HI FRIENDS.
I have not posted in a long time because I had dead week/finals time (in other words gain weight from all the coke and chick fil a you consume and try to stay off facebook for more than a day time) and then I got home and I've yet to embarrass myself enough to blog about it. Amazing, right? Wrong. Because I just lied. I actually have embarrassed myself (shocking) I just haven't had time to blog about it...in other words I've been watching Harry Potter (cause I got all 8 movies for Jesus' birthday) and eating big chocolate bars in the shape of Santa.
Anyway, I have just one quick story before I get to the REAL blog. Today I had to move the cars to the vacant driveway adjacent to our house. I didn't really think it out. The result was that I ended up going barefoot. With an owl pajama shirt on. And nike shorts. I had just showered so my hair was wet. Anyway, all of this would've been fine but I forgot about one thing. Thorns. So after I parked the first car, I decided to cut through the neighbor's yard to get back to my house. But there were thorns. But I've been reading Hunger Games and Katniss, the protagonist, is really brave. Like so brave that she makes me want to do brave and adventurous things (like, brave in the action sense, like killing villains. Not brave as in asking for a boy's number or something, cause I do stuff like that). So I pretended that I was in the arena and I booked it back to my house. Well, I got several thorns in my feet. And after several swear words I pulled them out and drove the over car over to the driveway. So then I had to use the sidewalk (I live on a busy street) to get back to my house. So there I was (and I'll say it again): owl pajama shirt, pink nike shorts, barefoot, wet hair, walking along the sidewalk. I really hope one of my ex boyfriends saw me because I'm sure they'd say something like "WOW I SURE WISH THAT RELATIONSHIP HAD NEVER ENDED SHE IS TOTALLY LOOKING GOOD AND ABSOLUTELY SANE AS WELL."
..
not.
So, to the real blog. After consulting my friend Kaci, I have decided to do a series called "Every crush I ever had" based on another really popular blog (imitation is the sincerest form of flattery). I am doing this because a lot of my most embarrassing moments in my past have risen from these crushes.
So, #1. My first crush was 4th grade. #1 was a fifth grader. Scandalous. I didn't really like him until someone told me he liked me (that's how the best ones start). Anyway, he asked me to be his girlfriend via AOL email and gave me a ring (which I refused to wear to school but he played basketball with my brother so I wore it to the games on a necklace cause I was really cool) and sometimes we held hands. Then, like all good relationships, it came to an end. But naturally I was still in 4th grade love with him. My best friend Jill (who will turn up a lot in this series) and I made a music video to the song "Everytime" by Britney Spears in which I did what I'm sure was an amazing ballet dance to and we planned to give it to him so he'd know my true feelings. However, he started ignoring me completely on AIM so I decided against showing him the music video. (Thank the Good Lord Above because we ended up going to the same high school and I never would've been able to live that one down). And that was Crush #1 that I'd had at the age of 10.
The End. I mean To Be Continued.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
The time I peed in Ballet Class
Hi friends.
So I decided to not tell a story from the present this time, and since I can't tell a story from the future, I'm telling one from the past.
The title says it all. The time I peed in ballet class.
So, I was eight years old when this happened, so obviously this isn't one of those accidents that just happens when you're potty training.
See, the thing is, as a child, I was actually very shy. I'm still somewhat reserved, but usually my weirdness overshadows that.
Anyway, I realized about 5 minutes into ballet class that I had to pee, and I couldn't hold it. But the thing is, I was too shy to ask to go to the bathroom, and even if I did ask, I didn't know where it was, so that would only cause a lot more problems than a shy little girl felt like she could handle.
Now, being the incredibly logical genius that I am, realized I was wearing a skirt over my leotard and tights, and it would make a lot of sense to just let out a little bit of pee at a time, about once every ten minutes.
Well, the thing is, it actually worked. That is, until we had announcements. Announcements happened at the end of class, right before we did one last combination. So, for announcements we sat on the ground and listened to the teachers talk about recitals and what not. So I was sitting there and I realized this was the home stretch- if I made it through this, I would be home free. So I'm sitting there and I let out what I thought was the last bit of pee. Well, it wasn't the last bit (how much did I drink?! I still wonder) and it wasn't a bit. It was a lot. A good puddle-sized amount.
That's right: the next thing I know, there is a little puddle of pee next to me (under me?) on the beautiful wooden dance floor. And this obnoxious child looks at the puddle and looks at me and says, "UM, I think that's PEE."
Well, no shit sherlock.
The next thing I know, I am being escorted to the bathroom where the rest of my pee goes to its proper place: a toilet.
Now, after class was over, for some sick reason, I was determined not to tell my mother. So, I got in the backseat of the car and immediately began to complain that my leotard was itchy (This was pretty genius of me if I do say so). My mom gave me permission to take it off in the car, which I happily did (there's no way I was comfortable in it after letting out sporadic little pees for the past hour in it) and when we got home, I proceeded to run inside and shove it in the bottom of my laundry hamper and then take a bath (wash away the shame).
I guess my logic was this: if I had to embarrass myself front of my whole ballet class, there was no way in hell I was sharing that humiliation with my mother. Or maybe I just didn't want her to have the shame of having an 8 year old who peed her pants in ballet class. Either way, she never found out.
