We started the night out, C and I, decked out to the nines. Looking good in Clarendon was a must for newly single 23 year olds who were going out on the prowl. At around 9 we walked from C's apartment up the street to the bustly intersection of Washington and Highland... to the ever-so-famous Mister Dudes... Days. Normally our drink of choice would be vodka tonics, however, being such an important night, we decided shots of Patron were in order. With two under our belts we made our way to the dance floor and dropped it like it was hot. Picture this... two tall ladies; one asian, one white.... dancing like we were video vixens. Getting lots of attention. But not the attention of men that we thought we wanted.
We quickly closed out our tabs and walked across the street to C.Grill; a more desirable demographic. And then again, we dropped it like it was hot. And, of course, we ordered more Patron shots.
C and A: Cheers! ::clink Patron shots - LickedItSlammedItSuckedIt::
Random Dude: What are you ladies drinking?
C and A: Patron shots
Random Dude: That's intense. Celebrating anything?
C and A: Being awesome. And single.
Random Dude: Cool. Do you want a drink? I'm Chris XXXX and I have lots of money. (yes, this does in fact happen)
C and A: We're good. But thanks. Nice to meet you, Chris.
Random Dude: What are your names?
C: I'm Veronica
A: And I'm Natalie.
Random Dude: Come find me later when you guys want a drink.
C and A: Okay. We're gonna go dance.
Random Dude: I'll be watching.
We left the bar area, found a spot that wasn't visible to Chris and danced a little more. As the Patron started coursing through our bodies a little stronger, we decided that we want another shot; however, we didn't want to pay for it. That was when we remember Chris. Now, maybe it's just me being a huge B. But when a guy tells me he has lots of money I'm going to believe him and take advantage of him. C and I didn't want to talk to him so we decided to take orders into our own hands (I blame the liquid courage at this point).
Bartender: What can I get you ladies?
C and A: Two shots of patron. Chilled.
Bartender: ::bringstheshots:: Tab?
C and A: Chris XXXXX
Bartender: Who's tab is that?
C and A: ::lookingateachother:: It's this guy Chris'.
Bartender: Who?
Obviously the bartender thought we were trying to pull a fast one on him. Our hearts start pounding. How were we going to talk our way out of this one? As luck would have it, we saw Chris at the end of the bar chatting up some other ladies. Phew.
C and A: CHRAAAS! ::frantically waving our hands::
::Chris looks up and sees us::
C and A: CHRAAAS!! Hey CHRAAS!!
::Chris waves back to us::
C and A: That's Chris
Bartender: Okay. Thanks.
SCORE!! We had pulled it off. We took the shots and went back to dancing. We only went back on more time to get another round of Patron shots and then decided that it was time to go. When we walked outside the tequila took it's toll... we were shit housed. I mean, beyond drunk. We teetered down the street back to C's apartment but made a pit stop to sit down on the corner of a busy intersection... in a planter.
C sat first and couldn't keep her balance so she fell backwards into the planter... and got stuck. I sat down and leaned forward as not to fall back like C. And that's when I felt the bile rising in my throat.
The first wave came and I threw up on the ground with some vomit splattering onto my heels. And I felt better. I looked over to C who was frantically trying to get up but was too drunk to do so. I remember thinking she looked like a turtle one his back trying to get up and couldn't. But damnit if she wasn't trying her hardest. And that made me laugh. And then I needed to throw up again. So I turned my head and threw up in the planter this time. And then kept laughing because C was still trying to get up. Apparently one's core becomes weak when drinking Patron because she could not get up. And she was making lots of weird noises and laughing. And that made me laugh. But that made me want to throw up. I'm sure we looked like fools to people walking by.
Eventually I stopped interchangably laughing and puking enough to help C get up. After surveying the damage, we quickly started walking back home. And by walking, I mean stumbling. There was no stumbling in a straight line that night... we were zig zagging. We must have looked so bad because that night not one, but TWO seperate cars stopped to ask us if we were a) okay and b) needed a ride home. We declined both times and continued stumbling home, all the while, screaming out "CHRAAS! Thanks CHRAAAS!" the entire way back.
