But then I watched it for the first time the other day and had a revelation....
HOLY MOTHER OF TOM CRUISE ITS MY TWIN
Perhaps we're related.....
Thursday, September 27, 2012
The Hard Times of Natalie Berger
Ever since its premier in 2010, The Hard Times of RJ Berger has haunted every fiber of my being. People think they are so witty and original when they call me "RJ" or ask me if its hard....and then its like "oh ha ha look how hilarious you are. You didn't think that other guy over there just said the same thing?" For the longest time avoided that show like the PLAGUE
"Im so in love!" says everyone but me
754, 046, 393 people are kissing right now. Just kidding, I made that up just now. Did you know 85% of all statistics are made up?
Okay if there really are 754, 046, 393 people kissing right now, I know for a fact that I am not included in that bunch. Mostly because I am writing this blog right now but I wasn't kissing anyone in the last 24 hours (and 12+ months either...) But I suppose its for the best because love makes everyone crazy and I'm already packing on enough crazy. So now I will tell you stories of other crazy people overcome by their love.
Serenading someone outside their window is considered to be one of the most romantic gestures you can do for someone you love, whether it be a mariachi band, a boom box or (my personal favorite) a full ukulele band. But most movies don't show the part of the story before the person inside the room finally notices someone is throwing things at their window. They probably don't do this because, well, you look like a damn moron.
It was cold and dark and drizzling as I walked by the residents' hall. Squinting into the darkness, I see a boy with a guitar slung over his back standing beneath a window up on the third floor. He draws back his arm and begins throwing rocks up at the window, eventually trying a whole fist full after the first ones fail. Well, this clearly wasn't very well thought out because what goes up, must come down. And now here I am, laughing my butt off at this poor kid shielding himself from a shower of rocks. It may have been the most depressing thing I've ever seen coming from someone other than myself. But I do give mad props to the kid for his determination because after his unfortunate rock shower, he just picks up where he left off and starts throwing again. So, Mister John Cusack of NMU, we at Awkward Adventures are hoping you and your lady friend got it on like a couple of bunnies that night. Because you deserve it, buddy.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Professional Help
So, I was having a rough day and called my mom.
Bad idea.
Home girl freaked out and ordered me to go see an on-campus therapist...
Now mind you, I saw a therapist for almost two years back at home. She was one of the greatest people I've met in my life, and inspired me to become a therapist as well. I didn't think I would be able to connect with anyone on the level that we did, but I wanted to keep an open mind. Then I started feeling really guilty, that I was wasting the therapist's time because I don't need a therapist anymore!
I actually got there, and then she came out of her office and half smiled, not really a friendly one, but not hostile. I automatically didn't like her, but still told myself I had to give her a chance.
So she asked me how I felt about being here.
"Well, I guess like everyone else I'm having mixed feelings about it. It's nice meeting so many new people, but at the same time I miss my old friends."
To which she replied:
"Well, it kind of sounds like you're having mixed feelings about being here."
... I just said that.
And that was pretty much the first half of the therapy session, hearing myself being quoted. Then at some point I really started missing my old therapist. I was making jokes, and the new lady was completely unresponsive, and my old therapist would crack up even if they were really terrible. So I just started crying because this session was so painfully uncomfortable and pointless...
"I can see that you're kind of tearing up"
"Oh no, I just have allergies" I lied.
And the session concluded with me giving one word responses, her telling me that I could see a different therapist since it was so obvious that we had no connection, and me practically crashing into the door from trying to escape so quickly.
So the point of this story is... well, there is no point, there never is.
Bad idea.
Home girl freaked out and ordered me to go see an on-campus therapist...
Now mind you, I saw a therapist for almost two years back at home. She was one of the greatest people I've met in my life, and inspired me to become a therapist as well. I didn't think I would be able to connect with anyone on the level that we did, but I wanted to keep an open mind. Then I started feeling really guilty, that I was wasting the therapist's time because I don't need a therapist anymore!
I actually got there, and then she came out of her office and half smiled, not really a friendly one, but not hostile. I automatically didn't like her, but still told myself I had to give her a chance.
So she asked me how I felt about being here.