And that, everyone, is one of the finest moments of my young life. The moral of the story is: if you have to embarrass yourself, don't let your mom find out. Also, don't drink a shit ton of water before ballet class, and finally, it really is okay to ask to go to the bathroom and to ask where it is if you don't know.
So I decided to not tell a story from the present this time, and since I can't tell a story from the future, I'm telling one from the past.
The title says it all. The time I peed in ballet class.
So, I was eight years old when this happened, so obviously this isn't one of those accidents that just happens when you're potty training.
See, the thing is, as a child, I was actually very shy. I'm still somewhat reserved, but usually my weirdness overshadows that.
Anyway, I realized about 5 minutes into ballet class that I had to pee, and I couldn't hold it. But the thing is, I was too shy to ask to go to the bathroom, and even if I did ask, I didn't know where it was, so that would only cause a lot more problems than a shy little girl felt like she could handle.
Now, being the incredibly logical genius that I am, realized I was wearing a skirt over my leotard and tights, and it would make a lot of sense to just let out a little bit of pee at a time, about once every ten minutes.
Well, the thing is, it actually worked. That is, until we had announcements. Announcements happened at the end of class, right before we did one last combination. So, for announcements we sat on the ground and listened to the teachers talk about recitals and what not. So I was sitting there and I realized this was the home stretch- if I made it through this, I would be home free. So I'm sitting there and I let out what I thought was the last bit of pee. Well, it wasn't the last bit (how much did I drink?! I still wonder) and it wasn't a bit. It was a lot. A good puddle-sized amount.
That's right: the next thing I know, there is a little puddle of pee next to me (under me?) on the beautiful wooden dance floor. And this obnoxious child looks at the puddle and looks at me and says, "UM, I think that's PEE."
Well, no shit sherlock.
The next thing I know, I am being escorted to the bathroom where the rest of my pee goes to its proper place: a toilet.
Now, after class was over, for some sick reason, I was determined not to tell my mother. So, I got in the backseat of the car and immediately began to complain that my leotard was itchy (This was pretty genius of me if I do say so). My mom gave me permission to take it off in the car, which I happily did (there's no way I was comfortable in it after letting out sporadic little pees for the past hour in it) and when we got home, I proceeded to run inside and shove it in the bottom of my laundry hamper and then take a bath (wash away the shame).
I guess my logic was this: if I had to embarrass myself front of my whole ballet class, there was no way in hell I was sharing that humiliation with my mother. Or maybe I just didn't want her to have the shame of having an 8 year old who peed her pants in ballet class. Either way, she never found out.
And that, everyone, is one of the finest moments of my young life. The moral of the story is: if you have to embarrass yourself, don't let your mom find out. Also, don't drink a shit ton of water before ballet class, and finally, it really is okay to ask to go to the bathroom and to ask where it is if you don't know.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
The Dog Days are Over
So, world. I have yet another brief but funny story to tell. I'm not going to give you the back story of the story because that would ruin the story.
So here's the story. Wow I just used the word story a ton. Haha. Story.
Today, Claire and I went to get Which Wich on campus for dinner. (I always type Wich Which first and then I use my logical reasoning and realize that doesn't make sense and correct it).
We write down our sandwiches and everything is going great. In fact, I am having a great day, completely void of any seriously awkward encounters. Huzzah, right?
Wrong.
So, we walk up to the register and the male cashier says, "Wow, I can smell one of you." And I just stare because I'm trying to remember if I put on deodorant this morning. Then he elaborates: "Your perfume."
Naturally, my big throws me under a bus and says, "It's not me, it's her." (I still love you, though.)
Interruption: if you work at Which Wich, don't comment on your customer's scent. They won't come back. You hear that, sir? I'M NOT COMING BACK. (Except in a couple of days I'll probably crave a grinder and and I'll break that resolution, but it's the thought that counts.)
Now here's the thing: I am NOT, I repeat NOT, one of those girls who overdoes the perfume.
In fact, I hardly ever wear it. This is because I am allergic to perfume and if I wear it every day in succession my eyes swell up and my throat becomes inflamed and I start developing a cough like a bark. (So pleasant). So I save it for special occasions.
Today was not a special occasion. See below.
So, after my big throws me under a bus, I immediately try to explain lest he gets the wrong idea. So, I say "Oh well, I put on perfume because I went to the Humane Society to play with dogs and then I smelled like dogs but I didn't have time to shower but I didn't want to smell like dogs so that's why*."
*verbatim
And he just says, "...Okay.**"
**also verbatim. Ellipses and all.
This was the truth. But, as Claire was quick to point out, I did not need to share all of that information.
I was just trying to explain why I smelled so strongly of Clinique Happy. Because I am not one of those girls who overdoes the perfume.
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: it is okay to not want to smell like dogs. It is not okay to share this information with Wich Which cashiers.
So here's the story. Wow I just used the word story a ton. Haha. Story.
Today, Claire and I went to get Which Wich on campus for dinner. (I always type Wich Which first and then I use my logical reasoning and realize that doesn't make sense and correct it).
