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Oh The Weather Outside is Frightful

Well, it seems Father Winter has returned, this time with a vengeance. Our area received almost 30 inches of snow. Can you believe it! 30 inches! Encroyable! I spent the weekend shovelin’ and diggin’, dispersing the white powder the good Lord brought us. It was invigorating.

Then, I walked around and judged my neighbors for their shoveling efforts. If they did a formidable job shoveling their driveway, I gave them a rating of seven shovels. If they cleared out their driveway, but dumped all their snow into the street making it difficult for neighbors to get by, I gave them a rating of two shovels – for being inconsiderate. If they looked like they began shoveling and found the gusting winds and continuing snowfall made it futile, I gave them a rating of three shovels. If it looked like they had not even left the house to shovel off their porch and steps, I gave them no shovels, and a disapproving shake of the head.

While we were shoveling, I also asked my brother if he would like to join me in making a snowman. “It will be whimsical and fun!” I explained, fondly remembering our younger days in the snow.

To my dismay, he replied angrily, “I would rather go inside and do math problems.” I didn’t expect that answer.

The Perfect Crime

A few weeks ago, Ike Carrotstick* was telling us all stories in the car, and after thinking about it for a while, I commented, “Ike! You tell such great stories!”

“Thank you!” replied Ike, pleased that his listeners recognized his talents.

Then, last night after dinner, whilst at the metro waiting for our train, I told our group to gather around, because I had a story to share. They all gathered, and I began,

“I was at the Starbucks, and I really had to fart. Coffee does strange things to me.  Anyway, I was trying to figure out how to do it deftly, when I realized the music was playing really loudly, with a heavy bass in the background.  So I timed my gas exertions with the music, every time the bass hit I would cut one.  After a while, I was feeling much better.  Then, as I was gathering my things to leave, I noticed everyone was staring at me. (pause for effect) I remembered I had been listening to my iPod.”

Everyone nodded and smiled. “That wasn’t you,” Sara said.

“Haha, you’re right, that wasn’t me,” I confessed, “I read that online and thought it would sound better if I said it was me.”  Everyone laughed, except for Ike.

“Ike, do you have a better story you would like to share with us?” I asked, opening the floor to Ike.

“Me? No. No no. I don’t have anything to share,” he replied.

So 5 minutes later, we’re all on the metro, and Ike leans over, whispering, “Did you share that story for a reason? Was it related to anything? From the restaurant?”

“No,” I shook my head innocently, “it wasn’t related to anything. I just thought it was funny.”  Ike  looked uncomfortable.

“You cut one in the restaurant, didn’t you?” I asked/accused.

“No…”

“Maybe just a little one?” I held my index finger and thumb up, to indicate the size of  the fart.

Then his confession came pouring out: “It was actually after, while we were getting up, totally by accident. I thought it was the perfect crime. Then I wondered if your story was me getting busted in disguise. I wasn’t raised in a trailer, I swear!”

For shame, Ike. For shame.


*Name changed.

On Humor

Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows live delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.

-Bill Cosby

Why I’m Always Late

Reasons I’ve been late:
1. Had to play the perfect song before departing
2. Debated over the appropriate shoes to wear, only to select Uggs, again
3. There was stuff on the internet to see
4. Called sibling to chit chat
5. Posted a blog entry
6. Made a mix cd for the car ride
7. Did not understand the navigator’s directions
8. Disregarded navigator and went with my own “instinct”
9. Ate a snack before leaving, then brushed teeth to hide evidence

I snowboard. It’s no big deal.

Juno MacGuff: No… I mean for real. ‘Cause you’re, like, the coolest person I’ve ever met, and you don’t even have to try, you know…
Paulie Bleeker: I try really hard, actually.

Great things happened today. However, most importantly, I finally have photo evidence that I snowboard. I can now casually post this picture in key image-building social websites, thereby upping my cool quotient by at least 4. Maybe even 5.

