Laughing with God

is the title of one of Regina's songs. I could go into how much depth and accuracy that songs has but I won't.
Instead I am going to talk about me...ha. Jokes.

But really.

Now I understand God has a lot to do. He created world after world {I am struggling with 16 credits, 20 hrs of work, and roommate drama so I don't know how He does it.} so I can see how stressful and demanding that job must be.  Now He could probably have all the entertainment and fun He wants to relieve this stress because c'mon, He is God! 

He could create a half horse half cruise ship vehicle that flew faster then the speed of light and then jet around the universe with Ghandi and Benjamin Franklin while eating sushi and playing Mario Kart Wii on the giant HD flat screen with surround sound and....yah anyways... 

No no, it would be much funner to just make life awkward for people and watch them stumble around trying to deal with it. 

It's like cable for Him. {not that I am belittling or saying that God does not love us, I know He does!} Sometimes you are in the mood for action, sometimes for romance, but for most of the time it is either comedy or drama. 

God is probably really stressed out about something because in the last week or so some pretty weird and awkward moments have happened....

For example: I got in a fight with this "random chick" {who will not be named because mentioning her name gets my blood boiling} who, after much researching {I googled it.} I have diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder.

"Individuals with DPD see relationships with significant others as necessary for survival [even if it means back stabbing your best friend just for ONE night of fun]."

source: wikipedia.com

{I can edit Wikipedia anytime anyways so that comment might as well be true...}

It goes on to talking about the disorder and by just skimming it I am pretty sure that "random chick" has it. Poor thing, all along we thought it was just because she was easy-going, fun-loving, and really attractive when, truth be told, she had a disorder. 

Anywayyys I got in a fist fight over texting with "RC" and not to toot my own horn or anything but I am pretty sure I won. :) 

I'll spare you the details of the crime committed but one important fact to note is that there was a third party involved. This third party doesn't know that "RC" has a disorder {it's probably hereditary..} or that he was somewhat the main reason for our texting fist fight.

Moving on, Third party doesn't know but LO AND BEHOLD, I run into Third party on campus. On the fourth floor of the JKB in a computer lab tucked away at the corner of the building at exactly 2:48 pm the day after my victorious win in a fist fight with "RC" of which Third party kinda caused. 

Funny? Sure.

Awkward? You betcha. 

Justin Baby, I mean Bieber.

It was my friend's, Emily, birthday today. We went out to lunch with her at India Palace (which is super good, if you like Indian food and all) and then we decided to go to Yozone for dessert. 

It was the usual frozen yogurt experience. I got the usual stuff and as we were waiting in line to pay, Justin Bieber's "One less lonely girl" came on. 

I know his songs, I know the lyrics, and I sing to them. 

Does not mean I like him. 

Me: "I don't know how I feel about a 13 yr old telling me how he is going to make me one less lonely girl.."

Girl working at Yozone: "he is actually 16, and I love him." *Giggles and blushes*

Me: "He has to be like 14 or 15..or younger"

Yozone girl: "Yah, it's like Tina Fey said on that SNL skit, "I don't know if I want to make love to him or push him around in a stroller..."".

Me : walking out of the store.

It was probably the worst confession I have ever heard. It is funny now that I think back on it but at the moment I was thinking, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" 

She had to be at least a junior in college if not older. 

Thank you, Crazy-Yozone-working-Justin-Bieber-Lover.