We write down our sandwiches and everything is going great. In fact, I am having a great day, completely void of any seriously awkward encounters. Huzzah, right?
Wrong.
So, we walk up to the register and the male cashier says, "Wow, I can smell one of you." And I just stare because I'm trying to remember if I put on deodorant this morning. Then he elaborates: "Your perfume."
Naturally, my big throws me under a bus and says, "It's not me, it's her." (I still love you, though.)
Interruption: if you work at Which Wich, don't comment on your customer's scent. They won't come back. You hear that, sir? I'M NOT COMING BACK. (Except in a couple of days I'll probably crave a grinder and and I'll break that resolution, but it's the thought that counts.)
Now here's the thing: I am NOT, I repeat NOT, one of those girls who overdoes the perfume.
In fact, I hardly ever wear it. This is because I am allergic to perfume and if I wear it every day in succession my eyes swell up and my throat becomes inflamed and I start developing a cough like a bark. (So pleasant). So I save it for special occasions.
Today was not a special occasion. See below.
So, after my big throws me under a bus, I immediately try to explain lest he gets the wrong idea. So, I say "Oh well, I put on perfume because I went to the Humane Society to play with dogs and then I smelled like dogs but I didn't have time to shower but I didn't want to smell like dogs so that's why*."
*verbatim
And he just says, "...Okay.**"
**also verbatim. Ellipses and all.
This was the truth. But, as Claire was quick to point out, I did not need to share all of that information.
I was just trying to explain why I smelled so strongly of Clinique Happy. Because I am not one of those girls who overdoes the perfume.
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: it is okay to not want to smell like dogs. It is not okay to share this information with Wich Which cashiers.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Possibly the worst timing
So this embarrassing story number 439849.
Today, Claire (she's always around when the worst happens) and I were dancing in the front room of our sorority house. We were dancing with scarves, which is a different story. But anyway, we were choreographing a special number, and no one was around, so I jokingly said, "And then the next time around I'll be NAKED."
And I turned around and the house boy happened to be walking through the room.
First of all, I was kidding. Completely kidding.
But he said "Nothing I haven't heard before!"
Embarrassed, I apologized and assured him I was kidding as he walked away. He didn't really say anything..
Needless to say, I will never be one of those awesome girls who goes on a date with the house boy.
Today, Claire (she's always around when the worst happens) and I were dancing in the front room of our sorority house. We were dancing with scarves, which is a different story. But anyway, we were choreographing a special number, and no one was around, so I jokingly said, "And then the next time around I'll be NAKED."
And I turned around and the house boy happened to be walking through the room.
First of all, I was kidding. Completely kidding.
But he said "Nothing I haven't heard before!"
Embarrassed, I apologized and assured him I was kidding as he walked away. He didn't really say anything..
Needless to say, I will never be one of those awesome girls who goes on a date with the house boy.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Embarrassing
Hello! So I have embarrassing stories to tell.
Okay so first. My backpack was extra heavy today. So I walked out of Bennett and a boy was kinda following me. Not like stalking me but just walking behind me. But I dropped my phone (and it didn't have the case on- thanks Katie) so I bent down to pick it up and my backpack was so heavy that I fell over. My ass hit the ground. I FELL. In front of a boy.
So I spent the rest of my ten minute walk to the music building replaying that moment and repeating "I literally just fell on my ass" in my head. (Its like in Bridesmaids when Lily is like "I literally just shit myself. I shit in the street. I shit in my shorts...I shit myself.") Because I honestly couldn't believe that I wasn't smart enough to take off my backpack before picking up my phone that was on the ground.
Story number 2: When I sleep, I usually wake up at random times throughout the night. Well, last night I did that and I happened to check my phone and I had a text from a boy. So I guess I was really eager to text him back (bad) so I typed out a response and hit send. Well, when I woke up for real he had texted me back with "..."
that's never a good sign. So I looked at what I sent him and it said this, verbatim: "Oh damn I though were. Lay well guess what I did"
....what. the. hell. So now I'm in the awkward "I have to text you again to make sure you know that I'm normal and I was just 85% asleep when I sent that" phase.
Story number 3: I just swallowed my gum. It hurt and Claire laughed at me.
Story number 4: My history paper is due tomorrow. I've done one paragraph. This paragraph is saved on my laptop. My laptop decided that today is shut down every two minutes and really piss off Andi day. Whatever. Just means God wants me to write my blog on Claire's computer and not worry about my paper til later.
Bye lovely people!
Okay so first. My backpack was extra heavy today. So I walked out of Bennett and a boy was kinda following me. Not like stalking me but just walking behind me. But I dropped my phone (and it didn't have the case on- thanks Katie) so I bent down to pick it up and my backpack was so heavy that I fell over. My ass hit the ground. I FELL. In front of a boy.
So I spent the rest of my ten minute walk to the music building replaying that moment and repeating "I literally just fell on my ass" in my head. (Its like in Bridesmaids when Lily is like "I literally just shit myself. I shit in the street. I shit in my shorts...I shit myself.") Because I honestly couldn't believe that I wasn't smart enough to take off my backpack before picking up my phone that was on the ground.