[Ed. Note: This story took place many many years ago. I was reminded of this night this past weekend and it made me smile... For those who are wondering, we managed to get home unscathed and not arrested. ]
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
It's Comes Full Circle
I am one of three siblings. I have an older brother and a younger sister. We're not technically Irish triplets but we are Irish and we are all about a year apart from each other. About. So I like to call us Irish triplets. When we were growing up (and I know we're not the only ones to have experienced this), we were always being called each other's name by our parents. My mom, especially, couldn't ever call us by the right name. I was called Danny a lot. Danny was called Kathy a lot. Kathy was always Angela (maybe that's why Danny and Kathy go by very different names now). Sometimes we would hear DannyKathyAngela and that's when we knew one of us was in real big trouble.
I used to think "how hard is it to call your own child by the right name?" There's only three of us. and we all have very different names (none of our names start with the same letter). Well life thinks it's pretty funny because I have just recently experienced the same thing I "judged" my parents (and a lot of parents) about.
I have a set of twins in my class this year, Mario and Emanuel. And they are IDENTICAL. I have never met a more identical set of twins in my life. The only difference is that M has a tiny mole on his face. M, mole. That's the distinguishing factor. But it's so tiny that I can only see it up close and personal. So, if they are standing in front of me, I know which one is which no problem. But, most of the times they aren't that close to me.
It is not uncommon to hear a "EmanuelMarioAHH" coming from the classroom. Or sometimes I'll look at Mario and say Emanuel to which he'll reply "I'm not Emanuel. I'm Mario"... and vice versa. It's getting old. And my other kids will always correct me, too. I find it extremely interesting that they can tell them apart EACH AND EVERY TIME...
I know what you are thinking. There's got to be some other way to tell them apart. No. They're the same height. They have the same haircut with the SAME cowlick. And they wear the same clothes/shoes to school every day. Every. Single. Day.
It's been almost 2 quarters now and I think the twins have finally reached their limits. Today, Emanuel wore a vest so that, and I quote "could tell them apart." The rest of their outfits, down to their brand new snow boots, was identical. Things were going well (let's not forget the fact that I only had them for about two hours total due to a late opening). As we were taking a bathroom break I looked at the twin in the vest and said "Mario. Restroom."
To which the twin in the vest, obviously exasperated, said "I'm not Mario. I'm Emanuel. Oh forget it."
I get it mom. I really do. I'm sorry for being mad at you when you called me DannyKathyAngela.
I used to think "how hard is it to call your own child by the right name?" There's only three of us. and we all have very different names (none of our names start with the same letter). Well life thinks it's pretty funny because I have just recently experienced the same thing I "judged" my parents (and a lot of parents) about.
I have a set of twins in my class this year, Mario and Emanuel. And they are IDENTICAL. I have never met a more identical set of twins in my life. The only difference is that M has a tiny mole on his face. M, mole. That's the distinguishing factor. But it's so tiny that I can only see it up close and personal. So, if they are standing in front of me, I know which one is which no problem. But, most of the times they aren't that close to me.
It is not uncommon to hear a "EmanuelMarioAHH" coming from the classroom. Or sometimes I'll look at Mario and say Emanuel to which he'll reply "I'm not Emanuel. I'm Mario"... and vice versa. It's getting old. And my other kids will always correct me, too. I find it extremely interesting that they can tell them apart EACH AND EVERY TIME...
I know what you are thinking. There's got to be some other way to tell them apart. No. They're the same height. They have the same haircut with the SAME cowlick. And they wear the same clothes/shoes to school every day. Every. Single. Day.
It's been almost 2 quarters now and I think the twins have finally reached their limits. Today, Emanuel wore a vest so that, and I quote "could tell them apart." The rest of their outfits, down to their brand new snow boots, was identical. Things were going well (let's not forget the fact that I only had them for about two hours total due to a late opening). As we were taking a bathroom break I looked at the twin in the vest and said "Mario. Restroom."
To which the twin in the vest, obviously exasperated, said "I'm not Mario. I'm Emanuel. Oh forget it."
I get it mom. I really do. I'm sorry for being mad at you when you called me DannyKathyAngela.
Monday, January 21, 2013
A Letter to My Past
Dear Middle School Me,
First off, you're not cool. As much as you ran with the cool crowd, you didn't belong. And you won't figure this out until you get into high school but middle school was a joke. You worried about fitting in. When you get to be 30, it'll just be a little blip on the screen of your amazing life. These people you call friends? Won't be there when you're older. You eventually move and lose touch with all of them (minus B... she hangs around for a little).
A little advice about your attire. One word: stop! Stop dressing like a man. Those sweatpants/sweatshirt combo (which we call a heather grey tuxedo today) is not flattering. Yes, those K-Swiss shoes were "da bomb" back then, but putting them together makes you look like you belong in a Missy Elliot video. And let's be honest, you won't get your dancing ability for years to come. Socks and Adidas sandals. Don't do it.
