Dear people who hate interviews...

I do too.
Not necessarily hate, more like I get super nervous. Mainly because I'm scared I'm going to say the wrong thing. I'm very good at talking to people but, when it involves ANYTHING around me being put into a position or even role (auditions scare me too) I feel scared. Honestly, I hate talking about my self. And that's basically what interviews are all about. Bragging.

Dear People Who Like or Have Perfect Eyebrows..

I like them too.
In fact I've heard multiple times that I have them. :D Yay me! Regardless if I do or not, my boyfriend has them. It's like impossible not to notice them. The most impressive thing is he does them himself. Ya know, like plucks or waxes them. Truth is, I'm not sure which he does. But! It makes me so proud!

So, since we're on the subject of eyebrows, guess who has a story? Bet you can't guess. Yupp, me.

Remember how I said I have two jobs? Well, I work at Jason's Deli for my other job. I'm a cashier.

Tangent time!! So, our uniforms consist of these ugly tan baseball caps. That's it, I'm done with the tangent.

So, this girl walks up, never seen her in my life and this is how the convo goes...

Girl: Oh hey! You have like perfect eyebrows.
Me: Uh.....I'm wearing a hat, you can't see them.
Her: We're friends on Facebook.
Awkward..

Looks like I need to re-think my Facebook values.

Dear People Who Are Scared Of Homeless People...

I'm scared too.
For reasons outside of my knowledge they like to talk to me.

In order to tell this story I'll have to explain a little. I quit my job at Village Inn and shortly after got a job as a makeup artist at a store called, "Merel Normans." It's basically like all the other makeup stores. I do makeovers and sell makeup.
That being said..

I'm working in this makeup shop and it's sloooow! Out of nowhere a lady who smells terribly of smoke and looks like she used crayons for makeup walks in. She looked around, seeming lost. I stand up and say, "Can I help you?" Assuming she was gonna ask for a bathroom. She walks right up to me, her face about three inches away from mine, she says, "A makeover!" And then she gets a huge cheesy smile on her face one that only had a few teeth left.
My eyes must've gotten big or I looked scared. Because, she backed away. I then proceeded to tell her that you have to make an appointment for a makeover. She did so.

Then, for the next hour we'd be walking around the store and she'd pick up random products and say, "Out of curiosity, how much is this?" After hearing the price, she'd joke about marrying a doctor or a lawyer. I was sure I was going to get mugged or shanked. That was the scariest hour I've ever experienced, ever.

Dear People..I haven't blogged in awhile. UPDATE!

So, yeah, yeah. I know. I haven't blogged in awhile. Mostly because I'm a poor college student without an accessible computer, besides at my school. But, they have everything blocked at school for websites.

Anyways, lots has happened mostly funny stuff, or stuff I think is funny.

So, let me start by....saying I moved out of the house (parents house) and in with my brother downtown in an apartment. Being car-less is such a pain when living downtown but, also quite convenient because, of the trax (Utah's kind of subway.)

Anyways, so I'm working a few jobs and going to school part time. So, I came home way late some nights.

I gotta go on a tangent to make this story make sense... Ready? Go! If anyone knows me they know creepers are attracted to me, in fact I have creeper stories HERE in my blog. For reasons oblivious to my knowing they all seem to sniff me out and try to talk to me or hit on me. Never leaving even when I'm rude. People always say, "But, Anna. Just don't make eye contact." Yeah, well that clearly doesn't work with me. If someone is staring me down I'm gonna look at them with a dirty look and maybe even give them the, "What?!" word and attitude.

So anyways, one late night after I got off of work I climb onto the trax grumpy, dirty, and tired. We go a couple stops and then a huge group of people clamber on and I happen to make eye contact for a split second with this 6' foot tall, old, heavy, stinky and sweaty, 45 year old HOBO! Not just a lower class person. A hobo, with his life on his back. I quickly look away trying to force NO eye contact. Empty seat next to me, guess where he sits? I bet you can't guess. Yupp! Right next to me. I'm being pushed all the way up against the window and holding my breath purposefully so, I can't smell him. He leans over his sweat dripping on me and says, "What's your name?" politely and without breathing I reply, "Anna."

I'm sure by now you're all thinking, "Why did you tell him your name?!" Well, I'll tell you why...

He smiles at me with the couple of teeth he has and says, "That's a lovely name." I nod and say thanks. I quickly look at my phone, trying to ignore him. At of nowhere he all of a sudden breaks out in loud song. Guess what song? Ok, I'll just tell ya. America The Beautiful. But instead of saying "America" he put my name in there. I was horrified. See, in the end it doesn't matter what name I used, still embarrassing.

Can you guess who got off the next stop? Yupp, me.