Story number 2: When I sleep, I usually wake up at random times throughout the night. Well, last night I did that and I happened to check my phone and I had a text from a boy. So I guess I was really eager to text him back (bad) so I typed out a response and hit send. Well, when I woke up for real he had texted me back with "..."
that's never a good sign. So I looked at what I sent him and it said this, verbatim: "Oh damn I though were. Lay well guess what I did"
....what. the. hell. So now I'm in the awkward "I have to text you again to make sure you know that I'm normal and I was just 85% asleep when I sent that" phase.
Story number 3: I just swallowed my gum. It hurt and Claire laughed at me.
Story number 4: My history paper is due tomorrow. I've done one paragraph. This paragraph is saved on my laptop. My laptop decided that today is shut down every two minutes and really piss off Andi day. Whatever. Just means God wants me to write my blog on Claire's computer and not worry about my paper til later.
Bye lovely people!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Today
Hey guys. So I haven't blogged in a while but I haven't really had much to talk about because my life is a crazy mess of chaos, but its fine. I shall just tell you about my dad.
I wrote dad. I meant to write day.
But my dad's pretty cool.
Anyway. My day.
So today actually started last night but it was actually today. I woke up at midnight and for some reason I felt like I needed to set my alarm for 8:20.
Side story- I never set an alarm. I always wake up on time. Yeah, I'm a freak.
But for some reason I thought I needed to set an alarm. So I did. At midnight. So then I wake up again at 7 AM and I'm freaking out because I'm thinking that my clock is messed up and its actually 9 am (daylight savings makes me paranoid about time, I guess) so I check the clock on my phone and its 7. So I go back to sleep and I wake up at 8:20 to the most GD annoying alarm. Its blaring. BLARING.
So I get up and go to my voice lesson where I suck because I'm singing this mermaid song with all these runs and they are hard, to say the least.
So, then I eat my strawberry pop tarts. Then I go to theory where my friend Bernardo and I share some Cheezits. Then the cheezits made me nauseous.
Then I went to choir. Then I decided to walk to the union to get a coffee because I was starting to get a lack of caffeine headache.
On my way to the union I tripped and stumbled and then laughed loudly about it to myself and then realized what an embarrassing person I am.
Then I went and ate lunch and went to psych where we learned about disorders.
Then I came home and procrastinated homework, took a nap, went to a philanthropy event with my favorite Kaci.
Then I came home to find my roommate rearranging my room. Without me. Then I helped them finish and it looks great and my bed is high up and now I feel like a princess. I also successfully avoided homework some more.
Then I practiced some ear training (the class of satan, as it can also be called) and then I showered and now I'm writing a blog.
Nothing exciting happened unless you count the fact that I achieved new levels of laziness by avoiding homework and working out.
okay wow. what a waste of a blog.
I wrote dad. I meant to write day.
But my dad's pretty cool.
Anyway. My day.
So today actually started last night but it was actually today. I woke up at midnight and for some reason I felt like I needed to set my alarm for 8:20.
Side story- I never set an alarm. I always wake up on time. Yeah, I'm a freak.
But for some reason I thought I needed to set an alarm. So I did. At midnight. So then I wake up again at 7 AM and I'm freaking out because I'm thinking that my clock is messed up and its actually 9 am (daylight savings makes me paranoid about time, I guess) so I check the clock on my phone and its 7. So I go back to sleep and I wake up at 8:20 to the most GD annoying alarm. Its blaring. BLARING.
So I get up and go to my voice lesson where I suck because I'm singing this mermaid song with all these runs and they are hard, to say the least.
So, then I eat my strawberry pop tarts. Then I go to theory where my friend Bernardo and I share some Cheezits. Then the cheezits made me nauseous.
Then I went to choir. Then I decided to walk to the union to get a coffee because I was starting to get a lack of caffeine headache.
On my way to the union I tripped and stumbled and then laughed loudly about it to myself and then realized what an embarrassing person I am.
Then I went and ate lunch and went to psych where we learned about disorders.
Then I came home and procrastinated homework, took a nap, went to a philanthropy event with my favorite Kaci.
Then I came home to find my roommate rearranging my room. Without me. Then I helped them finish and it looks great and my bed is high up and now I feel like a princess. I also successfully avoided homework some more.
Then I practiced some ear training (the class of satan, as it can also be called) and then I showered and now I'm writing a blog.
Nothing exciting happened unless you count the fact that I achieved new levels of laziness by avoiding homework and working out.
okay wow. what a waste of a blog.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (that's the actual title of an actual book...how do I know? I read them as a child because I was weird and kind of gothic.)
Hey guys.
So I have some embarrassing stories to tell.
The first few happened in Psych yesterday (naturally). So I walked in and I had my headphones in, and the substitute (who is pretty awesome; this just happened to be an awkward moment) who is standing at her desk behind a computer screen says “She looks so young and intimidated.”
Side track: I look like I’m 12, so I’m used to people saying I’m look young. Which is why I thought she was talking about me.
So I turned around and said kinda defensively “are you talking about me?”
Because I just assumed that because she said that right as I walked in the room, she was referring to me.
