Neurons and Bad Porn Announcements and Embarrassing Moments

Today made me laugh.

We had to pretend to be a nerve in Psychology. Basically, we lined up and squeezed each other's shoulders to send "messages" around the room. It was rather fun. It woke us up, anyway.

The announcements were about the silliest thing ever . . . that ad. The sad part is, I knew all of the people in it, too . . . Brock, that girl who sat across from me in Art class sophmore year, and that one boy from Improv . . .

( Here's What Happened: See If YOU Could Understand From the Context )

It ended up looking more like a bad porno than anything else, honestly, lol. Everyone in English, the class I'm in when the announcements come on, was so ineffably confused. Tracy was like, "Okay, so now they're just sticking random stuff on there for no reason at all???"

You know, in most announcements, people actually say what it is they're advertising. There's usually a little explanation. In this, no . . . lol . . . it was just some randomness . . .

I was embarrassed for them.

(I did figure it out later . . . APPARENTLY it was an ad for the Humane Society Club's fundraiser of selling those yummy little candy sticks, which only cost $.10 . . . Kristina gave me a raspberry one she bought yesterday to bribe me to go talk to Mrs. Glenn about Summer Shakespeare because she didn't want to, and I bought a butterscotch one today . . . they're good ^_^)

Speaking of embarrassing moments, we had to write about them in AP US Government today for our microtheme (for ye uninitiated, microthemes are little paragraph thing we have to do once a week to make sure we stay accredited . . . it's about the most retarded thing ever, lol . . . ).

I couldn't think of any. Now, I have plenty of what WOULD be considered embarrassing moments in like Seventeen magazine ("OMG I walked into a pole while my crush was looking!" *dies*). I have walked around the school in a costume (Romeo freshman year, Juliet senior year-- how consummate!-- Fairy, and Ermengarde-- that day we had to dress up and no one came for like forever), all alone (every time), and been pretty darn proud of it. I pretended to be embarrassed, but I really wasn't. Even when I flipped over on my back at Jazz Solo & Ensemble when I tried to poke Robert . . . that was just FUNNY . . .

I mean, my embarrassing moments happened when I was little. They're things like the time I tried to spell "canopy" (because I had just gotten my canopy bed, and I was spelling it for my neighbors), and my parents gave me clues to each letter, and I got all the way to "y," and they said, "Now, it ends like Amy," and I went "A-M-Y!" They all laughed; I was just supposed to say "Y." I was so embarrassed. That's really about the only time.

That and the time I set my orange down on my tray in my apple sauce. It was in first grade, and I was talking animatedly to Jessica (gemma_thompson) (so you're in this, Jessie, lol . . . you guilty party, you . . . ) and that John Johnson kid (such a redundant name, lol . . . ), whom I always sat across from at lunch because we had assigned seating back then, and they suddenly both just got these disgusted looks across their faces, and I looked down, and there was my orange in my apple sauce, and they both just started laughing. Plus, not only was I being laughed at, I couldn't eat my orange, because I hated apple sauce.

Also, in first grade, I wouldn't show people my self-portrait, so of course they snatched it away from me and laughed at it.

First grade was embarrassing . . . but from there on out I have been a hardened uninhibited, un-self-conscious person. Hey, I guess it pays . . .

It only gets worse on Mountain Dew. Shoot, I wonder what would happen if I ever got drunk? Oh my . . .

Neurons and Bad Porn Announcements and Embarrassing Moments

Today made me laugh.

We had to pretend to be a nerve in Psychology. Basically, we lined up and squeezed each other's shoulders to send "messages" around the room. It was rather fun. It woke us up, anyway.

The announcements were about the silliest thing ever . . . that ad. The sad part is, I knew all of the people in it, too . . . Brock, that girl who sat across from me in Art class sophmore year, and that one boy from Improv . . .

( Here's What Happened: See If YOU Could Understand From the Context )

It ended up looking more like a bad porno than anything else, honestly, lol. Everyone in English, the class I'm in when the announcements come on, was so ineffably confused. Tracy was like, "Okay, so now they're just sticking random stuff on there for no reason at all???"

You know, in most announcements, people actually say what it is they're advertising. There's usually a little explanation. In this, no . . . lol . . . it was just some randomness . . .

I was embarrassed for them.

(I did figure it out later . . . APPARENTLY it was an ad for the Humane Society Club's fundraiser of selling those yummy little candy sticks, which only cost $.10 . . . Kristina gave me a raspberry one she bought yesterday to bribe me to go talk to Mrs. Glenn about Summer Shakespeare because she didn't want to, and I bought a butterscotch one today . . . they're good ^_^)

Speaking of embarrassing moments, we had to write about them in AP US Government today for our microtheme (for ye uninitiated, microthemes are little paragraph thing we have to do once a week to make sure we stay accredited . . . it's about the most retarded thing ever, lol . . . ).

I couldn't think of any. Now, I have plenty of what WOULD be considered embarrassing moments in like Seventeen magazine ("OMG I walked into a pole while my crush was looking!" *dies*). I have walked around the school in a costume (Romeo freshman year, Juliet senior year-- how consummate!-- Fairy, and Ermengarde-- that day we had to dress up and no one came for like forever), all alone (every time), and been pretty darn proud of it. I pretended to be embarrassed, but I really wasn't. Even when I flipped over on my back at Jazz Solo & Ensemble when I tried to poke Robert . . . that was just FUNNY . . .

I mean, my embarrassing moments happened when I was little. They're things like the time I tried to spell "canopy" (because I had just gotten my canopy bed, and I was spelling it for my neighbors), and my parents gave me clues to each letter, and I got all the way to "y," and they said, "Now, it ends like Amy," and I went "A-M-Y!" They all laughed; I was just supposed to say "Y." I was so embarrassed. That's really about the only time.

That and the time I set my orange down on my tray in my apple sauce. It was in first grade, and I was talking animatedly to Jessica (gemma_thompson) (so you're in this, Jessie, lol . . . you guilty party, you . . . ) and that John Johnson kid (such a redundant name, lol . . . ), whom I always sat across from at lunch because we had assigned seating back then, and they suddenly both just got these disgusted looks across their faces, and I looked down, and there was my orange in my apple sauce, and they both just started laughing. Plus, not only was I being laughed at, I couldn't eat my orange, because I hated apple sauce.

Also, in first grade, I wouldn't show people my self-portrait, so of course they snatched it away from me and laughed at it.

First grade was embarrassing . . . but from there on out I have been a hardened uninhibited, un-self-conscious person. Hey, I guess it pays . . .

It only gets worse on Mountain Dew. Shoot, I wonder what would happen if I ever got drunk? Oh my . . .