too awkward for college.

so there's this kid in my french class, right ?
and he has friends.
and he usually sits with those friends, and talks with those friends, and partners up with those friends during class.

usually :
french teacher : "okay class, everyone turn around and work with a partner."
*everyone partners up and kailey is left awkward and alone in the back of the classroom.*
*teacher comes over to make awkward small talk with kailey and make sure she is doing okay, and understanding the assignment.*

bonjour, yes, i'm fine it's just that there is an odd number of kids in this class and kailey doesn't know any of these classmates. but like, that's fine. kailey likes to work alone.

however, recently the aforementioned kid with friends has taken to sitting in front of kailey, instead of with his friends. (which is kind of unfortunate because he is quite tall, and i am...significantly less tall.)

anyway.

he still talks to his friends from across the classroom. 
but now, every time the teacher says
"okay class, everyone turn around and work with a partner."
the kid turns around immediately like "okay kailey let's get this over with" (...okay, he doesn't actually say that but the unspoken words are practically tangible.)

every.
time.

and the teacher glances over at kailey and the boy every once in a while, with what i could swear is a hint of pride in his eyes.

okay look :

1. the kid has other friends. he doesn't need to partner with kailey.
2. the only time he talks to kailey is when the teacher tells everyone to find a partner.
3. as a sort of unspoken rule, byu boys don't talk to kailey. like ever. [iamnotexaggerating.]

...basically : i'm like 80 percent sure that my french teacher has bribed this boy into being my partner, because he feels like i'm just that pathetic awkward.

lol.
i'm too awkward for college. 

at this point, i've just accepted the fact that my life is an awkward comedy show that exists purely to entertain the rest of the world.

that's okay though.
because 120 days from now, i'll be in paris, so like....
nothing else really matters anymore.

....also i'd just really like to take this moment to ask : why the freaking heck does everyone in provo think "game nights" are a good idea ? like do you honestly get enjoyment out of playing stupid board games with a big group of people you don't even know ?

look i'm sorry but i don't see the enjoyment in that, okay ?

i need to get out of provo.

anyway.
life is fine.
at least i have a job again.

please enjoy this short clip that is basically a depiction of my life in provo :

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worst day.

ironic little bugger:

today was the actual worst day of my life. 

the light bulb exploded in my bathroom this morning. probs should've taken that as a bad omen.

so like,
apparently my parking pass had expired.
and i had a boot.
on my tire.
but i had no idea....
until i started driving and cruuuuunch. that sound shouldn't be happening. okay great. look. a boot.

so i called the boot removal place.
"okay that'll be 60$. we'll be there in half an hour."
....*kailey waiting outside in the freezing cold*
*checks phone call history.* [57 minutes later. no sign of boot removal man.]
*calls boot removal man*
"hi, i called about an hour ago, and was told someone would be here to remove the boot on my car within 30 minutes."
"well, it certainly hasn't been an hour!"
okay look weenie, check my phone call history, it has been 57 minutes, so yeah, i guess you're right. it's been 3 minutes short of an hour but you know what you're still 27 minutes late.

anyway. he finally got here.

boot removal man: "okay, so you broke the boot....um...so i'll actually have to charge you 225$. not 60$."

boot removal man: "wow, the boot is stuck. i might have to take your tire off."

boot removal man: "shoot, looks like the boot is stuck in your breaks. your tire won't come off..."

boot removal man: "this is probably the second worst case i've ever worked on."

boot removal man: "congratulations, this is actually the worst case i. have. ever. worked. on."

boot removal man: "well i can't get the boot off, and i can't get your tire back on. so i'm just going to leave."

*kailey says a lot of bad words in her head*
*kailey cries a little bit*
*kailey complains to quentin.*

*dad calls and talks to boot removal man.*

boot removal man: "oh look...the tire came off!"

boot removal man: "i'm sorry, i understand, this is inconvenient for me too."

okay no, weenie, you're actually getting paid right now, so if you could just go stick your head in  a toilet or something....

....and that's how i became a murderer.

anyway.
alex and i finally made it home for lunch.
at 6.

the moral of the story might be that i am an angry crier. or that sometimes you just need a hug when idiots have no idea how to fix your tire. or maybe the moral of the story is it's important to have a good husband who will comfort you on your worst days. (merci.)

whatevs. at least my mom made me a cake. (the actual moral of the story is probably that cake makes everything a little less bad.)

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