Behold their impeccable posture.
On my left is Drew and Mike. Behind us, we have a treacherous slope, that we conquered, masterfully*.

*Yes, masterfully. What’s it to you?

Ugly Betty

This past Wednesday’s episode of Ugly Betty was amazing. I know what you’re thinking, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

For those of you who missed it, here is a recap. Betty wants to help her lover become more excited about something aside from their relationship. So, she shows a curator the room where her lover kept all of his paintings. The curator is thrilled with what she sees and decides to present his work in an opening for up-and-comping talent. Betty, thrilled, invites everyone to the exhibit.

When they arrive at the exhibit, Betty quickly realizes that her lover’s paintings were all of her! She is humiliated! Her lover is also embarrassed. “How could you?!” he hisses.

“HOW COULD YOU?!” she responds. “Do you hate me?!” (Most of the paintings were not flattering.) He explains that he painted the negative ones when they were on a break. Then, he accuses Betty of not having enough passion. He says, “Maybe the problem isn’t that I have too much passion.” Dramatic pause. “It’s that you don’t have enough.”

Betty, not enough passion, could it be? With a little help from her sister, she realizes of course it could not be.

Betty presents to him her diary, filled with pages and pages of writing about their relationship.

“Betty I didn’t mean what I said, I was angry,” he explains to her, “you don’t have to show this to me.”

“No,” Betty insists, “I want you to see this.” And the two of them reconcile their emotions for each other.

What a great show!

Hello 2010. Hello.

Happy New Year!

Some amazing things have already happened this year, so let me fill you in, via music video, of course.

In addition to having a great time (thank you Andrea!), I learned many important things on the West coast.

1. People in Pacific time zone don’t get their own New Year’s countdowns – they watch repeats of East coast countdowns. Upon realizing this, I felt embarrassed for them.

2. If you are looking for pearls in oyster shells, you must choose fat, round oyster shells.

3. Divine Delights is the most aptly named pastry company, ever. Their petit fours are amazing, and I have already ordered their catalog so I can order them next holiday season.

awkward haircut photoSince we’ve returned from California, I vowed to get a makeover – a whole new look. After doing some research, I learned a makeover costs $500.

So, then, I vowed to get a haircut: it was 90% cheaper than getting a makeover. Here is a picture – notice the layers and change of length. The new cut also brings out my strongest facial features, which were previously overshadowed by my longer hair length. Nice, yes?

Flying into the New Year

I just saw the best in-flight safety video. I laughed, I retained the information, and I feel a little bit safer on the flight because I am confident about my awareness of the exits, the flotation devices, and air masks. It was a phenomenal video. I’m flying Virgin America, and this post is brought to you courtesy of google, who is providing in-flight wireless services for free! So if you happen to be flying Virgin America this season, you have a lot to look forward to.

In other news, David is sleeping soundly. Well, wait, maybe not, let me check by staring at him and monitoring his breathing, maybe touching him gently to see if he stirs; perhaps a subtle shake too, to be sure.

Okay, yes, I’ve confirmed it: David was sleeping soundly. We bring you only the facts, here at imawkward.com.

And now, I bring you my favorite email exchange for the year: it is an email exchange between me and the study abroad director, Sarah, in regards to a mandatory orientation session. Note: I do not know Sarah well, and the email exchange is legit.

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Sarah I’m sorry -I should have sent this email to you much, much sooner. I realize this session is MANDATORY. Is there any contingency plan for people who cannot make it? Any kind of reading they could pick up? Any kind of begging they can do to get
the information?

-Me

————

Hi [My Name],

Not really. You can pick up your materials next week and then make an appointment Kristen Erics separately.

I have to ask if this is a really important reason, because you definitely won’t get the same information by doing the above.

Sarah

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Hi Sarah,

Yes, it is very important. – my friends are getting married (my boyfriend is best man), and it’s a morning wedding, so I should make it in time, but I was worried it would go over-time. Because they are such good friends, I wouldn’t feel great sneaking out early. Most importantly, the groom has instructed the bride to throw the bouquet to me, and if I’m not there to catch it, I may never get married.