And she looked at me, completely bewildered, and says “No…I was talking about this video I’m watching.”
And I turned bright red and said “Oh…sorry. Wow. That’s embarrassing.” And everyone laughed (it wasn’t supposed to be funny) and I sat down. (In the isolation seat)
So THEN I sit down and reflect on my latest embarrassment when BAM- my notebook falls off of my desk and my papers spill everywhere.
And literally, everyone just stared.
So I cried and packed up and went back to my dorm room thought about how much I suck at life.
Just kidding. I picked up the damn notebook and literally kept my head down the rest of class.
Story 2:
I was at the gym with my dear friend Annie (yep that’s right, I’m one of those cool sporty girls that goes to the gym. Actually I just started like last week.) and we were on the elliptical. And I saw this one person that I kind of know on an elliptical in the distance. Now, if you knew the story, you would know that it’s a big deal whenever I see this person on campus.
So what did I do? I took a picture, naturally. I guess I just assumed that everyone around me was so into their workouts that they wouldn’t notice what I was doing.
Wrong.
Annie looks at me and says, “What are you DOING?! There are people everywhere, and they can all see you.”
So then I started laughing really hard but I also died a little inside because I had become “that girl” that takes pictures of people she kind of knows when she sees them on the elliptical at the gym.
Okay, next story.
I was pomping with two girls from my pledge class and this guy starts pomping with us. And you know we’re just having a normal conversation, with the normal questions and stuff.
So someone asked him where he was from, and he said “Owasso.” So I got really excited because I know a lot of awesome people from there.
But, because I got excited, my words weren’t completely thought out before they left my mouth. And this is what I said verbatim: “Oh! So did you go to Owasso…like, the school?”
And he just stared for a good ten seconds. And I wanted to cry. I can’t even try to explain this one away because I’m pretty sure that if someone says they’re from Owasso, there’s about a 99% chance that they also went to Owasso the school, and that if you are not referring to Owasso the town then it’s pretty damn obvious that you’re referring to Owasso the school. That’s like asking someone who lives in Orlando if they’ve ever been to Disneyworld…like, the resort.
Damn.
Needless to say, I did not meet the love of my life while pomping last night.
Next story:
This man came up to me on the street and said, “Hey! You want a free tattoo? It’s for free!”
So I said “Sure.”
Just kidding. That actually didn’t happen to me.
Have a great Tuesday, lovely friends. BYE.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
"I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn, and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them, and we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today, because I knew you."
Today's reflection: For Good.
Hahaha just kidding.
Today's actual reflection: rude people.
So, the other day I did awkward moments. Today, I'm doing rude people moments.
#1: This girl with pneumonia was walking behind me. How did I know she had pneumonia? SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT IT. LOUDLY. First of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you outside on a chilly fall day? (If you're from Africa, why are you white?) Second of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you talking and walking with someone who you could easily spread it to? Third of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you outside on a chilly fall day talking to your friend about how you have pneumonia and how its not getting better? WHY. WHY.
Note to the world: if you're sick, it is common courtesy to stay away from others and not spread your germs by being outside and around people.
That's actually the only rude moment I can think of but I'm pretty sure its the epitome of rude. If a pneumonia epidemic breaks out on campus, I know who to blame.
Other reflection:
Natural sexyness. Now, I know this is a tad risque buts its fine. No one needs to worry. So, I went to Zumba the other day and I noticed something. There was a very very distinct divide between the sexy people and the non-sexy people. Its okay for me to say this because I happen to be part of the latter. Basically: I, Andrea Leah Powers, am not sexy. And that's okay. I can't dance sexily (just ask my dearest friends about "the choppy") and I can't laugh sexily and I can't chew sexily. I'm not sure what would constitute chewing sexily anyway but if there was a way I would not be able to pull it off.
I have a theory. Sexiness is a heretical trait. (Good ol' nature vs nurtue). Sexiness is all nature; it is not something you can learn. How do I know this? I've tried. I simply can't be sexy. End of theory.
BUT, the point is, that's okay. I have a lot of other great qualities, and so do you, my blog readers. Whether or not you are naturally sexy or naturally anything at all, you are perfect. There's a workout song that goes, "you are enough, you are exactly where you need to be." and its true. So if you see someone dancing Zumba and you think "WOW, I wish I could move my hips in such fashion!" ...Don't. Because you are wonderful no matter what, okay? Okay.
Trivia question:
What movie is this quote from: "I'm glad he's single, cause I'm gonna climb that like a tree."
Ten points if you tweet me with the correct answer (everyone wants ten points). PS- its pretty obvious.
BYE
Today's reflection: For Good.
Hahaha just kidding.
Today's actual reflection: rude people.
So, the other day I did awkward moments. Today, I'm doing rude people moments.
#1: This girl with pneumonia was walking behind me. How did I know she had pneumonia? SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT IT. LOUDLY. First of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you outside on a chilly fall day? (If you're from Africa, why are you white?) Second of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you talking and walking with someone who you could easily spread it to? Third of all, if you have pneumonia, why are you outside on a chilly fall day talking to your friend about how you have pneumonia and how its not getting better? WHY. WHY.