Please tell grandma to stop pulling your hair so tight in your ponytails. You look like you have no hair. As a matter of fact, the only way people realize you're a girl is by the big JLo hoop earrings you wore. Add a little side swept bangs.
Stop crushing on the science teacher. You will look back and realize that Mr. B was not cute. He was just young and funny. He was short and hairy. Definitely not your type - which you won't know what is until, well, hmmm. I'll get back to you on that one. Don't act dumb in this class and have to stay after with him. You're only doing this because your friends are. You love science. You are good at science. Knock it off. No ones like a dumb girl... or even worse, no one likes a smart girl who acts dumb.
Those pretzels, fries and VeryFines at lunch? Don't eat them. Carbs are your enemy. You are not thin. Leave those to friends with very fast metabolisms. These will only add to your horrible time trying to lose weight when you get older. Step away.
Pay more attention to the sewing lesson in home economics. You can barely sew on a button today. Pay more attention in shop class. You can't hammer a nail worth shit. And you don't want to have to rely on a man to help you with home improvement stuff. Pay more attention during "Voyage of the Mimi"... that cute little boy. He becomes famous.
CKone smells good. But it's a male's cologne. Stop dousing yourself in it everyday when you congregate around P's locker. You do it because your crush, S, wore it. Guess what? Why would he want to date you if you two smelled the same - a preteen boy.? It's why it took so long for him to actually ask you out to go to the mall. And when he does, say no. You go to the mall with him and he tried to steal stuff.
That guy, GK, who was at the locker next to you. Don't disregard him because he has red hair and freckles. He was cute and he liked you. Be kind to the nerds. Those are the ones who will go far. Who you end up "dating" ends up incarcerated for being in a gang. And also, you end up loving gingers.
Getting your period isn't as embarrassing as you think. Though you won't get breasts or hips until junior year of high school, it's a huge milestone into the women you become. Don't be embarrassed to ask dad to buy tampons. He doesn't care. Also - start wearing tampons immediately. You miss out on too many pool dates because you didn't. They're not so bad.
Take more risks. Audition for the songs in Chorus. Enter an art piece during Art Class.
Make friends outside of your circle. You'll only become more diverse.
Go to dances. And actually dance. You'll learn you have rhythm.
Be kind to your parents. You'll appreciate them more the older you get.
Spend more time with your grandparents. You'll wish you did when you get older.
Start to love yourself more at this age. It only gets harder with time. But it will make your life more fulfilling.
xoxo,
Yourself in 2013
First off, you're not cool. As much as you ran with the cool crowd, you didn't belong. And you won't figure this out until you get into high school but middle school was a joke. You worried about fitting in. When you get to be 30, it'll just be a little blip on the screen of your amazing life. These people you call friends? Won't be there when you're older. You eventually move and lose touch with all of them (minus B... she hangs around for a little).
A little advice about your attire. One word: stop! Stop dressing like a man. Those sweatpants/sweatshirt combo (which we call a heather grey tuxedo today) is not flattering. Yes, those K-Swiss shoes were "da bomb" back then, but putting them together makes you look like you belong in a Missy Elliot video. And let's be honest, you won't get your dancing ability for years to come. Socks and Adidas sandals. Don't do it.
Please tell grandma to stop pulling your hair so tight in your ponytails. You look like you have no hair. As a matter of fact, the only way people realize you're a girl is by the big JLo hoop earrings you wore. Add a little side swept bangs.
Stop crushing on the science teacher. You will look back and realize that Mr. B was not cute. He was just young and funny. He was short and hairy. Definitely not your type - which you won't know what is until, well, hmmm. I'll get back to you on that one. Don't act dumb in this class and have to stay after with him. You're only doing this because your friends are. You love science. You are good at science. Knock it off. No ones like a dumb girl... or even worse, no one likes a smart girl who acts dumb.
Those pretzels, fries and VeryFines at lunch? Don't eat them. Carbs are your enemy. You are not thin. Leave those to friends with very fast metabolisms. These will only add to your horrible time trying to lose weight when you get older. Step away.
Pay more attention to the sewing lesson in home economics. You can barely sew on a button today. Pay more attention in shop class. You can't hammer a nail worth shit. And you don't want to have to rely on a man to help you with home improvement stuff. Pay more attention during "Voyage of the Mimi"... that cute little boy. He becomes famous.