"Well, I guess like everyone else I'm having mixed feelings about it. It's nice meeting so many new people, but at the same time I miss my old friends."
To which she replied:
"Well, it kind of sounds like you're having mixed feelings about being here."
... I just said that.
And that was pretty much the first half of the therapy session, hearing myself being quoted. Then at some point I really started missing my old therapist. I was making jokes, and the new lady was completely unresponsive, and my old therapist would crack up even if they were really terrible. So I just started crying because this session was so painfully uncomfortable and pointless...
"I can see that you're kind of tearing up"
"Oh no, I just have allergies" I lied.
And the session concluded with me giving one word responses, her telling me that I could see a different therapist since it was so obvious that we had no connection, and me practically crashing into the door from trying to escape so quickly.
So the point of this story is... well, there is no point, there never is.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
18 Bad-Ass Things
Happy birthday to me.
I've entered the real world today! I don't feel any different...
So anyways, I've been working on this list for a while. It hit me one day that I get great pleasure out of talking like I'm hardcore, and being from Detroit (well, Berkley, same thing, right?) automatically established my "thug" status. But I realized I had never really lived up to my title, my calling. So I started to work on a list of every delinquent activity I had taken part in, and did a few more things to add on to it. So, here it is, the 18 bad-ass things I did before I turned 18:
1. Forged my Dad's signature
That's right. We went on a field trip, and I just felt like using my master skills to sign the slip as my dad. But don't worry, I told him where we were going and when we were getting back, didn't wanna take things too far...
2. Pierced myself.
That second hole on my earlobe that you see? Did it myself. Got infected...
3. Drove a car...
...at age 13. BAM.
4. Was told that all minors were required by law to wear a life jacket on a tubing adventure... didn't wear a life jacket.
5. Smoked a cigarette
So honestly, I think smoking is so gross. I did this one so that when I say "smoking is gross" people won't say "oh but you've never tried it" because I have!!! >:)
6. Drank Alcohol
At a Christmas party. Took the offer despite my mom's disapproving glares.
7. Drove with more than one passenger in the car within the first year of getting my license.
Is this only a Michigan law? I don't know. But I broke it.
8. Didn't ask parent's permission to play on Neopets.Com
The guilt has haunted me throughout the years, but don't tell my thug friends.
9. Stole a beanie baby
Don't worry, I got scared and put it back.
10. Skipped class
11. Cheated on a test
I could only use one sheet of paper for my cheat sheet and I had it written on two pieces of paper but it could all fit on one page, and my teacher caught me pulling out sheet #2. Didn't get punished, I must have intimidated her.
12. Got kicked out of Westborn
On a number of occasions.
13. Trespassed on The Homestead resort and skied down the hill
All Uncle Jim's idea
14. Took frogs home from the campsite when Grandma told me not to
15. Snuck out
When I was 10. We wanted to pretend to be witches in the dark, and the parental units wouldn't let us go outside. We went anyway.
16. Asked my teacher to go to the bathroom. Roamed the halls instead.
17. Went home for lunch as a Freshman in High School... WITHOUT A PASS
BHS wasn't all into off campus lunch for underclassmen.
18. Freeloaded on free samples at Westborn.
Yee. Thug life. I guess I should straighten out now that I'm an adult, though.
I've entered the real world today! I don't feel any different...
So anyways, I've been working on this list for a while. It hit me one day that I get great pleasure out of talking like I'm hardcore, and being from Detroit (well, Berkley, same thing, right?) automatically established my "thug" status. But I realized I had never really lived up to my title, my calling. So I started to work on a list of every delinquent activity I had taken part in, and did a few more things to add on to it. So, here it is, the 18 bad-ass things I did before I turned 18:
1. Forged my Dad's signature
That's right. We went on a field trip, and I just felt like using my master skills to sign the slip as my dad. But don't worry, I told him where we were going and when we were getting back, didn't wanna take things too far...
2. Pierced myself.
That second hole on my earlobe that you see? Did it myself. Got infected...
3. Drove a car...
...at age 13. BAM.
4. Was told that all minors were required by law to wear a life jacket on a tubing adventure... didn't wear a life jacket.
