Awkward Glances...AGs

I'm one of those people that tend to stare off into space when I'm thinking...or not:D Most of the time this happens at school when I'm bored, tired, or I can't figure something out. If you are a dreamer, like me, then this has probably happened to you.

Last year, I was just looking around my classroom, kinda looking through the people and objects surrounding me, not really at them. Then, I accidentally caught the eye of another bored student looking around. We held each other's gaze for about 2-3 seconds. However brief that exchange was, it was so darn awkward and somewhat embarrassing...... 

Afterwards, I told my friend about it and we came up with the name "Awkward Glances", or "AGs" for short. This term we made up just describes the whole weird vibe you get after and one of those awkward glances.

I now realize why awkward glances are so....well awkward! Here are some reasons:

1. When a guy and a girl accidentally catch each other's eye it makes them all spazzy(NOT snazzy, you dumb dictionary). Why? Because they are both thinking: "OMG!!!!!!! He/she just looked at me! That must mean they have a crush on me!" This will cause the two people to be constantly glancing at the other person to see if they are looking at them. Don't they realize that the more they look, the more it may seem like they like that person?! Why get all hormonal about it when really nothing actually happened? High school is so annoying sometimes....

2. When two girls look at each other, it is most likely because they are checking out the other person's outfit and what not. They kinda give the up-down sweeping look(I call it "elevator eyes"), deciding whether or not they approve of you and its pretty awkward. 

3. I can't even pretend to know what guys are thinking when they catch each other's eye. Maybe it's something like "Hey, what are you lookin' at?" ?

4. I hate it when you feel like someone is watching you from across the room and you turn around and catch their eye. However, I can say that it is somewhat satisfying to catch them in the act and be like "What? Why are you staring at me?":)

Anyways, I have learned not to care anymore. I honestly don't care what other people think, and I'm happy in my own day-dreamy kind of world:D 

NOTE: By day-dreamy,  I don't mean drug induced:)

So This Is What Socialites Are Like

Yesterday night I had the most riveting experience of going to see a play based on one of my favorite Jane Austin novels: Emma. For those of you who are not familiar with this novel, it is about a young woman who tries to be a matchmaker and in the process falls in love herself. Oh the classic romantic comedy! 


The play was wonderful! I felt like such a socialite; going out for a night on the town:D However, I was surprised to find that other theater patrons were not what I expected at all. 


The first I will mention was a particularly distracting man who was entering the theater in front of me. He wasn't distracting because he was loud or annoying, but because his sweater was. In a word, it was obnoxious. In two words, I would sum it up as "Fruit Loops". I felt myself actually getting dizzy from the rainbow throw-up colors and psychedelic pattern. I thought I was going to fall down the stairs as I was descending into the theater. Seriously, my retinas are still recovering.

The next distraction I will mention, was a man sitting next to me during the play. He was somewhat heavy- set and definitely middle aged, and seemed to be having difficulty breathing. At first I felt sorry for him because every so often he would start to cough. However, my compassion didn't last and quickly morphed into distaste. I really wanted to hear this play and felt very annoyed by this man's heavy breathing. He seriously needed to blow his nose or something. Every time there would be a quiet scene in the play I would hear his congested breathing over the actors lines, but felt relieved every time an actor would start singing or the music got louder to cover up this irritating sound. He would make Darth Vader  proud.

The final distracting person was nothing compared to the others, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. There was a man sitting in front of me with what my mom described as a "big pouffy hair style" because he kept getting in her line of sight. Although he was never in my way, there was something else irritating he did. He kept reaching into a bag of peanut m&ms and rattling the wrapper. This is not a movie theater, they do not allow food/beverages inside, so he was trying to eat these very discreetly, but epically failing. It got to a point where I was wondering how long it would take for someone (whether they worked there or not) to come over and tell him to shut up. Thankfully, there were only so many m&ms in that package. Thank you m&m manufacturers for skimping on the number of peanut m&ms in each package!

Despite these people, my overall experience was enjoyable and one that I will never forget!(How clichéd is that ending:D)

My QUITE Euphoric Epiphany

I was sitting around my house yesterday when............I HAD A MOST EUPHORIC EPIPHANY!!!! Read on, unless someone spoiled the ending for you....I hate when people do that!>:o SO, my original intention for this blog was for it to be entertaining and made up of coherent sentences..... I have now realized that entertainment+coherent sentences= slave labor. I already have too much homework that involves writing with correct grammar, and good vocabulary, and a bunch of other stuff that makes me SICK! Haha, just kidding(or was I...still to be determined...). Seriously now, why bother? 

This is just for fun and to share my opinion with the world!(ya, like anyone besides my friends are reading this:D) So for all you grammar snobs out there, I apologize in advance for what future blog posts may contain, but I have officially stopped caring. 

My new philosophy on this whole thing is: Have more fun blogging, care less about whether or not this stuff makes sense:D Muahahahahaha! >:) Evil (kind of insane) smiley face. Yes, the laughter was necessary! 

THE END! (Although I'll probably end up updating this...)

My Immortal Goldfish

Almost two years ago, my brother bought a pet goldfish because he thought it was unfair that I got one for a science project. He named his tiger and put it in the same tank as my goldfish. Within days my goldfish was lifelessly floating on the top of the water, "belly-up".

I just don't understand it! This fish has survived for so long, I'm seriously considering the fact that he may be immortal...........but, you be the judge: 

 The water in our fish tank maybe gets cleaned once every two to three weeks, so as you can imagine, it builds up a lot of fish crap. Any regular goldfish would die, wouldn't it? Tiger eats twice a day a large pinch of food(which explains all the fish poop), and he seems to be getting larger and larger! I wonder....if I put him in my bathtub, will he get humongous?! If so, I can hardly say that would surprise me. 

He has even survived under harsher circumstances than just dirty water. You see, our electrical outlet in the kitchen has two plugs in it: the fish tank, and the phone. I unplugged the fish tank to open a can of soup with the can opener, but forgot to re-plug the fish tank. Whoops....

Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until the day afterwards when I came home from school and Tiger was floating at the top of the tank, barely moving. But don't call me a goldfish murderer, because we changed the water in the tank and plugged it back in. Tiger lived on. 

Now he is still living happily in the fish tank in our kitchen. However, he freaks us out every now and then when he stops moving and floats near the top of the water. I think this is a after-effect of his near-death experience.............

All I can say is that Tiger lives on as a crazy (immortal) goldfish.


Update:  I just read online(yes, from a reliable source you picky people), that goldfish can remember things for up to three months, and they have emotions!Aw crap.......I'm sorry I almost killed you Tiger!

 Fin.(Literally!:D)