I've never been one to follow directions. I recall as a child, to me, following directions was for the tards but I often found myself to be the tard in the end. Case in point, grade school. One of the class room assignments was to look up the state/country flag of where you were born and recreate it. I was born in the Philippines. I looked up the flag and thought it wasn't good enough. It didn't say badaboom! when you looked at it so I began looking up flags that appealed to me. Well I found one, I finished coloring it and when all my classmates were done, one by one we all presented the flag. When it was my turn, my teacher had a confused look on her face, which then became sour.

"Emmalyn was born in the United States Marine Corps."

The entire class cracked up laughing. My face turned a bright shade of red, and my teacher had me redo the flag assignment [just remember I was only a little kid]. During parent teacher conferences, the main issue was me not following directions or that I talked too much.

I still refuse to follow directions...though not to that extent. I can't stand paper directions you receive when there is a need to assemble something. I'll have you know that I assembled most of my furniture MYSELF without following the directions. My pine mission style futon and desk were put together by yours truly. Sure there are spare screws and some metal thingamajigs left over that I keep in a huge tool box, but hell, no one has ever wiped out sitting on the futon, and I'm typing on the desk right now.

What prompted this post, the early birthday present I gave to myself. My iPod shuffle. I LOVE IT by the way. It's very tiny, and it came with DIRECTIONS. I think I skimmed through it once, then just did a plug and play. I made a few little errors to which my friend C notified me of.

"You're not suppose to take the iPod out of the computer if the light is blinking."

"Ooops. I already did that."

"Don't do it again. Did you read the directions?"

"No, I'm a retard when it comes to directions."

"What do you mean?"

"I hate following directions."

Dead silence.

So yeah, I hate directions and yes, I know I'm a retard.


*In other Emma news...

Today I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I've had to do two different jobs [since fav. officemate left], I've been trying to get paperwork ready for my LTC renewal, taxes, and just trying to organize my work week.

Fav. officemate dropped by during lunch, I had been on the floor with papers strewn about, researching, when all of a sudden I felt something touch my ass. She's lucky she has the reflexes of a cat otherwise she woulda been on the floor unconscious. It was really nice, she dropped by to say hi and we ended up having lunch at McDonalds, the food of the babes.

This evening I met up with K and J at their favorite restaurant. They had a few friends with them which she introduced me to. I decided to leave because I was so tired and when I said my goodbyes, one of the guys shook my hand and said, "It was very nice meeting you." In turn I said, "Thank you."

THANK YOU?!?! What the hell was that about? I KNOW I wanted to say, "Nice meeting you, too." But for some reason, "Thank you," spewed forth. GAH!

I'm goin' to bed.