5. Smoked a cigarette
So honestly, I think smoking is so gross. I did this one so that when I say "smoking is gross" people won't say "oh but you've never tried it" because I have!!! >:)
6. Drank Alcohol
At a Christmas party. Took the offer despite my mom's disapproving glares.
7. Drove with more than one passenger in the car within the first year of getting my license.
Is this only a Michigan law? I don't know. But I broke it.
8. Didn't ask parent's permission to play on Neopets.Com
The guilt has haunted me throughout the years, but don't tell my thug friends.
9. Stole a beanie baby
Don't worry, I got scared and put it back.
10. Skipped class
11. Cheated on a test
I could only use one sheet of paper for my cheat sheet and I had it written on two pieces of paper but it could all fit on one page, and my teacher caught me pulling out sheet #2. Didn't get punished, I must have intimidated her.
12. Got kicked out of Westborn
On a number of occasions.
13. Trespassed on The Homestead resort and skied down the hill
All Uncle Jim's idea
14. Took frogs home from the campsite when Grandma told me not to
15. Snuck out
When I was 10. We wanted to pretend to be witches in the dark, and the parental units wouldn't let us go outside. We went anyway.
16. Asked my teacher to go to the bathroom. Roamed the halls instead.
17. Went home for lunch as a Freshman in High School... WITHOUT A PASS
BHS wasn't all into off campus lunch for underclassmen.
18. Freeloaded on free samples at Westborn.
Yee. Thug life. I guess I should straighten out now that I'm an adult, though.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Surprise Hand Holding
Okay, so this is basically pretty self explanatory....
please enjoy our shenanigans for the day.
Here is the original video (because we are copycats) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W27pfiRg5WQ
No, I promise, it's just water
Don't get me wrong, I love my bike like the child I never had (and will not have for quite some time). My jeep is currently residing in Metro-Detroit, so as for transportation, I'm stuck with either my own two feet or my freaking-awesome-spectacular-hardcore mountain bike. The choice should be quite apparent, right?
Well, not really.
The skies of Marquette have been splattering the poor kids here with rain every day for the last week. Even when the sun is shinning, there is a good chance that the angels are crying. I'm serious, the sun will be blaring and just when you let your guard down and walk outside to bask in the sunshine, IT'S RAINING SIMULTANEOUSLY!!!
There are definitely ups and downs to riding a bike in the rain. Sure, you arrive at your destination in a more timely fashion that on foot. And yeah, at the same you're getting whipped in the face with the rain with 10 times the force. But of course, I have much worse problems.
You see, dear reader, the seat on my bike is extremely absorbent, and that equals a giant stain of water right on my tush every time I ride it. Cute, huh? And if you've ever biked in Marquette, you would know that you can't just stand the whole ride, you would die of exhaustion from those insane uphills!
So, I tried a few of my techniques to hide my rear-end and avoid interrogation.
1. The Ninja
AKA walking with my back against the wall. It not only hides my derriere, it makes me look just generally awesome. People are like, hey, I want to hang with that girl!
2. The off-the-shoulder look
AKA only leaving one strap of my backpack on my shoulder, and the other one to dangle freely. Unfortunately, it actually touches my wet jeans, so now there is a giant blue stain on the back of my bag. But it's not like anyone even sees that part of my backpack anyways.
3. The Ballerina
AKA just spinning and turning around so no one can focus on one part of your body for too long. You'll also get street cred for your sick dance moves.
However, sometimes people are just so fixated on butts that you can't un-glue their eyes. If all else fails, you've still got another option besides explaining what REALLY happened (because we all know that's no fun). All you've got to do is just embarrass them even more. So, simply accuse them of being a pervert, or a lesbian (or both), and just walk away.
Well, not really.
The skies of Marquette have been splattering the poor kids here with rain every day for the last week. Even when the sun is shinning, there is a good chance that the angels are crying. I'm serious, the sun will be blaring and just when you let your guard down and walk outside to bask in the sunshine, IT'S RAINING SIMULTANEOUSLY!!!