Note to the world: if you're sick, it is common courtesy to stay away from others and not spread your germs by being outside and around people.
That's actually the only rude moment I can think of but I'm pretty sure its the epitome of rude. If a pneumonia epidemic breaks out on campus, I know who to blame.
Other reflection:
Natural sexyness. Now, I know this is a tad risque buts its fine. No one needs to worry. So, I went to Zumba the other day and I noticed something. There was a very very distinct divide between the sexy people and the non-sexy people. Its okay for me to say this because I happen to be part of the latter. Basically: I, Andrea Leah Powers, am not sexy. And that's okay. I can't dance sexily (just ask my dearest friends about "the choppy") and I can't laugh sexily and I can't chew sexily. I'm not sure what would constitute chewing sexily anyway but if there was a way I would not be able to pull it off.
I have a theory. Sexiness is a heretical trait. (Good ol' nature vs nurtue). Sexiness is all nature; it is not something you can learn. How do I know this? I've tried. I simply can't be sexy. End of theory.
BUT, the point is, that's okay. I have a lot of other great qualities, and so do you, my blog readers. Whether or not you are naturally sexy or naturally anything at all, you are perfect. There's a workout song that goes, "you are enough, you are exactly where you need to be." and its true. So if you see someone dancing Zumba and you think "WOW, I wish I could move my hips in such fashion!" ...Don't. Because you are wonderful no matter what, okay? Okay.
Trivia question:
What movie is this quote from: "I'm glad he's single, cause I'm gonna climb that like a tree."
Ten points if you tweet me with the correct answer (everyone wants ten points). PS- its pretty obvious.
BYE
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Yep, this happened.
Hey guys. Its about 9:54 AM on this lovely Wednesday. It is cold outside.
I just have a quick story to tell, then maybe a reflection will come later today since I didn't post yesterday.
Yesterday was quite a day. The most significant part of it, however, occurred around 11: 15 pm. I was with my big-
Interruption: my big. Yes. We are long lost soul mates. Ask anyone. Her name is Claire. Yesterday she bought me a build-a-bear and she frequently changes the lyrics of love songs to something about her little (me). Her boyfriend makes me call him Papa Bear. Our family is so unbelievably perfect, its unbelievable.
So, I was with her and we were chalking (which is where you kind of advertise something by writing it in chalk on the sidewalk on campus) and we stopped in front of a certain fraternity house on a certain busy street.
Well, I was being a goofball and repeatedly doing the Bend and Snap (from Legally Blonde) when a car slowed down kind of by the sidewalk. Naturally I assumed it was a cute boy so entranced by my bend and snap that he was pulling over to ask me for my number (because that happens). But, in fact, it was a police officer.
So, he pulls over and he just kind of stares. And there I am, halfway between bend and snap. And HE. DOESN'T. SAY. ANYTHING. I mean, isn't he supposed to say "Stop in the name of the law" or some shit?
Well, he didn't.
So, my voice gets unnaturally high (even for me) and I smiled at him and said in the most awkward way possible, "Heeeeeeeey."
The conversation went as follows:
Him: "Are you okay?"
Me: "Oh, I'm fine. We're just chalking, you know..."
Him: "Okay.........." *drives away*
Then Claire starts cracking up and I crawled into a little ball of awkwardness and humiliation and seriously considered crying.
Moral of the story: Do not do the Bend and Snap on the sidewalk in the Greek neighborhood when there are cars around. They are not cute college boys who want your number.
The end.
I just have a quick story to tell, then maybe a reflection will come later today since I didn't post yesterday.
Yesterday was quite a day. The most significant part of it, however, occurred around 11: 15 pm. I was with my big-
Interruption: my big. Yes. We are long lost soul mates. Ask anyone. Her name is Claire. Yesterday she bought me a build-a-bear and she frequently changes the lyrics of love songs to something about her little (me). Her boyfriend makes me call him Papa Bear. Our family is so unbelievably perfect, its unbelievable.
So, I was with her and we were chalking (which is where you kind of advertise something by writing it in chalk on the sidewalk on campus) and we stopped in front of a certain fraternity house on a certain busy street.
Well, I was being a goofball and repeatedly doing the Bend and Snap (from Legally Blonde) when a car slowed down kind of by the sidewalk. Naturally I assumed it was a cute boy so entranced by my bend and snap that he was pulling over to ask me for my number (because that happens). But, in fact, it was a police officer.
So, he pulls over and he just kind of stares. And there I am, halfway between bend and snap. And HE. DOESN'T. SAY. ANYTHING. I mean, isn't he supposed to say "Stop in the name of the law" or some shit?
Well, he didn't.
So, my voice gets unnaturally high (even for me) and I smiled at him and said in the most awkward way possible, "Heeeeeeeey."
The conversation went as follows:
Him: "Are you okay?"
Me: "Oh, I'm fine. We're just chalking, you know..."
Him: "Okay.........." *drives away*
Then Claire starts cracking up and I crawled into a little ball of awkwardness and humiliation and seriously considered crying.
Moral of the story: Do not do the Bend and Snap on the sidewalk in the Greek neighborhood when there are cars around. They are not cute college boys who want your number.
