Her response: well, my sister is definitely weirder than me so I’d say I’m an 8.
I’m awkward, flaky, crazy, and far too outspoken for certain circles. I really don’t know why people like me sometimes.
Today, at the involvement fair, this girl in my Africa class asked me how class had gone yesterday (she wasn’t there). I said it went fine, same old Africa slave trade stuff. Just to continue the conversation and keep from an awkward silence, I asked her where she had been. She said oh, I had a UTI. I’ve never had one of these before and so had to ask her what it was. She told me. I then started to laugh, which is horrible of me! And then was forced to explain my thought at that very moment. So I told her that I really enjoyed making people feel awkward when they didn’t know me by making really strange comments about things. In response to her UTI, I asked her if she’d forgotten to go pee after having sex. (If she’d have been Brooke Bozarth, the comment would have passed straight through the filter.)
I laughed, she laughed. So I guess it’s ok. This is also the girl who I decided to make watch me slide down the hallway in my gray slippery shoes to prove to her just how much I liked those shoes. (Dude, I really love sliding down the hallways in those shoes at school!!)
I also make inappropriate comments in my accounting class and distract all who sit by me. :) I ask Anthony at work really strange questions to see how he will react. He knows I do this now so I have to come up with something more awkward to make the work day go by faster.
AND, apparantly I am a chest toucher (of guys, not girls!). Sometimes I think about my day and say to myself, “Good God, I am the most awkward person I know.”
