no, you don't understand.

so.
lately, i feel like my life is just full of, "no, you don't understand"'s.

it all started with, picture this:
kailey was invited out for food with some work people.
work people started talking about "awkward moments."
i'm really good at staying quiet, but especially when awkward moment discussions come up. (unless i'm with kassidy and/or mariah. because...well. they actually do understand.)
anyway. don't you worry: work people did not overlook kailey.
"kailey, what's your most awkward moment ?"

haha. ha. ha. hahaha. ha. 

no. you don't understand.
kailey's life and awkward moment are basically synonymous.
like guys the awkward just doesn't really end. ever.
like, i actually can't just pick one moment, because the moments all kind of blur together into one big awkward ball of kind of weird, kind of great, super quirky kailey life. so that's fun.

buuut, really ? it's totes not even a problem, because it keeps life.... interesting. (pffft. and they say i'm not an optimist !)

okayokayokay.
next.
people keep asking me, "what's up ?!"
and i'm just like, "oh, you know, just living the dream !"
and they're like, "ouch, i feel ya."
and i'm like, "wait, no. you don't understand. that was a whole lot less sarcastic than it sounded."

because look. at. this:

• 61 days until paris. (please excuse the official blog countdown widget little thing. it's a bit off.)
• 159 days until australia. australia ! ohmygosh. australia.
• my daddy loves me and bought me some sexy steve madden boots. two pairs, mes amis. ---------------------------------------->
• thanks daddy <3
• i got a cookie at work the other day, for being a good worker. 
• no. you dont understand. i. love. cookies. love them.
• i have a pretty okay fine its boring but still decent job. and i get to work in french. which i sometimes love, and sometimes i just end up wondering if i actually know any french. (don't worry, i do.)
• i get to go see wicked tomorrow. yesssssssssss.

no, you don't understand. i'm literally living the dream. la vie est belle. 

next.

today at work i had a meeting with my team lead.

i'm a great worker. i exceed expectations almost everywhere.

but. um. ha. he did make a goal for me: try and initiate a conversation with people at work at least every. other. day..... (apparently people have legitimately asked him if i talk.) 

ha. haha.

no stop you don't understand.

i don't do well with the whole....."people" *shudders* thing.

like i actually don't know how to talk to other people. like, how do you even do that ? like...like...what ? talk to people that aren't my parents or roommates ? um.

and my mother is loving this team lead --i mean, i like him fine too, other than his bad jokes--because: sometimes ha makes me participate in games. and like, talk to people. 

she thinks i need to "work on my social life" and "get some friends" and "talk to people my own age" and "go on dates"

she also thinks i need to clean my room more often but that's irrelevant. 

ugh. mothers. (don't worry mom. i still love you.)

also.

in australia- i'll get to hold a koala !

no. you don't understand !

one time, someone told me that koalas are actually my spirit animal, because, quote : "they're cute, but they can be vicious. like you !) 

so i've looked into this whole koala thing. they sleep like, 18 hours a day, are very territorial and antisocial...

wait, what ? i think i'm a koala.

so basically, i'm like, so so so so so excited to get to hold one of those little furballs. (look at how cute their freaking noses are okay ?)

and like seriously ? look at this koala :

this koala and i, we are one. i feel deeply connected to this picture. like i think someone was trying to picturify (shh. its totes a word, okay ?) my life when they drew this. because : freaking koala on the eiffel tower. 

it's me. i feel it. 

oh yeah. and.
no. you don't understand. if you wear shorts under skirts/dresses, skirts/dresses actually become comfortable ! i was shocked too.

oh. and. i bore my testimony in french the other week during my talk at church.
no. you don't understand : i don't mind giving talks. like i just doodle all over some paper, jot down a few quotes and bam. i give my talk.  like it doesn't even make me nervous.
but apparently, bearing my testimony in french does make me nervous. but hey ! on the bright side: i didn't like, forget french or anything. sweet relief.

....so, do you understand now ?
no. probably not. but that's okay. at least i showed you a super sweet picture of a koala on the eiffel tower. right ?

hooray for friday tomorrow !
have a good one, mes amis.
<3