Damn Song

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So I literally just wasted two hours of my life trying to upload a song onto here for y’all to listen to while you read out my life problems. So it’s pretty much impossible for me to even download a song off of iTunes, let alone upload a song from iTunes onto here. Oh well. I really hate computers. I’m like as literate as a Grandma with these freaking things.
The song I was going to upload was “On The Brightside” by Never Shout Never. Great song :] too bad my computer is all stupid and stuff. It also took me foreverrrr to even pick out a background that actually looked decent and to where you can still read the text.

Gah, I’m blabbering. Sorry.

So why don’t I tell you about my little band practice today? It was utterly AWKWARD. Without my wingman Sadie by my side, I was unusually quiet. Especially when Anthony came and sat by me during our break. I was all just like “uhh…” and then kinda leaned back all awkwardly.
Umm, yeah. I freaking suck at this whole boy thing. I mean, the guy flirted with me constantly and all that whiz for for 3 weeks, and then just decides to stop!! It’s so confusing.
Ahh, I’m blabbing again. It is three in the morning after all.

Ooo, I do have an interesting story to tell though! At band practice today, I was just happily playing my vibraphone when at the corner of my eye, I see a cockroach crawling just inches from my foot. I hate bugs. I really really hate bugs. But I couldn’t just stop playing, the teacher was standing right there in front of me watching my technique. So as I was silently freaking out in my head, I slowly inched my foot to stomp on the bug. But of course since I was playing vibraphone, I only had the use of one leg….. So I fell. On my face. Right in front of the teacher and everybody else.
Very awkward. Oh so very awkward.

My friend is snoring next to me right now. I wonder if she knows she snores.

Anyways, question of the day:

What’s your oh-so-awkward-fall-on-your-face story?

My heart is bro…

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The people that judge you at your hardest times shouldn’t even deserve to see you at your brightest moments. Ditch those bitches, and just pull through, because no matter what people will judge. What is determined is how you handle it.

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My heart is broken and it will never mend. I have accepted that I must continue on this path I chose, but that does not mean I have to like it. It is true that I have awesome children, awesome family and awesome friends and for that, I am grateful. I have accepted the fact that a man will never again look into my eyes and love me for who I am. I know that I will never again be held in strong arms or kissed until I feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I am not a stupid person. I know those days of feeling special are over. Please stop telling me “At least you have your children” or “at least you still have your parents.” I know this, but there are different types of love. A husband is someone you become a part…

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Most Awkward Moment of my Entire Life.

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  So, I’m just sitting here on the couch being a bum in my little booty shorts enjoying the marathon of Awkward, when my mom rushes into the room and says that there was a big wreck at the front of our neighborhood, and asked if I wanted to go see it with her. Seeing as it sounded somewhat interesting, I quickly clicked the TV to pause and rushed to my room to change into decent clothing. But in my rush I picked everything BUT decent. Btw, the reason I felt like I needed to be decent was that Kade’s house just happened to be at the front of the neighborhood. Don’t ask why I felt the need to show up there, knowing he was going to be there, I just did. Maybe just to piss him off because he lied to me. Anways, where was I? Oh yes, in my rush I picked a VERY awkward outfit. The first thing I pulled on was a pair of Nike shorts that didn’t do my legs any justice, and a little too small of a sweatshirt… bu HECK, it was my favorite sweatshirt! Anyways, as I took the route to the front of the neighborhodd a.k.a the route to Kade’s house, I self-conciously kept pulling at my too small of a sweatshirt, and too baggy of Nike shorts. At least my Nike shorts absolutly drove Kade mad with lust whenever I wore those anyways, so I guess that’s a plus. But as I rounded the corner to the front of my neighborhood, I imediatly stopped short when seeing him. But I pushed myself, and kept walking… on shaky legs of course. I know this all sounds a bit cliche, but it’s my life. All cliche and awkward. Why did I let him have that effect on me anyways though? Before I had even reached the neighborhood sign where my parents stood with some other curious neighbors, I was getting three certain death glares from Kade’s sister and her groupies. Kera, Ivee, and some chick that had a super-duper bad haircut. Talk about immature. They give ME the death glares, when it was HER brother that lied to me and fooled me so mercefully? Okay, enough with all the drama. I don’ get in that shit, although girls seem to love to drag me into it when I barely even know them, let alone ever talk to them. I should so go post a status on facebook about how bitchy girls are, and make sure they know it’s clearly about them. Lol, just kidding. I wish I had those guts, but honestly, bitchy and trashy just isn’t me.

