If I Were a Boy, I Would Have a Crush on You

One of my cats puked on my brand new book! SO EFFING DISGUSTING. And all the pages that are soaked and stained are pages I haven't even read yet. Yeah, now I'm really eager to finish. Can't wait to get my hands on a book soaked in cat vomit! YEAH!

I am not impressed.

The book is The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. I'm going to read all of her books by the end of the summer, maybe even before the summer if I keep at the rate I am now.

I like this book so far, and I especially like the name Macy. Also, the book is almost based around one of my favourite games - Truth. Oddly enough, that game had brought me closer to one guy this year, just like in the book. Too bad he didn't have the whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Or the tortured artist bit, like how Wes is described. He is actually sort of really annoying to me when we're not alone. But then again, I get annoyed very easily.

I tried my best to clean my book.


I used a baby wipe (which I usually use as a make-up remover - it really works! Try it. I'm serious, saves a bunch of money) to get the vomit from the front and back cover, and tried my best to get it off the pages instead. But have you ever tried cleaning paper? It's sort of impossible. Well, I've had my book sitting in front of my fireplace for a bit. Maybe once the pages aren't soaking anymore, the puke will clean off a bit easier.

Ugh, stuff like this ALWAYS happens to me. I'm serious. Some people have bad luck but my luck is just unfortunate. Awkward and embarrassing situations; story of my life.

At Amanda's party over the weekend, the whole time we all just sat around and talked with each other. The majority of the time it was me talking and telling about all these weird stories of my life.

The title? Yeah, when I was 8 years old, I had a girl tell me that. To this day, I still can't get past the awkwardness to find the compliment that was meant.
If you were at Amanda's on Saturday, you'd understand that I don't lie or exaggerate when I tell you - the weirdest things always happen to me.

Gosh, no wonder I grew up to be such a freak. ;) - ps, I hate winks. But I put that there to show that I'm not a psycho, emo kid who actually thinks down upon thyself (HAHA I had 'themself' but Blogger corrected it to thyself).

Wow, see? I blab too much too. Word vomit is almost a disorder I posses. Which makes awkward situations even worse.

OH! How about this story for ya? In grade 5, we were in gym class playing this game which is sort of like flag football. Anyway, this one boy was wearing tear-away pants (whoever thought up the idea of tear-away pants is sick). I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened. So his pants get ripped off by accident, and this boy is standing in the gym, red as a tomato, in his tighty-whiteys and I tried to be a good classmate by covering him. So I hovered him into a corner while he is just trying to get away to the boys washroom but I'm blocking him trying to cover his nakedness and.. sometimes I bring these awkward situations upon myself. I have good intensions, though. That's what really matters, right?

Honestly, I have hundreds more stories like that up my sleeve. Just ask Amanda's party-goers, and these are not something I could make-up if I tried.