CKone smells good. But it's a male's cologne. Stop dousing yourself in it everyday when you congregate around P's locker. You do it because your crush, S, wore it. Guess what? Why would he want to date you if you two smelled the same - a preteen boy.? It's why it took so long for him to actually ask you out to go to the mall. And when he does, say no. You go to the mall with him and he tried to steal stuff.
That guy, GK, who was at the locker next to you. Don't disregard him because he has red hair and freckles. He was cute and he liked you. Be kind to the nerds. Those are the ones who will go far. Who you end up "dating" ends up incarcerated for being in a gang. And also, you end up loving gingers.
Getting your period isn't as embarrassing as you think. Though you won't get breasts or hips until junior year of high school, it's a huge milestone into the women you become. Don't be embarrassed to ask dad to buy tampons. He doesn't care. Also - start wearing tampons immediately. You miss out on too many pool dates because you didn't. They're not so bad.
Take more risks. Audition for the songs in Chorus. Enter an art piece during Art Class.
Make friends outside of your circle. You'll only become more diverse.
Go to dances. And actually dance. You'll learn you have rhythm.
Be kind to your parents. You'll appreciate them more the older you get.
Spend more time with your grandparents. You'll wish you did when you get older.
Start to love yourself more at this age. It only gets harder with time. But it will make your life more fulfilling.
xoxo,
Yourself in 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Say What??
I know I've told you before that my class is made up of mostly ESOL students. It's been pretty evident up until now how little vocabulary they have and how their accents make it hard for me to understand them sometimes. It's getting better the more they learn and the more language they acquire. And recently, I've had no issues understanding them.
Today during my mini-lesson I was bashfully reminded how ESOL some of my students are.
The past week we've been learning about adjectives... describing words. I stole a project from my friend/coworker and had them list adjectives that described themselves. Like a good teacher, I did a model project of myself. So, I wrote down a few words under my pictures that described me:
..."AND, you have big boos"...
My heart sank. He said I had big boobs. And one of the other little boys started giggling because he heard the same thing I did (a little disconcerting that he knew what those were). What was I supposed to say? What do I do?
I took a deep breath and had him repeat it again like a good ESOL teacher. And he said it again... "you have big boos." But this time he made hand gestures. And he motioned to his feet/shoe area. AHHH, my big boots!! Phew...
Unfortunately I told him that big boots wasn't an adjective to describe me but that big was an adjective to describe my boots. And with that I wrote big on the board. Hey, if the boot fits, wear it!
::end scene::
Today during my mini-lesson I was bashfully reminded how ESOL some of my students are.
The past week we've been learning about adjectives... describing words. I stole a project from my friend/coworker and had them list adjectives that described themselves. Like a good teacher, I did a model project of myself. So, I wrote down a few words under my pictures that described me:
- tall
- funny
- kind
- brown eyed
- smart
- creative
- beautiful
- silly
- super smart
- hot (cringe worthy)
- nice
- bestest (I'll take it)
- huggable
- loving
- respectful
- responsible
- young
..."AND, you have big boos"...
My heart sank. He said I had big boobs. And one of the other little boys started giggling because he heard the same thing I did (a little disconcerting that he knew what those were). What was I supposed to say? What do I do?
I took a deep breath and had him repeat it again like a good ESOL teacher. And he said it again... "you have big boos." But this time he made hand gestures. And he motioned to his feet/shoe area. AHHH, my big boots!! Phew...
Unfortunately I told him that big boots wasn't an adjective to describe me but that big was an adjective to describe my boots. And with that I wrote big on the board. Hey, if the boot fits, wear it!
::end scene::
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Korean Traditions
My friend A's daughter is turning 100 days old on Saturday. I know what you're all thinking... 100 days? Really? Well, this is a Korean celebration that goes back to centuries ago when childhood diseases were common and the survival rate for children was very low. The 100th day meant that the child made it. And it was a huge celebration. This is the first big milestone for Korean children.
The next big milestone in Korean culture is the Tol - the first birthday. One year old. At this celebration there is a special even called the toljabee. During this event, several items are placed in front of the child for them to pick from. Traditionally, Koreans think that the first thing the child grabs foresees the child's future. Different items signify different things. Some common items include:
After A's story, everyone was super interested in this tradition. And I, being the only other Korean friend in our group, was next to tell my story. My parents put the traditional items on the table - books, toys, rice, thread, money. My mom says she wanted to add a stethoscope because she wanted a doctor in the family but alas, she did not have one. Wanna know what I grabbed? I reached for the books. Scholarly. And, as you all know, I'm a teacher. Pretty cool, right?