There are definitely ups and downs to riding a bike in the rain. Sure, you arrive at your destination in a more timely fashion that on foot. And yeah, at the same you're getting whipped in the face with the rain with 10 times the force. But of course, I have much worse problems.
You see, dear reader, the seat on my bike is extremely absorbent, and that equals a giant stain of water right on my tush every time I ride it. Cute, huh? And if you've ever biked in Marquette, you would know that you can't just stand the whole ride, you would die of exhaustion from those insane uphills!
So, I tried a few of my techniques to hide my rear-end and avoid interrogation.
1. The Ninja
AKA walking with my back against the wall. It not only hides my derriere, it makes me look just generally awesome. People are like, hey, I want to hang with that girl!
2. The off-the-shoulder look
AKA only leaving one strap of my backpack on my shoulder, and the other one to dangle freely. Unfortunately, it actually touches my wet jeans, so now there is a giant blue stain on the back of my bag. But it's not like anyone even sees that part of my backpack anyways.
3. The Ballerina
AKA just spinning and turning around so no one can focus on one part of your body for too long. You'll also get street cred for your sick dance moves.
However, sometimes people are just so fixated on butts that you can't un-glue their eyes. If all else fails, you've still got another option besides explaining what REALLY happened (because we all know that's no fun). All you've got to do is just embarrass them even more. So, simply accuse them of being a pervert, or a lesbian (or both), and just walk away.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
A running list of thoughts for the weekend
this coconut bra is quite uncomfortable.
I look like an angler fish.
gjaigjaigbkladkfbjai bahhhh homecoming float building.
my butt is really cold in here.
what if I chop my finger off?
This star has a little nemo fin.
that is super adorable! I must buy it.
Oh wow...I'm not going to tell you that looks awful....
maybe if I sit this way it'll make my butt look good.
why is that green? oh well.
Allow me to just sit and stare at you for a bit.
OMGGGGG okay. im good.
Well this is cramped.
gahhh its toooo hotttt.
now im really cold.
did that just happen?
aw dang just got paint all over my awesome pants.
I'm hungry.
I'm starving.
third wheellinnnn!
i look so bad ass right now.
this isn't going to stand up by itself.
bring me the gaff tape!!!
BIG BEN IS DOWN!
please dont let me fall off.
I am going to die.
oh look...its starting to rain.....
hold onnnnn tiiigghhttt
I almost just died.
I deserve a smoothie.
Just let me put on this giant dog costume and look super sexy....
so heavyyy and hotttt
woof. woof. I look dumb. woof woof. my neck hurts. woof.
dumb jocks leaving their trash everywhere.
let me pick it up.
it smells like dog poop in here....
THERE IS POO ON MY HAND
dumb jocks leaving dog crap everywhere.
get offfff myyy handdddd
why does it smell like coffee in my room?
oh...i just spilled it everywhere....
no time! I have to go to an interview!
I really need to clean this up.
wait....who is coming over?
just a little.
i love this show!
watch me....i know ALL the words
oh...im not as good as you....
sure.
Im on an egg.
gotta pee.
let me sit in this box.
oops.
Im in a egg.
wish you were here....
no! bad idea!
what if i could laugh colors?
....I think I should go to bed now.
noooooo i dont want to wake uppppp
So much laundryyyy
washer.
sleep.
wake up.
dryer.
sleep.
wake up.
mmm fun dip is so good.
Im cold.
let me lean back in this chair and close the window....
ouch. that was dumb.
im hungry...maybe I should haul my butt to the MP....
So lazzyyyy you come over *here*
I love this movieeee
you guys are so adorable. I wish I could have that now.
I like food.
faceboookkkk
hope no one finds out!
one more...
bahhh you're kidding meeeee.
sleeeep.
im hungry
lets play with this giant box i found.
impostor bubble wrap!!!
lets go work out!
Im all glisteny and sweaty
I hope this doesn't make my butt look big.
ooooweeee Ima look hot!
Patrick swayyyzzeeee mmmmm
ima paint my nails
....must....itch...faceee
i have no life.
let me post this blog.
I am so hilarious....and sexy.
Im tired.
Oh crap....maybe I should have studied...oh well.