The end.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Look at me and my one awesome follower. (Love you Shelby)
Day Two.
Today's topic of discussion: awkward moments.
We've all seen those obnoxious "that awkward moment when" tweets. Actually, they aren't obnoxious. I'm just bitter because I never think of funny ones.
Anyway, if I, Andrea Leah Powers, were to try and count the number of awkward moments I have a day, I...couldn't. Simple as that.
Okay- awkward moment number one. I was walking to class and I saw a girl that I knew so I yelled her name really loud. It was definitely her, but she chose to ignore me. So then I looked like an idiot.
Awkward moment number 2: our teacher gave us five minutes to figure out ten chords. In that five minutes, I figured out one. (I still have to do "Every good boy does fine" and "all cows eat grass," so that explains that.)
Awkward moment number 3: We had a guest speaker in psych and we were talking about something (I honestly don't remember what) and she asked if anyone was hungry. Well it just so happens I was thinking about having a large plate of nachos at that moment, so I raised my hand. She asked me what I was hungry for. I realized at that moment that when she asked if anyone was hungry, she didn't really expect anyone to respond. So, realizing this I said, and this is verbatim, "Umm..I dunno. Maybe like some chips." BECAUSE I WAS THINKING NACHOS = TORTILLA CHIPS. Nope, apparently this was a weird response the whole class laughed at me. The people in my class probably think I'm weird enough already since I got there late on the first day and was assigned the isolation seat at the back of the room on the far side (like the isolation cabin in the parent trap...only I don't have a long lost twin to share peanut butter and oreos with) and thus I don't say much.
Side note: I am excluding the 45893485 awkward moments I have that involve walking across campus each day, like passing people who are too slow or accidentally running into bike riders, or even giving couples dirty looks (not on purpose). But seriously, can't you just do your PDA in private? I guess that kind of defeats the purpose of public displays of affection, but just because the phrase exists doesn't mean you have to follow through with it. Seriously. Get a room. Just because some of us won't settle for any old male specimen doesn't mean you have to rub it in that you did. Merry Christmas.
Awkward moment number 4: Awkward eye contact with a girl who rushed me, but I didn't go to that house on Bid Day. Enough said.
Awkward moment number 5: I was coming home from Studio Voice maybe 45 minutes ago. That's a singing class, so naturally I was singing as I opened the outside door to the stairs. Little did I know a very hot guy was opening the same door from the other side to my obnoxiously loud singing. Well, since I'm pretty much the epitome of coy, I burst out laughing, said sorry, and proceeded to book it up the stairs to my room.
Awkward moment number 6: getting super frustrated because literally no one was texting me back, then realizing my phone was somehow on airplane mode.
Awkward moment number 7: I went to my advisor's office (one that I hadn't met before) and I guess he shares this office with several other advisors. So there I was in the waiting area, and this one advisor comes out and lemme tell ya, he is FINE. So I smile at him and expect him to call my name so I get my stuff ready. Nope. He called some other guy's name. Then my 65 year old advisor comes out and calls my name. Great.
So, that's my day. Peace punch captain crunch.
Also, I'm kind of frustrated because I could've sworn on my life that I bought garlic&herb cheese (that's how it spelled: garlic&herb no spaces) but all that's in the fridge is original. That's not an awkward moment but that's what's on my mind right now because I specifically remember buying that damn cheese.
Today's topic of discussion: awkward moments.
We've all seen those obnoxious "that awkward moment when" tweets. Actually, they aren't obnoxious. I'm just bitter because I never think of funny ones.
Anyway, if I, Andrea Leah Powers, were to try and count the number of awkward moments I have a day, I...couldn't. Simple as that.
Okay- awkward moment number one. I was walking to class and I saw a girl that I knew so I yelled her name really loud. It was definitely her, but she chose to ignore me. So then I looked like an idiot.
Awkward moment number 2: our teacher gave us five minutes to figure out ten chords. In that five minutes, I figured out one. (I still have to do "Every good boy does fine" and "all cows eat grass," so that explains that.)
Awkward moment number 3: We had a guest speaker in psych and we were talking about something (I honestly don't remember what) and she asked if anyone was hungry. Well it just so happens I was thinking about having a large plate of nachos at that moment, so I raised my hand. She asked me what I was hungry for. I realized at that moment that when she asked if anyone was hungry, she didn't really expect anyone to respond. So, realizing this I said, and this is verbatim, "Umm..I dunno. Maybe like some chips." BECAUSE I WAS THINKING NACHOS = TORTILLA CHIPS. Nope, apparently this was a weird response the whole class laughed at me. The people in my class probably think I'm weird enough already since I got there late on the first day and was assigned the isolation seat at the back of the room on the far side (like the isolation cabin in the parent trap...only I don't have a long lost twin to share peanut butter and oreos with) and thus I don't say much.
Side note: I am excluding the 45893485 awkward moments I have that involve walking across campus each day, like passing people who are too slow or accidentally running into bike riders, or even giving couples dirty looks (not on purpose). But seriously, can't you just do your PDA in private? I guess that kind of defeats the purpose of public displays of affection, but just because the phrase exists doesn't mean you have to follow through with it. Seriously. Get a room. Just because some of us won't settle for any old male specimen doesn't mean you have to rub it in that you did. Merry Christmas.