After that night, I was curious to know about my siblings. So I asked my parents about my sister. Well, they couldn't remember. But, since she's a teacher I would assume she reached for the books, as well. Then I asked about my brother. Guess what he grabbed. He went for the money. Why am I not surprised by this? And if you know my brother, you wouldn't be surprised by that either.
**on a side note: my mom is still really mad at herself for not adding the stethoscope. There was a moment in time when my mom THOUGHT my future wasn't going to be based around books. In high school I was an athletic trainer and went into college a pre-med student... but as fate would have it, I changed majors and went the education route. Sorry mom. False alarm. I, to this day, wonder what would of happened had a stethoscope been present.
The next big milestone in Korean culture is the Tol - the first birthday. One year old. At this celebration there is a special even called the toljabee. During this event, several items are placed in front of the child for them to pick from. Traditionally, Koreans think that the first thing the child grabs foresees the child's future. Different items signify different things. Some common items include:
- thread - long life
- money or rice - wealth
- books - successful scholar
- pen - wisdom and writer
- stethoscope - doctor
- balls - athlete
- knife - good cook
After A's story, everyone was super interested in this tradition. And I, being the only other Korean friend in our group, was next to tell my story. My parents put the traditional items on the table - books, toys, rice, thread, money. My mom says she wanted to add a stethoscope because she wanted a doctor in the family but alas, she did not have one. Wanna know what I grabbed? I reached for the books. Scholarly. And, as you all know, I'm a teacher. Pretty cool, right?
After that night, I was curious to know about my siblings. So I asked my parents about my sister. Well, they couldn't remember. But, since she's a teacher I would assume she reached for the books, as well. Then I asked about my brother. Guess what he grabbed. He went for the money. Why am I not surprised by this? And if you know my brother, you wouldn't be surprised by that either.
**on a side note: my mom is still really mad at herself for not adding the stethoscope. There was a moment in time when my mom THOUGHT my future wasn't going to be based around books. In high school I was an athletic trainer and went into college a pre-med student... but as fate would have it, I changed majors and went the education route. Sorry mom. False alarm. I, to this day, wonder what would of happened had a stethoscope been present.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Impressions
After I finished my student teaching for grad school, the school asked me back to be a long-term sub for a teacher who was going on maternity leave. I, of course, accepted and thus started my 2nd stint at teaching. I immediately became friends with two teacher who worked there; a girl who worked next door to me who helped me out and the science teacher we know today as J. We were fast friends... the three best friends that anyone's ever seen. We hung out at recess, at lunch, outside of work at bars and in my classroom.
J was in the process of going through a divorce from his wife when the nasty rumors started of the "intern" (read: me) was diddling the science teacher. A) I wasn't diddling him (he he was still married) and B) It was always the three of us hanging out. But, as gossipy teachers with no lives go, they found the fresh fish to narrow in on and twisted it into us having a relationship.
Fast forward two years later to my new assistant principal, M, who just so happened to be a teacher at the aforementioned school. Obviously he had heard the rumors as his first words to me on this first day at his new school was "Have you talked to, J?" Seriously? Even the guys?
Now, this is not me tooting my own horn by any means, and I'm not sure how it happens because of my initial shyness, but I tend to make friends easily. I've been told by several friends on several occasions that people are drawn to me... I'm the flame to their moth. So, it isn't a surprise that I've become friends with the people in my school who I work close with.
The past week, on more than one occasion, I happened to be in my classroom with two of the younger male teachers when M walked by. And not only was he walking by while two guys were simultaneously in my room, but he was walking by at the moment we happened to be laughing. And each time he did this, he looked in with a curious look on his face.
To fill you in on stuff so YOU don't get a negative impression of me, one of the dudes does intervention reading with half of my class so he was in there leaving things for his students and the other guy, the gym teacher, was in there asking me how I felt since I had been sick for the week. But, I'm sure to an outsider, this could be misconstrued.
M, I'm sure, has definitely gotten it twisted. His old impression of me, based on rumors of me diddling the married teacher from the old school, has most likely been projected into his new impression of me at this new school. And I guess I can understand that... I mean, perhaps I would have thought the same thing if I were removed from the situation. Should I be angry at this impression of him when, in fact, I am the common denominator in both situations?
