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
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