Bag of McDonald's

I don't know what to write about anymore. All I want to do is swoon but I am going to hold back because I have restrain on myself! (Kind of.)

Blah, I'm so happy. I feel like a bag of McDonald's all the time. (Trust me, that's a good feeling.)

I also wish someone would get on with the whole making teleportation reality thing because like, it's almost 2013 and what do we have to show for it? A couple hours a few times a week is not enough, but it's still wonderful. Everything is wonderful. I love scary movies now, but only in the right company.

Speaking of 2013, isn't the world supposed to end on December 21st of 2012? Is that still a thing or have people forgotten?

Also speaking of 2013, I have no idea what calendar to get this year. I always get one of those tree killer, day by day, flip calendar because it gives my day a purpose. Last years was Six-Word Memoirs, which have only been okay. I like the idea though. Dare to be different.

Once more about 2013, I have a lot to write in a sentimental, change of year post. Did I write one last year? Probably.

I am going to go dance in the moonlight now. But not really because baby it's cold outside.

Be nice to old people

The other day, my friend and I were at the mall. Let's call him Doug. Doug and I have been going to the mall everyday for our spare and our lunch periods to eat and browse and people watch. Consequently, between the hours of 10:30-12 there are so many old people. One day, while we were ordering, I turned around and just gazed about the elderly and made a joke about the sea of the aged going as far as the eye can see. It was hilarious.

Anyways, back to story time. We decided to get McDonald's and ordered our food. The one manager is not a very nice lady. She was okay with me, but then like outwardly judged Doug on his purchase. We gave a look like "What in the world" then continued waiting for our food. A nice old man was in line next. This is pretty much what happened:

Manager: Next.
Old Man: ....
Manager: Next!
Old Man: Looks to Doug and I, then at the manager. Oh, me? Points to himself
Manager: Yes. Rolls eyes dramatically.
Old Man: Unaffected, and perfectly cheery. Hey doll, (It's an old man, so it's not even creepy) I guess I will have a sausage breakfast sandwich. Are they still selling those?
Manager: Punches it in. Does not look up. I guess we'll see. Anything else?
Old Man: A senior black coffee with two creams and a sugar on the side.
Manager: Rolls eyes. Mumbles. Then it wouldn't be a black coffee. Speaks up. That's 2.99.
Old Man: Still not affected. Thanks, you can keep the penny, doll.

The whole thing just made me so mad. Like, you're a McDonald's manager. I understand you're working a shitty job. I understand that some customers are horrible. I understand that this is not your dream job. But it is your job lady. You're the manager. You should not be treating customers like this. Not the perfectly nice old men who could have brightened your day, but instead you decided to ruin his.

I can't even fathom how much shit an elderly person much go through in a day. This damn trip to McDonald's, alone might I add, may have been the single best thing to happen all week for this guy. Or maybe he comes everyday. I wish I could just apologize for her. I wish I would have stood up for him, but he seemed so unaffected as I was watching this entail. Maybe he's just simply used to it.

Be nice to old people. Go hug your grandparents. Smile to them walking by. Say good morning, or afternoon, or night. They have been here longer then us, and one day we may all become them. Just be nice to everyone. We don't know what they are going through.

This manager could have been having an off day. Maybe something our of her control. I just hope things get better for everyone. Why can't we all just get along?

News from real life

I just folded the piece of paper on my desk into a funnel shape so I could slide the cookie crumbs off of it and into my mouth. I then laughed at what my life has succumb to and thought I would post it here. I also love the word succumb. It seems like it would be a dirty word like scum, but it isn't. 

Today has been a wonderful day. Let me walk you through it:

I woke up at a reasonable hour and just stayed in bed for a while because I had the day off. I remembered two of my dreams. One involving me meeting Tina Fey, the other involving me not knowing how to do CPR correctly and killing a kid... Yes, fun times.

I then got up and had a shower, which I will gladly get into details about. I finally found the right amount of shampoo and conditioner to use so my hair dried really curly, but with like 2 seconds of quick straightening it was wonderful. I then got to work on my task for my Nannie's birthday, which is a slot machine... I will tell you all about my Nannie's super secret surprise party after it is done on Saturday... Anyways, that is going fairly horribly, but I am dealing. No one was home except my brother, so I was in the kitchen crafting this structure and singing Gotta Be You by One Direction because I can, and let me tell you, those yous are really hard to do, but I finally got it, so yes, I have that going for me.

Then my mother came home and we went to good old Walmart. I have been to Walmart far too much over the past week. This party is going to be the end of me. But I did get McDonald's! MCDONALD'S BITCHES. I then went home and watched 30 Rock and ate it. 

And then... Then things got even better. You're probably like, "Stephanie, are you fucking crazy!? How in the world does something beat eating McDonald's and watching 30 Rock!? It isn't possible you stupid bitch! You are so dumb!" First of all, calm your shit bro, because the only thing that can beat eating McDonald's whilst watching 30 Rock is watching a NEW episode of 30 Rock at 8, then a new Parks and Recreation, and then, wait for it, ANOTHER NEW EPISODE OF 30 ROCK AT 9!!!!!!!!!!

In both, BOTH, episodes of 30 Rock my name was said. Well, one was Stephanie, the other was Stephie. BUT STILL. Also, there was a part were Liz Lemon said she needed to find a new best friend and I yelled at the TV, "I will be you're best friend!" I'm not even embarrassed. 

I have an English exam tomorrow. I have to go learn English. 

P.S. I think I figured out my life, but that's another post. Suspense much? I know you're hanging of my every word, so yes.