I wonder if I should be changing my work ethics... sometimes I thing that I'm too friendly at work... that I joke too much. But I NEED it. I work in an environment where I would go crazy if I don't get adult interactions... and fun jokey interactions at that because the rest of the day is spend serious and teaching. I don't know.
Then I remind myself that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to stop caring about what people think of me. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. So, M, you go ahead and think what you will of me. And I know I won't be able to change your first impressions about me. So I'm going to go ahead living my life and doing what makes me happy. And if joking with my coworkers makes me happy, then so be it. Maybe next time you should join in and see exactly what's NOT going on.
J was in the process of going through a divorce from his wife when the nasty rumors started of the "intern" (read: me) was diddling the science teacher. A) I wasn't diddling him (he he was still married) and B) It was always the three of us hanging out. But, as gossipy teachers with no lives go, they found the fresh fish to narrow in on and twisted it into us having a relationship.
Fast forward two years later to my new assistant principal, M, who just so happened to be a teacher at the aforementioned school. Obviously he had heard the rumors as his first words to me on this first day at his new school was "Have you talked to, J?" Seriously? Even the guys?
Now, this is not me tooting my own horn by any means, and I'm not sure how it happens because of my initial shyness, but I tend to make friends easily. I've been told by several friends on several occasions that people are drawn to me... I'm the flame to their moth. So, it isn't a surprise that I've become friends with the people in my school who I work close with.
The past week, on more than one occasion, I happened to be in my classroom with two of the younger male teachers when M walked by. And not only was he walking by while two guys were simultaneously in my room, but he was walking by at the moment we happened to be laughing. And each time he did this, he looked in with a curious look on his face.
To fill you in on stuff so YOU don't get a negative impression of me, one of the dudes does intervention reading with half of my class so he was in there leaving things for his students and the other guy, the gym teacher, was in there asking me how I felt since I had been sick for the week. But, I'm sure to an outsider, this could be misconstrued.
M, I'm sure, has definitely gotten it twisted. His old impression of me, based on rumors of me diddling the married teacher from the old school, has most likely been projected into his new impression of me at this new school. And I guess I can understand that... I mean, perhaps I would have thought the same thing if I were removed from the situation. Should I be angry at this impression of him when, in fact, I am the common denominator in both situations?
I wonder if I should be changing my work ethics... sometimes I thing that I'm too friendly at work... that I joke too much. But I NEED it. I work in an environment where I would go crazy if I don't get adult interactions... and fun jokey interactions at that because the rest of the day is spend serious and teaching. I don't know.
Then I remind myself that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to stop caring about what people think of me. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. So, M, you go ahead and think what you will of me. And I know I won't be able to change your first impressions about me. So I'm going to go ahead living my life and doing what makes me happy. And if joking with my coworkers makes me happy, then so be it. Maybe next time you should join in and see exactly what's NOT going on.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
that awkward moment...
...when you're eating some pho to cure your illness and you realize you're listen to a lesbian first date at the table behind you...
....when you're in line for the pharmacy and the teenage girl in front of you asks for Plan-B (the morning after pill), then turns around and shrugs her shoulders at you. By the way, she looked like a baby she was so young...
...when you're stopped at a stop light listening to one of your old favorite Rihanna songs (Please Don't Stop the Music) and the little white boy at the crosswalk is singing, what can only be something appropriate for a nerdy white boy, but matches exactly with your music...
...that awkward moment when you're stopped at said stoplight and you sneeze at the exact moment the car full of dudes next to you is looking over at you. Have you ever seen yourself sneeze? I can't imagine it to be pretty...
... when you realize that all of this just happened within 2 hours of your life... this is my life, ladies and gentlemen....
....when you're in line for the pharmacy and the teenage girl in front of you asks for Plan-B (the morning after pill), then turns around and shrugs her shoulders at you. By the way, she looked like a baby she was so young...
...when you're stopped at a stop light listening to one of your old favorite Rihanna songs (Please Don't Stop the Music) and the little white boy at the crosswalk is singing, what can only be something appropriate for a nerdy white boy, but matches exactly with your music...
...that awkward moment when you're stopped at said stoplight and you sneeze at the exact moment the car full of dudes next to you is looking over at you. Have you ever seen yourself sneeze? I can't imagine it to be pretty...
... when you realize that all of this just happened within 2 hours of your life... this is my life, ladies and gentlemen....
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