Tag Archive | awkward

This is actually me.

When I was watching this (during lunch:

My classmate: “HI EMILY HOW ARE YOU DOING!!!”

Me: “hi.” (directly translates to: “get out of here, I’m trying to watch a funny video in which a hot British guy is talking about his social awkwardness. Get out of here”)

Yup.

Until next time, Em 🙂

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Hopefully grunting isn’t a motif of Shakespeare’s plays…

Today in English class we had a sub, which is really lucky (seeing as it’s the first day back and that teacher is freaking scary). We’re currently reading As You Like It by Shakespeare, which is totally over my head. I have no idea what’s happening. But there are some pretty exciting things that happen in that play, I’ll tell you that much.

We were listening to an audio book of the play in class, and then we came upon an… interesting… scene. Two of the characters are wrestling (don’t ask me why) and in the play, there is literally one line dedicated to the event. ONE LINE. 

The audio book, though? Not so much. There was grunting. For a full one and a half minutes. The characters said a few lines in between the grunts, but did we actually hear what they were saying? Nope. We were too focused on the GRUNTS. The sub had to turn down the sound, it was so loud. We were all hiding behind our books, laughing about the hilarity of the event.

I feel so sorry for the sub. Seriously, you help out in an Honors Brit Lit class and expect to read a play and talk about it, but no. Grunting audio books. Seriously. I’m actually happy that we had a sub, because seriously, having a 75 year old (nun) teacher having to sit though 1.5 min of that with us laughing our heads off? I don’t know if she would make it out alive.

I was telling my friends about it after class, and it just so happened that these friends have a class right next to us at the same time. Apparently they could hear the whole thing (though not the grunting) because they were having quiet group activities. Yup.

Until next time, Em 🙂

That awkward moment when…

That awkward moment when you’re working on a writing assignment in English class and your teacher announces “you can work alone or with a partner” and you look over at your friend… and she looks over at you… and then looks around the rest of the room. So much for that… sigh.

Pro of working alone: you can write a blog post instead of working… *cough cough*

Con of working alone: you have to come up with all the ideas… which is hard when you hate English class and all you can think is this:

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Yep. My life in a nutshell.

Until next time, Em 🙂

That awkward moment when…

1. Your sorta-friend who called you screwed up wishes you “happy birthday” on Facebook – and messes up your age

2. Your friend took her senior picture, and has so much makeup on that she looks like a Barbie – and I don’t mean this as a compliment

Also, I MADE THE CHOCOLATE LAYER FOR MY ICE CREAM CAKE!!! It’s a bit runny – the freezer bowl must not have  been frozen enough, which is weird seeing as it was in the freezer for 12 hours!

Until next time, Em 🙂

This is why guys should never dress nicely…

This meme pretty much explains my life at the moment…

Like, seriously.

Today at orchestra, I talked to this really cute guy. He forgot his music last week, and I saw it as a perfect opportunity to talk to him. Just keep in mind, I will exaggerate quite a bit in this post.

Me: “Hey, did you lose your music? Someone forgot theirs last week”

Him: “Well would you look at that! It is mine!”

My brain: “WOW, CAN YOU BE ANY MORE ADORABLE? AND OF COURSE IT’S YOURS, YOU AND I ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE CELLO SECTION THAT TAPE OUR MUSIC. AND I RECOGNIZE YOUR HANDWRITING FROM YOUR FACEBOOK COVER PICTURE. NOT LIKE I STALKED YOU OR ANYTHING…” *manic laugh*

Me: “Cool” *walks away, drool dripping down my face*

—later—

My friend: “I wonder what his hair feels like?” (he uses gel)

Me: “Let’s touch it” (Finding Nemo moment right here – and I dislike that movie with a very strong passion btw)

My friend: “During break!”

Me: “Sounds good”

My brain: “I WANT TO TOUCH IT NOW!!! IT LOOKS SO SOFT AND ASDFJKL CAN I JUST TOUCH IT RIGHT NOW PLEASE PLEASE”

—later—

My brain: “IT IS BREAK TIME. CAN I PLEASE GO TOUCH HIS HAIR NOW?!”

My friend: *talks about things not pertaining to his beautiful hair*

—later—

Me: *packing up cello and music*

Him: *packing up cello and music right next to me* (my case was right by his – coincidence or not, you decide ;))

Me: “What does your hair feel like?”

Him: “UNICORN HAIR”

My brain: “MARRY ME RIGHT NOW”

My friend: “What do you use in your hair?”

Him: “I never wash my hair, so just grease and dandruff”

My brain: “HE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR, ALL SYSTEMS ABORT AND MARRY HIM”

Me: “hehehe”

—later—

Me: *putting away chairs and cleaning up band room*

Me: “Can I feel your hair?”

Him: *slowly walks away, with scared look in his eyes*

My brain: “HEHEHE YOU HAVE HIM CORNERED!!! TOUCH HIS HAIR NOW!!!”

Me: *touches his hair*

Me: “ooh soft!”

—later—

My friend: “So what’s your name?”

Him: “[insert awesome name here]”

My brain: “WELL OF COURSE I KNEW THAT… THE CONDUCTER ASKED YOU TWICE IN THE LAST FEW WEEKS. AND YOU KNOW, IT SAYS ON THE SEATING CHART. AND ON YOUR FACEBOOK”

Me: “How tall are you?”

Him: “Six foot”

My brain: “HOLY MUSTACHES. I’M FIVE FOOT TALL… THAT’S TWELVE INCHES TALLER THAN ME!!!”

—later—

Him: *walks down hall with mom and sister*

Me: “They look nothing alike!”

My friend: “They’re definitely not siblings”

My brain: “WELL YOU KNOW… HIS SISTER OR WHOEVER WAS IN YOUR ORCHESTRA LAST YEAR, AND SINCE YOU STILL HAVE THE PROGRAM FROM A CONCERT, LOOK HIS LAST NAME UP AND SEE IF SHE HAS THE LAST NAME AS HIM!”

Me: *drools*

Yep, guys should really not be able to wear perfect-pants (not too tight, not too loose – European guys have this style down)… and button down shirts, and perfect-shirts (not too tight, not too loose)

Until next time, Em 🙂