  This post was about how awkward it was to see my x-boyfriend who I didn’t have one of the happiest break ups with, but somehow it turned out to be about how bitchy some girls can be. Praise the lord to guy friends, I’m in for it.

   My legs were still feeling like jell-o as I just turned around and walked back home after standing there awkwardly in my awkward sweatshirt and shorts. And my heart was still pounding as I quickly opened my laptop and began to write while the feelings were still fresh on me.

 Gosh darnit, why do I always get myself in all these awkward situations?

 

-SkinnnyAwkwardGirl

Awkward Facebook Message

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Hey there. My first blog post… awesome right? I have no freaking idea how this shiz works. One second I’m creating a wordpress blog and then the next second it says gravatar? I don’t even know. And a few seconds there I was thinking I was a whiz with computers because I could connect my stubborn little laptop to the wifi when everybody else gave up on it months ago. But, I think I finally figured it out… sort of. Anyways, what this blog will contain… well, have you ever seen the show “Awkward.” on MTV? It’s gonna be a lot like that. A new season is coming up soon and today I’ve sat on the couch and cringed everytime Sadie came onto the screen… yah, there was a marathon playing. Still is, I believe, but I have it on pause because I suddenly got inspired to create a blog. Mostly because I can relate so much to the show, “Awkward.” I even have a enemie named Sadie. Only thing different is that Sadie is considered my best friend, when in the show they are clearly enemies. Yeah, I kind of have a secret hatred for my “best friend”. She’s just so… agh. I’ll get to that later.  

  So, to explain the title. I am currently logged into facebook right now and ever since I updated my relationship to “single” a few weeks ago, strange boys are messaging me. A guy that asked me for  blow job that I definitely declined a few months ago, asked whether I would date a black guy. I said no, but not because of their color, but because they usually aren’t my type. Then he asked whether my twin sister would date one a.k.a, him. Umm, no. Just because the first twin rejects you, doesn’t mean you can just easily get the second one.  But he’s not the one that just messaged me. It was a guy I liked all the way back in 6th grade, although he was more of a rebound guy that I never really liked, just thought was cute. If you’re wondering, I never dated him. Probably never will. He’s tall and a little built, and definitely good looking, but not my type.

 He just did what I call the “BMATKIS.” Boyfriend Mention Although They Know I’m Single.

Definitely interested.

  Too bad I’m sorta kinda head over heels for a guy that totally just flirted with me for 2 or 3 weeks, lead me on tremendously, and then ignores me for the past 3 days. And I have a “date” with him Monday. If it’s even a date anymore. At least I know I won’t be stood up, it’s at a freaking band event that is required for him to go. BOO YAH. And this guy, I dated him for about two months last fall, and completely fell hard, despite the short amount of time. That boy definitely has a way with words though. It was a bad breakup for me, and I didn’t really ever get over him until I got in a serious relationship with a guy that lived just down the street of me. I had crushed on him ever since I could remember, but now that I got to know him better, that feeling definitely disappeared. But not before I fell completely smitten over him. Not anymore though. After I started seeing Anthony (the guy I dated in the fall) again during high school band practices, I realized my feelings never really went away for him. Of course though, I didn’t know that at the time. I only realize that now. But long story short, once my feelings came back for Anthony, my feelings for Kade just disappeared, and every little thing he did got on my absolute nerves. Yes, I know I must be a heartless bitch, but these feelings were uncontrollable. Trust me, I tried to make them disappear, and I even dealt with Kade until I honestly wanted to scream everytime he touched me, until I finally gave up.

  Anyways, back to the point. I’m practically in love with this Anthony guy, and he pretty much just threw me to the dogs as he just decided to stop with the silly little flirty compliments, and stop texting me at all. Oh well. I say that I don’t care and I’ll get over it, but when I see him Monday I’ll most likely probably definitely change my mind.

  So this is my introduction as a skinny awkward girl. Hope it was entertaining? Hah, yeah right. As my sister keeps digging through my closet to find something to wear for her date tonight, I’m sitting here watching Awkward, and making an awkward blog post with Pandora playing totally unrelated music to what I suggested, into my ears. How the heck is Paramore related to Never Shout Never, anyways?

  Now, I’m gonna end this blog with a question which I doubt anyone will answer because I have no followers yet…. but I might as well try.

What’s your awkward facebook message story?

Duecues.

… I still don’t think I’m spelling that right.