Showing posts with label sometimes I'm awkward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sometimes I'm awkward. Show all posts

things that kind of suck, but not really, and some helpful solutions

Wednesday, October 22, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Problem: Starbucks ran out of soy milk
Why it kind of sucks: Milk makes you wheezy and irritable.
Solution: Buy a tea and complain loudly so they give you a free beverage coupon.

Problem: not being able to wear your clogs because they are getting repaired.
Why it kind of sucks: you are stuck wearing ugly running shoes. Clogs are much more stylish.
Solution: Socks and sandals (seriously, this is more stylish than my running shoes).

Problem: your prof wants to meet with you at Second Cup to discuss your paper topic.
Why it kind of sucks: Just plain awkward because it seems date-like.
Solution: sign up for a time in between migrating Sean and Quiet Craig, so the awkwardness of meeting the prof is outweighed by the awkwardness of encountering both of these two outside of a classroom setting.

Problem: you wear a new angora sweater to school
Why it kind of sucks: you discover that you are more or less allergic to angora and you are stuck wearing it for at least nine more hours. Also, it sheds it's pink fur all over your black backpack like nobody's business.
Solution: only wear sweater outdoors. As soon as you get inside a building, remove sweater and itch arms for the entire length of the class.
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future ambitions

Friday, February 8, 2008 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I've decided that it would be fun to be unnaturally creepy and outrageous for a day. Maybe two. The girls at school and I have started compiling a list of things to do if we were creepy for a day. Take a look:

-Stare. At everyone.
-Maintain eye contact with someone for unusually long amounts of time.
-Catch the eye of someone, and give a little half smile. The next time you make eye contact, make a bizarre face. If they laugh, you have succeeded.
-Find a table of people that you don't know. Ask to sit with them, but don't wait for the answer before you sit down. Begin to eat your food, completely ignoring the people at the table.
-Stand extremely close to someone in line and breathe on the back of their neck.
-Sit beside someone on the bus etc when there are empty seats (especially if there are empty seats)
-Walk around by yourself and sing on the top of your lungs. Dancing works too.
-Go to a bar, and when someone asks you to dance, either stand completely still in the middle of the dance floor, or bust out the Elaine dance.
-Say hello to everyone you pass. Everyone means e v e r y o n e.
-Ask someone for their autograph and tell them you are going to sell it on ebay.
-Announce to a stranger that you are wearing new underpants.
-Use the violation handshake whenever possible.

If you have any contributions, they would be appreciated

shalom!

Sunday, September 30, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
-not getting (too) lost - 4:00am mornings - new friends - late night fence climbing - late night making fun of Steve - best friends - suprising Chad with cookies - having three toes - Saved By the Bell - those delicious apples - pa-pa-pants! - Caaaawwfeeeaaaaaay! - four on a bunk - a door hit my face - becoming Goo - intense prayer sessions - blue silk blouses - ones-ey pjs - hugs - go fish - three boys in a shower - singing outside - sticky situations - brown and sticky - IKEA in mom's pants - sketchiest man alive - autumn crispness - mad libs - spelling POO - apple juice water - guitars - Jewish things.

Good weekend.

Corry is Tyler's brother

Saturday, June 23, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Corry: "Hello?"

Me: "Hey Tyler."

Corry: (pause) "Corry."

Me: "Oh. (long pause) Is Tyler there?"

Corry: "Oh. No, this is Corry. Oh, Tyler?"

Me: "Yes."

Corry: "No he's not."

Me: "Oh." (silence followed by laughter) "Okay, can you tell him Amanda called?"

Corry: "Sure."

Me: "Okay. Thanks."

Corry: "Bye."

volunteer appreciation breakfast

Wednesday, June 13, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Strange weird mother: "Hi, I'm Claire." (looks at my nametag) "Oh, Miss Amanda. You must be faculty, then."

Me: "Um, no I'm just a volunteer."


Vicky Brown from WMB: "So, do you have a child in kindergarten?"

Me: "Um...what? Noooo no no no. I'm just a volunteer."

Could it be, the reason that I was at the volunteer appreciation breakfast, is because I AM JUST A VOLUNTEER?

playing tag

Tuesday, June 5, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
"Here are the rules… Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog."

Annie tagged me, so I guess I better do this. Now I have to think of seven random facts.

1. I can't sit still. I wouldn't say I'm hyperactive, I just need to shift my body alot. Or play with something in my hands. Or fidget. Maybe it's why I like to blog...typing is like fidgeting. I've been like this ever since I was little. I watched home videos today, and I was down right obnoxious. I don't know how my family put up with me. I was never still, and I never shut up. And I sounded like a chipmunk. Ok, that was several facts, but oh well.

