my innocent oblivion.

dear friends/amis/amigos
(it's called the gift of tongues. no big deal.)

i consider myself to be fairly downtoearth/real/aware/perceptive. however, i do have my spacedout/zonedout/imtootiredtobealive/what,reallifewhat? moments.

today, i had one of these innocent oblivion moments.

story time!

heres what went down:
***before we start, i may have dramatized the conversational tone just a schiff. (schiff: adj; when you get a smidge of sour cream on your face, you might say you got "a schiff" of sour cream. on your face.) <--10 points if you were the one who created this quote. my whole day was made. ***

there i was, just sitting at work, listening to some one direction, probably eating something, but i don't remember for sure. copy. paste. copy. paste. copy. paste.
(its an arduous job.)
suddenly, my old team lead calls my attention and says: 'hey, kailey, you wonderful employee. you know the guy who sits beside you?"
to clarify: cliff wasn't present at this time.
"why, yes." i replied. "indeed i do know this guy that you speak of."
"well. he has recently voiced complaints about you." (pause for dramatic effect- this pause may or may not have happened in real life.) she then continued: "you never laugh at his jokes. he thinks he's really funny... he's also a little full of himself."
suddenly, the boy who sits on the other side of kailey (who's name has slipped kailey's mind at the moment) spoke up.
"it's true." he proclaimed. "he has also spoken with me of this concern of his."

end story time.

so. here's the deal.

there are a couple of possible explanations of what's really going down if i'm ever near you, and not giving any indication that i'm paying attention to you.

a. i really am paying attention, probably even mocking/responding/laughing at your conversation in my head.
b. i'm listening to one direction
c. i'm too zoned out to care or remember that there are other humans around.
d. a nice mixture of all of the above. 

usually the answer is d. 

however, in this case, i really had no idea that this boy had been making laugh worthy jokes.
oops.
sorry, amigo.
happy birthday, pal. (today was his birthday.)
(he doesnt read my blog. he'll probably never see that. what evs. its the thought that counts.)

***p.s- because of my passive aggressively competitive nature, i am now aware of every funny thing this boy says, and am determined not to laugh.
but suddenly? it's all hilarious.
crap.

now, time for: reasons why kailey's roommate is perfect:

1. during general conference, as one of the apostles was talking about uncontrollable appetites (in relation to sin, not food,) lovely roommate texted me, and said "uncontrollable appetites. that might be our problem." (in relation to food not sin.)
2. when i told her the 'cliff' story, she said, "is he attractive?" i proceeded to tell her that while he's not an unattractive boy, i feel no romantic inclinations towards him. her reply? : "then it doesn't even matter. you just keep listening to your music!" <-- if that's not undeniable logic, i don't know what is.

in other news:

• denver and hannah met. in real life! what a perfect little coincidence.
• i realized how close barnes and noble is. i've made a habit of visiting.
• myparentssentmehomefromconferenceweekendwithfoodandaprinter! ihaveafullbellyandsomeneatlyprintedassignments!
• i'm thinking tomorrow will be the day that i look into officially declaring myself as a french major! fantastique!
• i got to skip my ward fhe (shoot. i missed another game night!) (sarcasm.) (praise the heavens. i missed game night!!!) and go to fhe with my french class. we ate food. watched a french movie. and i thoroughly enjoyed it.

anyway. i definitely should have been in bed an hour ago.
bonne nuit.
buenas noches.
good night.