I’m kind of anxious to get to bed tonight. It hasn’t been the most wonderful day an I’m very much wanting to put a close to it. It wasn’t anything major, just the usual really. I didn’t sleep well and nothing really goes right when you’re tired. My lunch was lacklustre, my supper exploded all over my back pack, smelled revolting and I didn’t end up eating it. So, tired and hungry makes Lauren cranky. Plus, I swear my bag weighed somewhere around 35 pounds today.
I did however find something to puzzle over. We were presenting our “in our voice” pieces tonight. Most people read stories that had happened to them. One girl who went up was discussing the topic of believing and not believing. She talked about not believing in love, friendship, trust, all the big ones. I didn’t really think twice about it. When she said she didn’t believe in make-believe and magic, that stuck with me. She explained that she does believe in things, just that her belief has changed and that it’s fluid. It’s weird for me because I’ve always believed in magic and make-believe and I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I mean, I’m going on twenty one soon. If I haven’t grown to hate or even doubt it yet, I don’t think I will. And I don’t want to. I think more people have to keep believing in magic.
Anyway, on to a topic I brought up the other day. Rocky Mountain Oysters. They are in fact bull testicles. So... if I’m correct in assuming, I think Dreamfarm Girl had alluded to something of that nature. Why is this important? Because I’m introducing another conversation I had at work.
Ed: Are you hungry tonight Lauren? (He always asks if I’m hungry, it’s so nice.)
Lauren: A little bit.
Ed: What do you want?
Lauren: Whatever you feel like cooking. (I hate making a fuss)
[long pause. Ed was doing something at one end of the kitchen; I was washing dishes at the other.]
Ed: So, you want to try some rocky mountain oysters?
[I already knew what they were so, haha! he wasn’t going to get me on that one.]
Lauren: Uh... no thanks.
Ed: You know that’s bull testicles right? You don’t want to eat cow balls?
Lauren: On the other hand... that’s probably the closest balls are ever going to get to my mouth.
The conversation kind of closed there because we both started laughing. I don’t think he was expecting me to say that and honestly, I still can’t believe that I did. For anyone who didn’t know, there are a lot of penis and sex jokes exchanged in the kitchen. I don’t think my place of work is an isolated case either.
Well, now that I’ve shared that proud moment with you, I’m off to bed.