I look like an angler fish.
gjaigjaigbkladkfbjai bahhhh homecoming float building.
my butt is really cold in here.
what if I chop my finger off?
This star has a little nemo fin.
that is super adorable! I must buy it.
Oh wow...I'm not going to tell you that looks awful....
maybe if I sit this way it'll make my butt look good.
why is that green? oh well.
Allow me to just sit and stare at you for a bit.
OMGGGGG okay. im good.
Well this is cramped.
gahhh its toooo hotttt.
now im really cold.
did that just happen?
aw dang just got paint all over my awesome pants.
I'm hungry.
I'm starving.
third wheellinnnn!
i look so bad ass right now.
this isn't going to stand up by itself.
bring me the gaff tape!!!
BIG BEN IS DOWN!
please dont let me fall off.
I am going to die.
oh look...its starting to rain.....
hold onnnnn tiiigghhttt
I almost just died.
I deserve a smoothie.
Just let me put on this giant dog costume and look super sexy....
so heavyyy and hotttt
woof. woof. I look dumb. woof woof. my neck hurts. woof.
dumb jocks leaving their trash everywhere.
let me pick it up.
it smells like dog poop in here....
THERE IS POO ON MY HAND
dumb jocks leaving dog crap everywhere.
get offfff myyy handdddd
why does it smell like coffee in my room?
oh...i just spilled it everywhere....
no time! I have to go to an interview!
I really need to clean this up.
wait....who is coming over?
just a little.
i love this show!
watch me....i know ALL the words
oh...im not as good as you....
sure.
Im on an egg.
gotta pee.
let me sit in this box.
oops.
Im in a egg.
wish you were here....
no! bad idea!
what if i could laugh colors?
....I think I should go to bed now.
noooooo i dont want to wake uppppp
So much laundryyyy
washer.
sleep.
wake up.
dryer.
sleep.
wake up.
mmm fun dip is so good.
Im cold.
let me lean back in this chair and close the window....
ouch. that was dumb.
im hungry...maybe I should haul my butt to the MP....
So lazzyyyy you come over *here*
I love this movieeee
you guys are so adorable. I wish I could have that now.
I like food.
faceboookkkk
hope no one finds out!
one more...
bahhh you're kidding meeeee.
sleeeep.
im hungry
lets play with this giant box i found.
impostor bubble wrap!!!
lets go work out!
Im all glisteny and sweaty
I hope this doesn't make my butt look big.
ooooweeee Ima look hot!
Patrick swayyyzzeeee mmmmm
ima paint my nails
....must....itch...faceee
i have no life.
let me post this blog.
I am so hilarious....and sexy.
Im tired.
Oh crap....maybe I should have studied...oh well.
How to make friends
So, when you're at school 8 hours away from home, odds are you're a total loner. Our cafeteria here at NMU is called the Market Place(or MP), and while most kids here are, literally, drooling with anticipation to get their food, I'm usually freaking out. Why? Because not having a lot of friends means a LOT of sitting alone.
But the good news is, there is a plethora of other kids who are stuck with this horrible fate as well. And so it was decided: I am going to make friends by sitting with random people.
Out of the 5 billion times that I've sat down with random people, I made one friend whom I still talk to. The other 4,999,999,999 times, I just make the poor kids feel really, really uncomfortable, but I must give them props because they are super talented when it comes to hiding it.
So this actually happened a few days ago, but it was so funny that I just had to tell you about it:
After I prepared my own waffle, slightly deformed, drizzled it in the syrup we all secretly love to indulge in, and snagged one of those scrumptious muffins, I walked into the spirit room and sought out my victim.
OH MY GOD!!!!
For once, an extremely attractive young man was sitting all by himself, and I pounced on opportunity.
"Hey, are you sitting by yourself?" Said I.
"Oh yeah, you can sit here if you want." Said he.
"Wanna go get married? Right now?" Said no one. Unfortunately.
So I sat down and muttered something about being a freshman and not knowing anyone here, and just my luck, a girl I had met a few days before yelled "Oh, hey Mariel!" and like that, my cover was blown. I wasn't the pitiful loner girl anymore. He smiled, but I was dying. How was I supposed to win his heart if I couldn't receive his pity?
