Things.

My English teacher, Mrs. Jackson, would not approve of my vague title. She would tell me to be more specific. But "Things" is just about how specific I want to get at the moment.

Because my lovely friend Nicole wanted me to, I will mention her in this post. Because "ID BETTER BE AFTER ALL THAT HAPPENDED(;" were her exact words. So here's to you, Nicole. You are so beautiful, and wonderful, and I love you so much! And you boost my self esteem into planetary distances. Perhaps even galaxy-wide distances.

So school is... stressful. And awesome. And stressful. And drama-filled. And slow. And fast. And... stressful. High School, am I right?

None of previous said things about school were even real sentences. Maybe I should work on that. You know, proper sentence sTruCTuRe. Ha, even that wasn't grammatically correct. Perhaps paying more attention in English would do me some good, rather than writing goofy things on my "study" paper.

But I really don't care at the moment. I am past caring. Today, I took a bible test (with a secular focus, to help with spotting allusions to the bible in literature) and I'm pretty sure I didn't do very well. Usually, that would freak me out, but this time it didn't. I retained barely any of the information I read, and some of the questions on the test truly had me stumped. But I didn't care. I know, I know, I'm probably going to hell for this.

Halloween is almost upon us! What are you dressing uP as? You'd better be dressing up, because what other point to Halloween is there? That's how you get candy, for God's sake! I had a dream a couple nights ago, where I was going to go as "Flo, the Progressive Girl" from the commercials, but my mom said it was too expensive. So in the dream, I was like, "Oh, no worries. I'll just wear my dragon/dinosaur costume!" And I tried it on, and it was smashing! But then I woke up to realize I don't actually have a dragon/dino costume. Kind of depressing, I know.

Science Humor: Two men walk into a bar, and the first says "I'll order some H2O." The other man says, "I'll have some H2O too!" The second man died.
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Get it? 'Cause H2O2 is peroxide! Poisonous! But he was just trying to say that he would like some water as well! Anyone? Just me? All right.

Did you know that "alright" is never actually correct? It's not even a word, it's always "all right."

Speaking of grammar, I saw this hilarious picture the other day of a status:
"There, their, and they're. Get it right your in college."

Its funny because the dude used the wrong "your!" It should have been "you're" to show that it was a conjunction between "you" and "are!"

Oh man. It's no wonder I have no  real  friends...

Just kidding! I do have friends. At least my mom says so... But no, really. They are wonderful people who help me with all of my problems. They help me through all of the hard times.

My Grandpa Chuck died on Tuesday. I had gone and saw him just a day earlier. He is passed now, in a better place in better health.

I will miss him so much, as will the rest of my family.

This means that there will be a funeral. It will be held in Provo, Utah, a city I have definitely praised before. Despite the dark cloud hanging over the visit, I think I will enjoy myself. It will give me a chance to see my amazing cousins and catch up with them, and I can visit with the friends I made on my last visit. But I still feel incredibly guilty for being happy.

So yeah, I'm sad right now. But I am also happy. Which adds guilt. Of course.

But besides that, I am doing fairly well. Did anyone see the new post on Hyperbole and a Half? I did! She hasn't posted in roughly five months and now, finally, Allie's much anticipated return to the internet world!

So that's my life right now.

Awkwardness

It has come to my attention that I may be slightly aWkwArd.

The other day I was skype-chatting with a few of my friends in a giant group chat. The conversation quickly turned towards music. Namely the really cool old school stuff that I know next to nothing about.

        

Naturally, I felt a bit out of place.

Here were all (and by all I mean two) these people who know a lot of music and are naming four bands per second and I am sitting here watching it happen while not really knowing what in the heck we (they) are talking about. It was extremely... awkward.

So, after someone else said, "OH YEAH. I GREW UP WITH THEM," I decided to say, "I grew up with theme songs. Mostly Pokemon," before the other person could be all, "Blah blah I listen to cool music blah blah blah LED ZEPPELIN!"

Try to imagine, you are having a nice, deep conversation about music with a friend and all of a sudden this bumbling idiot comes out of nowhere to say something weird. What would you say?

They said nothing.

Just kept right on talking, and I felt pretty inadequate. I was simply ignored.

I really have many more examples of my crippling awkwardness, such as the time when my cousin was skyping her best friend who lives in Utah.

I was sitting there, minding my own business, when BAM! I noticed that I was on camera and there was another voice in my room, one that did not belong there. Oh! It was just her. Cool! Hi! But then, as she and my cousin's skype chat went on, I became aware of the fact that I was visible in the video camera.

So there I was, lurking in the background, now listening to their conversation. I couldn't have turned my attention somewhere else if I was offered a million dollars to do so. I was completely focused on the fact that I was now creeping in on their conversation.

I wanted to make the situation a bit more bearable for me.

But of course I just make things worse.

If only I could go back in time, and just kept my mouth shut, then we could've avoided my inner catastrophe. But no. No, I have to make weird small talk. To which, they were both very polite, but I could tell they wanted to be left alone.

                  

I started to talk a bit more, interrupting their every sentence. Eventually I took to going downstairs for little bits at a time, to find something to eat or occupy myself with. Alas, I could never find anything satisfying, so I had to head on back upstairs. To the skype call.

I spent the rest of the talk awkwardly interjecting at inappropriate times, and eventually, my cousin's friend (also my friend.. I hope. If she doesn't hate me after this) called me out on it.

I felt as if I needed to do a little walk of shame, but decided that that would be weird and unnecessary. So instead I opted for the awkward "head hang."

It was the opposite of successful. Like most of my endeavors.

I don't really have an appropriate ending for this post.