2. This is sort of in response to Annie's second fact. I have always been abnormally tiny. Like, unbelievabley tiny. I got made fun of on a regular basis, but it confused me because I didn't realize how short I was (as I said before, I was loud and obnoxious and my self-esteem was pretty high, considering my height). I used to say, "Well, you're ugly and I can grow!" to people who told me I was too short. In grade 5, I got sent to an endocrinologist, and they determined that I was growth hormone deficient. And then I went on synthetic human growth hormones for the next five years. Steriods, basically (they're worth thousands on the streets!). Needles six days a week for five years...huzzah. I don't think many people know about that. But it's kind of cool. Now I'm still short, but taller than my mom so....I've arrived. How do you like them apples, Maja?

3. I have a list of careers that I secretly dream of having. That list includes: stand-up comedian, rockstar, radio dj, author (I actually have ambitions of doing this, but we'll see), professional athlete (this one is the most ridiculous...I can't even run), therapist of some sort, the next Martha Stewart (minus being a wacko and getting arrested), self-supporting artist, small business owner (I guess that goes along with self-supporting artist), talk show host. Heck, just give me my own TV show, and I can do all of the above. I'd be way better than Martha.

4. I have a crush on the guy who works at Starbucks. Seriously. I saw him walking across University, in front of my car the other week and I got little butterflies in my tummy. That is ridiculous and stupid, I know. But he's cuuuuute.

5. I always imagine meeting the guy I marry randomly (like at Starbucks) and then discovering that he is a sweet, good looking Christian guy who falls madly in love with me. OK, I'm a bit of an idealist, and I daydream waaaay too much for my own good, but a girl can hope, right?

6. One time in grade six, I was discussing with my teacher (the one I volunteer with now) what I say to people when they tell me I'm too short to be how old I am. I said (no joke), "I just tell them I'm a child prostitute." The teacher told me it wasn't appropriate and I was confused. I did not know what that meant (sooo innocent) and I had heard the word just before talking to my teacher. I, in fact, meant to say "child prodigy", which is so totally appropriate and kind of funny. I still feel horrible for saying this to my teacher and I often think I should explain myself even though it is eight years later and she probably doesn't remember the conversation.

7. I still enjoy my Backstreet Boys CDs. A whole lot. I drive to Guelph and blast the Backstreet Boys. I am slightly ashamed, and joke that I still listen to them, but it is no joke. I still listen pump it loud. I just can't get enough. Sorry Kerry.


ummmm I don't know who actually reads this. But I'll tag Kerry, Steph, Nicky, Joanna, Kristi. And Tyler, but he doesn't have a blog. ANd I don't know who else blogs. Silas. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't read this. Oh, Wally has a blog. I don't know if he still reads this. Well, howsabout whoever wants to, can do it. :o)

I'd be stuck, Cap'n!

Monday, April 30, 2007 - Posted by Amanda Bast
I think the sunshine and warm weather makes everything happy. Things just look...happy when it is sunny out.

Today Kristi, Diana, Caleb and I went to the mall before all the stores opened to do some quality mall walking with all the seniors. The senior population was surprisingly lacking, probably because of the sun, but we did see some wind suits and fanny packs here and there.

We lapped the mall about four times, and passed a guy straightening his hair in a kiosk every time. By the end of the day, I think I passed him at least eight or nine times. The second last and last times, I got a smile, and I'm sure that if I had stopped to talk, I would have gotten a date, or something. We were old friends by that time.

After the mall walk Heather showed up to do some shopping, which was HIGHLY successful. I haven't had a successful shopping trip in a good long time, so it was needed. The only horribley horrible part was the time I was trying on a dress and got stuck.

Heather made me try it on because she liked it (I thought it was rather hideous..haha). It wasn't stretchy material, had no buttons or a zipper, and the midsection was corset-like. It was tricky to get on, and that should have been my first hint. Once I had it on, and we laughed at it's hideousness, I went back in the changeroom and tried, but could not get it off. I could not get my arms out, I could not lift it up and um...over. I was stuck. I panicked a little. Heather had to come in and help me get out of it, and it was a struggle even with help. We had a good laugh because really, only I could get stuck in an ugly dress at Fairweathers.

Getting stuck aside, it was a lovely day with my sis and we went to Toys 'R' Us to buy baby things which made it even lovelier. (Matt, if you read this, please have children. I want a niece. Please.)

Thursday is my first day of kindergarten and I'm EXCITED.