-Me

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Just come when you can. It you can make it by 4 or so, that would be
fine. Just go straight to your meeting room.

Sarah
______

Thank you for understanding.

How to Read Life Lines on Palms

Hello Loyal Readers!

The holiday season is upon us, which means we have many a holiday party to attend, and many a conversation to have. And what better gift can I give you than an outstanding conversation piece? That was a rhetorical question, of course. Conversation pieces are the best gift ever.

Drumroll please: I give you…. the knowledge necessary to read palms. That’s right – after viewing this video, you will be able to read the life lines on palms. So, if you are standing around, chatting with people, and silence ensues, you may politely say, “Oh! You know, I recently learned a little about palm reading. May I?” and then reach for someone’s left hand.

Now, conventionally, you would only view the how-to video. Maybe you would retain the information, but you probably wouldn’t.

What I am about to give you is more than just an instructive video. This video is INTERACTIVE!

What does that mean? Duh! It means that you will learn more from the video the first time around because it forces you to prove you are paying attention and keeps you engaged.

You’re welcome.

Let me know your thoughts, and of course, Merry Happy!


*Source video courtesy of: http://www.wonderhowto.com/how-to/video/how-to-read-life-lines-on-palms-207682/

Not So Smooth Criminal

I had some overdue library books, again. This time however, two books were overdue 10 days. I know what you’re thinking: you can’t even look at me right now.

I never rebelled as a teenager you see, so now, in adulthood, I compensate by challenging the limits in strange ways.

Actually, that’s not true. There are more forces at play here.

See, back in the day librarians would stamp the back of library books with a due date, so you knew exactly when the book was due because it was on the book. Now, they give you a slip of paper, like a receipt, for all of your books checked out. Naturally I use these slips of paper as book marks, note papers, coasters, and pretty much anything but reminders of due dates. These easy-to-lose slips of paper are all part of a sinister library plot to encourage more overdue books to collect money from patrons. It’s an elaborate racket. You heard it here first.

Anyway, on Tuesday, I got a call from my mother, while I was at work.

She sounded worried.

Mom: Sweetheart, are you…okay?

Me: Yes…Mom what’s wrong?

Mom: The library called.

Me: Oh what did they say?

Mom: (ashamed) They said you had books checked out that were 10 days overdue.

Me: OH! Right, I do. I was still using them for school and had forgotten they were due Mom. I’ll return them soon.

Mom: This isn’t like you. Are you sure you’re okay?

Me: Yes! The books are ready to be returned, they’re in my car.

Mom: Okay, well do you need the library’s phone number to contact them?

Me: No.

Mom: They left their phone number.

Me: I already have the library phone number stored on my speed dial.

Mom: Okay.

That night, I got home, and my father was waiting for me.

Dad: I heard about what happened. Did you return the library books?

Me: I didn’t make it in time today Dad. I’ll return them first thing tomorrow.

Dad: The message on the answering machine sounded very upset. The lady who left the message repeated the situation THREE times. I imagine they are very disappointed…since you didn’t return them today, you should also email them an apology note. Explain that you were using the books for school and you lost track of the due date.

Me: Dad it’s an automated message. It wasn’t a real person; it was on auto-repeat.

Dad: Oh, an automated message!?

Me: Yes, it’s a computer system sending out these calls.

Dad: That is fascinating! I still think you owe the library an apology.

Me: I’ll pay the fine and apologize.

Wednesday

(Library)

Me: I’m here to return these overdue books, pay a fine, and apologize.

Librarian: Okay, let’s see here. You owe $6.45.

Me: Here is $10.45.

Librarian: Great, let me get your change.

Me: I’m really sorry about these overdue books. It was irresponsible of me.

Librarian: (shrugs) It’s okay….it happens all the time.

Me: I assure you my parents didn’t raise me this way.

Librarian: (nods) (Did she not believe me?)

Me: Sorry again… Have a good day!

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