybe if I said something before maybe he'd still be here and all this other stuff that was not making me feel better. Not to mention I'm still in panic attack mode. THEN, the guy was like "sorry I'm a million miles away." Which made me realize when I was sitting in my car that I should've said something sooner and the I am indeed the stupidest, wimpiest person on the whole entire planet.

So the moral of the story is: If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be a wimp because it could come back to bite you in the ass later on.

I do realize that now.

Sensitivity / Morons

Hi there! So, today has not been the best day in the whole entire world. In fact, it has been pretty shitty. It was fine until biology and then the shit hit the fan from there. Let me explain for you guys.

So, I had a double block of AP bio today. We've been working with E.coli for the past week. Pretty dangerous stuff, let me tell you. Anyways, so while some people were in the back checking out the bacteria under the black light to see if the glo gene was successfully transmitted into it, two of my friends were looking out the door. One of my friend's girlfriend walked by to go to her locker. He and my other friend knocked on the glass and waved to her, but she looked and kept walking. Well, this made my friend (her boyfriend) kinda self conscience. He asked me if I would get upset if I was in that situation. I told him that I probably wouldn't and that it probably didn't register to her. Like, sometimes it doesn't hit me until after when people do that. He told me that she walked by twice and that it definitely registered. So I told him not to think anything of it, that she was probably having a bad day. Then, he got all upset and got his panties in a bunch and walked away. Like, if you don't want my opinion, don't ask for it. Take a chill pill.

After that class, I had a headache and I wasn't in a good mood anymore. I mean, our experiment didn't turn out right and I got yelled at for no reason. I was not in the mood to deal with anyone. But, I had another period and this one was with a teacher that I'm not too fond of. Fun.

Finally that class was over and I was leaving. I get in my car, and I back out of my parking space at school. I am coming around the corner to leave the parking lot, and a car cuts through a space going really fast and almost hits me! The car was legit flying. The thing is, they didn't slow down, didn't look to see if anyone was coming, didn't look at me after they almost hit me, didn't ask if I was okay, nothing. They kept the speed they were at and left the parking lot. Are you kidding me right now?! Other people saw this happen too. Even they were like 'dude!' But this person didn't care. Like at all. I said some explicit words in my car at that instant.

Then, I went to go to the Verizon Store to see if they could help me get an international plan for like a month. CAUSE I'M GOING TO SPAIN OVER APRIL VACATION!!! Anyways, they were absolutely no help. -_- They should know this stuff. They work at the Verizon Store! But no.

And now I have to go to work. I'm not in a very good mood, so people should just watch out. I kinda want someone to make my day better. Like come visit me or something. Well, that's it. Bye now!

PS! Good luck to the Girl's Varsity Basketball team for their first round of playoffs!