Awkward moment number 4: Awkward eye contact with a girl who rushed me, but I didn't go to that house on Bid Day. Enough said.
Awkward moment number 5: I was coming home from Studio Voice maybe 45 minutes ago. That's a singing class, so naturally I was singing as I opened the outside door to the stairs. Little did I know a very hot guy was opening the same door from the other side to my obnoxiously loud singing. Well, since I'm pretty much the epitome of coy, I burst out laughing, said sorry, and proceeded to book it up the stairs to my room.
Awkward moment number 6: getting super frustrated because literally no one was texting me back, then realizing my phone was somehow on airplane mode.
Awkward moment number 7: I went to my advisor's office (one that I hadn't met before) and I guess he shares this office with several other advisors. So there I was in the waiting area, and this one advisor comes out and lemme tell ya, he is FINE. So I smile at him and expect him to call my name so I get my stuff ready. Nope. He called some other guy's name. Then my 65 year old advisor comes out and calls my name. Great.
So, that's my day. Peace punch captain crunch.
Also, I'm kind of frustrated because I could've sworn on my life that I bought garlic&herb cheese (that's how it spelled: garlic&herb no spaces) but all that's in the fridge is original. That's not an awkward moment but that's what's on my mind right now because I specifically remember buying that damn cheese.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Hey Guys.
Hey Guys. What's up? I made a blog. I picked this background because its artsy and secretly I want to be an artsy hipster but I think I'm just too happy/ too in love with Legally Blonde.
Good news, the Cardinals are going to the world series. I don't really know what that means but apparently its a big deal.
Okay. So today's reflection: people.
Back story: I watched Into the Woods this weekend. It was amazing. But there's this one line from this one song and it goes, "sometimes people leave you/halfway through the wood/ others may deceive you/ you decide what's good/ you decide alone." http://youtu.be/r-3YJijA5Rw
So besides the fact that this line is cool and rhymatory, its also very true. Sometimes people totally screw you over and it sucks. Sometimes people are total assholes and you just want to sit them down and ask them, in all honesty, why they have to exist.
Here is the answer: they exist to make you feel miserable and to make you want to eat your weight in Twix.
Just kidding. (But I did do that last week.)
They exist to teach you a lesson and to help you grow as a person. That's the hardest thing to accept: that those people do not come in your life to give you a happily ever after (ever after...Into the Woods..get it?), but rather to bring you obstacles.
Recently someone told me "It will all work out in the end, and if it hasn't worked out, its not the end" or something to that extent. I disagree with this, though. There is not one be-all end-all moment where absolutely everything in life works out. I think a better quote for this kind of thing would be "Every moment of light and dark is a miracle." (Saw that on a calendar- doesn't discredit its awesome.) Shit happens, you grow from it, and you move on. There are moments where you sob in the car while listening to Taylor Swift (did that last week, too), and then there are moments where you laugh so hard it literally feels like you just got six-pack abs (did that today- just ask my roommate. She wasn't laughing, though. It was one of those had to be there things. Actually, she was there, she just didn't find the humor in it like I did, so there I was rolling on the floor laughing by myself. ANYWAY)
Just remember, look at life through the windshield, not the rearview mirror.
And when in doubt, tap dance.
Good news, the Cardinals are going to the world series. I don't really know what that means but apparently its a big deal.
Okay. So today's reflection: people.
Back story: I watched Into the Woods this weekend. It was amazing. But there's this one line from this one song and it goes, "sometimes people leave you/halfway through the wood/ others may deceive you/ you decide what's good/ you decide alone." http://youtu.be/r-3YJijA5Rw
So besides the fact that this line is cool and rhymatory, its also very true. Sometimes people totally screw you over and it sucks. Sometimes people are total assholes and you just want to sit them down and ask them, in all honesty, why they have to exist.
Here is the answer: they exist to make you feel miserable and to make you want to eat your weight in Twix.
Just kidding. (But I did do that last week.)
They exist to teach you a lesson and to help you grow as a person. That's the hardest thing to accept: that those people do not come in your life to give you a happily ever after (ever after...Into the Woods..get it?), but rather to bring you obstacles.
Recently someone told me "It will all work out in the end, and if it hasn't worked out, its not the end" or something to that extent. I disagree with this, though. There is not one be-all end-all moment where absolutely everything in life works out. I think a better quote for this kind of thing would be "Every moment of light and dark is a miracle." (Saw that on a calendar- doesn't discredit its awesome.) Shit happens, you grow from it, and you move on. There are moments where you sob in the car while listening to Taylor Swift (did that last week, too), and then there are moments where you laugh so hard it literally feels like you just got six-pack abs (did that today- just ask my roommate. She wasn't laughing, though. It was one of those had to be there things. Actually, she was there, she just didn't find the humor in it like I did, so there I was rolling on the floor laughing by myself. ANYWAY)
Just remember, look at life through the windshield, not the rearview mirror.
And when in doubt, tap dance.
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