So I panicked and decided to improvise. Names will be changed to protect identity.
"Hey, Jessie! Wanna come sit with us?"
So she came over and we all introduced ourselves, and went through the typical list of things we all like to ask each other when we're meeting new people here: Which dorm are you in, what's your major, what class has got you up so early that you're at the MP at 7:30 in the morning, etc. When of course, our new friend, Gary, told us that he was studying pre-dentistry.
"Eww, that's... Well, I don't want to offend, but I have a lot against dentists, since one of them invented the electric chair. And can you IMAGINE what it would be like to have to constantly be looking in people's mouths? That's so gross! But if that's what you like, then that's cool." Said Jessie.
Followed by awkward silence.
Gary smiled at me (and I melted), and told me that the muffin I grabbed looked really good, and that he was going to go get one as well.
Needless to say, he never came back.
Opportunity abolished.
But the good news is, there is a plethora of other kids who are stuck with this horrible fate as well. And so it was decided: I am going to make friends by sitting with random people.
Out of the 5 billion times that I've sat down with random people, I made one friend whom I still talk to. The other 4,999,999,999 times, I just make the poor kids feel really, really uncomfortable, but I must give them props because they are super talented when it comes to hiding it.
So this actually happened a few days ago, but it was so funny that I just had to tell you about it:
After I prepared my own waffle, slightly deformed, drizzled it in the syrup we all secretly love to indulge in, and snagged one of those scrumptious muffins, I walked into the spirit room and sought out my victim.
OH MY GOD!!!!
For once, an extremely attractive young man was sitting all by himself, and I pounced on opportunity.
"Hey, are you sitting by yourself?" Said I.
"Oh yeah, you can sit here if you want." Said he.
"Wanna go get married? Right now?" Said no one. Unfortunately.
So I sat down and muttered something about being a freshman and not knowing anyone here, and just my luck, a girl I had met a few days before yelled "Oh, hey Mariel!" and like that, my cover was blown. I wasn't the pitiful loner girl anymore. He smiled, but I was dying. How was I supposed to win his heart if I couldn't receive his pity?
So I panicked and decided to improvise. Names will be changed to protect identity.
"Hey, Jessie! Wanna come sit with us?"
So she came over and we all introduced ourselves, and went through the typical list of things we all like to ask each other when we're meeting new people here: Which dorm are you in, what's your major, what class has got you up so early that you're at the MP at 7:30 in the morning, etc. When of course, our new friend, Gary, told us that he was studying pre-dentistry.
"Eww, that's... Well, I don't want to offend, but I have a lot against dentists, since one of them invented the electric chair. And can you IMAGINE what it would be like to have to constantly be looking in people's mouths? That's so gross! But if that's what you like, then that's cool." Said Jessie.
Followed by awkward silence.
Gary smiled at me (and I melted), and told me that the muffin I grabbed looked really good, and that he was going to go get one as well.
Needless to say, he never came back.
Opportunity abolished.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Senor Shirtless
I feel like we all know that one guy (or girl?) who almost never seems to wear a shirt. And the times they do actually bother to cover up their abs of steel (or pudding if you are so unlucky) its basically the shirt equivalent to a thong--absolutely no point other than getting into a restaurant....though you could probably get away with no underwear in a restaurant but why wouldn't you wear underwear to a restaurant anyway? But thats beside the point. Its basically the saddest excuse for a shirt I've ever seen.
That guy lives directly across the hall from me.
Opens the door.
Removes thong shirt.
Flex and rub his happy trail.
And I can see all of this from the comfort of my little black ikea chair at my desk.
This may sound like a complaint but it is far from it.
Who WOULD complain about Senor Shirtless prancing about in nothing but a towel? I could honestly sit with a giant bowl of popcorn and watch the show all day.
But then comes the time when its like....okay, sir....you are currently in the process of ruining every other shirtless experience I may have in the future (although that future is likely in a galaxy far, far away because i just had the nerve to quote science fiction). But still! I'm becoming immune to rippling abdominal muscles. Now its like, okay, whatever, see it all the time, no big deal. But it should be a big deal! It needs to be more along the lines of "holy pectoralis major, batman!!!"
