DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST ARE MOST LIKELY GOING TO BE SUB-PAR, MERELY AVERAGE, AND BELOW YOUR EXPECTATIONS DUE TO AN OBNOXIOUS AMOUNT OF SCHOOLWORK PREVENTING MAXIMUM POTENTIAL FOR CREATIVITY
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, bear with me as I attempt to blog to the best of my abilities.
Of course it’s crunch time as we’re approaching the end of the semester. My brain is mush, my hygiene is lacking (it’s so sad that I feel a sense of productivity often associated with curing cancer and finishing a marathon simply because I found time to shower AND pluck my eyebrows today) and my comic spidey sense is nowhere near tingling. I racked my brain for hours on end trying to come up with an adequate blog subject that would successfully transition my embarrassing childhood anecdotes into something new and exciting like a rant on pop culture or a movie review, but I knew that would evolve into something like this:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/65920/saturday-night-live-update-bitch-pleeze-blogger
BITCH PLEEEEZE… I think we all know my talent lies in sharing stories that are awkwardly delicious. I could rant all the live long day about who’s bopping who in Hollywood (SAY WHAT KIM KARDASHIAN AND KANYE “IMMA LET YOU FINISH” WEST!!) or what movies are worth paying that $123870.93 ticket to go see (none as a matter of fact) but let’s be honest here, you could care less about what I have to say about things you could easily Google or see on E!. So, let’s get on to one of the few things I’m good at (it’s a short list that includes swallowing massive amounts of gum, knowing countless facts about the demi-god that is Brad Pitt and cracking incredibly corny jokes.)
LET’S SHARE SOME AWKWARD!
This blog post will serve as somewhat of a SpecialK bar, a little nugget of 90 calories to tide you over until the real deal meal. Just so you can have something to nibble on until I can present something a little meatier, here are a few actual awkward quotations I’ve managed to blurt out in life.
Enjoy, because Lord knows I didn’t at the time.
“DAD, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU ARE NOT SAYING NIAGRA!” me to my father as he was in the 8th minute of telling the story of his boyhood trip to VIAGRA Falls as a child
These next two require a bit of back story.
While far beyond the legal limits of alcohol intoxication, me and an unnamed formal date engaged in an incredibly mentally stimulating conversation (obnoxiously heavy sarcasm here) concerning our favorite colors, animals, etc. (Yes, we were THAT desperate for conversation.) Me, the eternal optimist, was determined to seduce the poor young man and attempted to answer every mundane question as sexily as possible i.e. favorite color- Rrrrrrred, favorite animal- Cougarrrrr. We finally reached the awkward tip of the iceberg when he asked what my favorite letter in the alphabet was. I collected every flirtatious fiber in my body and blurted out, ” ‘R’ is most definitely my favorite because RAWWWWWWWWRRRR ( followed by a sexy, clawing cougar hand motion)!!!” Yup, I still turn the other way when I see this guy on campus
Imagine there’s a strapping young man leaning against the bar who is seemingly gesturing for me to come dance the night away. I of course begin sauntering across the dance floor eventually doing the “reel em in” fishing dance move as he fails to reciprocate the dance move of the caught fish. I ignore this and naively believe that maybe he just doesn’t possess the extensive knowledge of dance moves as I do. I finally arrive to where he’s standing. Our conversation goes a little something like this: “Well hey there sexy are you ready to break it dow… Wait……What? You don’t want to… You’re not.. You’re NOT asking me to dance? Ah, but, um, I, uh.. I’m so confused… what was that hand motion?? Were you not waving me over?? Oh… okay….. Ah, I see….. You need another drink… Two whiskey and cokes please bartender..” Oh how I would kill for a life where my dance partners outnumbered my bar tabs
“Is Shhavannah Goodman here? Shhavannah?” – my EDLD Professor who proceeded to call me “Shhavannah” for the entire semester….. sadly, I never corrected him and whenever I do encounter him on campus, he still shouts, “Hi Shhhavannah.”
“Ma’am, you’re going to have to remove your glow in the dark necklaces, it’ll throw off the flash,” said the arresting officer taking my mugshot after the Rave Arrest Incident of ’09. My response? “But they’ll make it FUNNNNAY!” I was flagrantly disregarding the seriousness of my first arrest all in the name of comedy. I thought it’d be hee hee-larious for me to take a Lindsey Lohan-esque mugshot while clad in neon, glow-in-the-dark necklaces, a neon paint-splattered shirt and a smile that one could find on the face of someone who’s dabbled in LSD. Note: I am not John Lennon, nor a damn hippie, so I had not dabbled in LSD at the time…. just a bottle of vodka.
“So you skipped a day on your birth control, what’s the worst that could happen?” – this was said to a friend who, unbeknownst to me, was 2 months preggers and is now the mother of two bouncing baby boys….. WHOOPS
“I’m so sick of Black History Month. So what if MLK had a dream, I had a dream the other night that a shark was swimming towards me and HE HAD BRACES! Now that’s a dream!” – after this was said, I turned around to find my African-American MotherLove maid with tears of anger streaming down her face.. I single-handedly ruined the notion that MLK and the Civil Rights Movement had any impact on me and my fellow crackers.
“So beautiful………” My heavily medicated Grandfather said this in his hospital bed after suffering a major heart attack while Laura and I were in the room. We proceeded to argue about who he was referring to. He manages to sputter out, “Laaauuhhra.” This little anecdote doesn’t contain a quote specifically from me but, HOT DAMN GRAN GRAN THANKS FOR THE SELF-ESTEEM BOOST!
I will conclude this so-so post with a picture of the supposedly “so beautiful” little sister of mine who happens to make this face anytime something awkward escapes my mouth.
Love you, Larry