Maybe I will grant him with a gift of oversized, itchy, wooly christmas sweater....complete with jingle bells. Hot.
But then that would completely immunize me against men wearing christmas sweaters....and that may be worse. I cannot have that.
That guy lives directly across the hall from me.
Opens the door.
Removes thong shirt.
Flex and rub his happy trail.
And I can see all of this from the comfort of my little black ikea chair at my desk.
This may sound like a complaint but it is far from it.
Who WOULD complain about Senor Shirtless prancing about in nothing but a towel? I could honestly sit with a giant bowl of popcorn and watch the show all day.
But then comes the time when its like....okay, sir....you are currently in the process of ruining every other shirtless experience I may have in the future (although that future is likely in a galaxy far, far away because i just had the nerve to quote science fiction). But still! I'm becoming immune to rippling abdominal muscles. Now its like, okay, whatever, see it all the time, no big deal. But it should be a big deal! It needs to be more along the lines of "holy pectoralis major, batman!!!"
Maybe I will grant him with a gift of oversized, itchy, wooly christmas sweater....complete with jingle bells. Hot.
But then that would completely immunize me against men wearing christmas sweaters....and that may be worse. I cannot have that.
Hello, I'm Natalie
I am also a Freshie at Northern Michigan University majoring in digital cinema and theatre (which happen to both make the list of most useless majors so I am basically part of the Future Hobos/Waitress/Barmitzva Photographer of America club). Anyway, being a poor college kid who cant even afford milk for my cardboardy Honey Bunches of Oats (with almonds) and nothing on television except reruns of The Kardashians and Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, I have no other choice than to succumb to the myriad of ridiculousness college provides. I learn so much...and go to class on the side of all this.
So have a grand ole time basking in the warmth of the narcissism of this blog.
An introduction to the magical life of Mariel Murray
Hola!
So I'm Mariel, and over dinner tonight I was discussing with my friend Natalie the matter of "blogging" and how I wished to participate in the wonderful world of blogs!
But what the heck was I supposed to blog about?
So we started talking about different subjects, and a grand idea hit us. Since we both seem to be getting stuck in weird/uncomfortable situations on a regular basis, we decided to be co-authors on our blog, The Awkward Adventures!
So anyways, I guess you would like to know my life story now. Well, I'm a Freshman at Northern Michigan University, studying Psychology. I'm a dancer, which is funny because I'm a klutz so I'm always tripping/falling. I'm also a photographer, which is also funny because I drop my camera on occasion and she just never breaks, she's a trooper.
Natalie and I danced together in High School, and she's my only friend here (insert forever alone face) :(. Just kidding, we have Andy. And Billy. And my roommate is pretty cool. And sometimes I go out to dinner with the kids down the hall. And that girl who sits by me in math who smells kind of funny.
I also live in a dorm. It's a pretty tough life being a poor college student, so let's see how this year goes...
Thanks for stalking us!
So I'm Mariel, and over dinner tonight I was discussing with my friend Natalie the matter of "blogging" and how I wished to participate in the wonderful world of blogs!
But what the heck was I supposed to blog about?
So we started talking about different subjects, and a grand idea hit us. Since we both seem to be getting stuck in weird/uncomfortable situations on a regular basis, we decided to be co-authors on our blog, The Awkward Adventures!
So anyways, I guess you would like to know my life story now. Well, I'm a Freshman at Northern Michigan University, studying Psychology. I'm a dancer, which is funny because I'm a klutz so I'm always tripping/falling. I'm also a photographer, which is also funny because I drop my camera on occasion and she just never breaks, she's a trooper.
Natalie and I danced together in High School, and she's my only friend here (insert forever alone face) :(. Just kidding, we have Andy. And Billy. And my roommate is pretty cool. And sometimes I go out to dinner with the kids down the hall. And that girl who sits by me in math who smells kind of funny.
I also live in a dorm. It's a pretty tough life being a poor college student, so let's see how this year goes...
Thanks for stalking us!
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