Embarrasment. (#1 in a series of Dealing with Kristine's Neurotic Tendencies)

I'm deathly afraid of being embarrassed.

I think about all the times its happened -- and I'm not talking about the stupid moments, like that one time I was "freaking" at a High School dance with a boy that I didn't really want to dance with (ugh) and I could swear I felt something that I didn't want to feel, or the time I had copious amounts of food stuck in my braces in front of the boy I liked or even tripping -- but the moments where you just don't want to be let down kind of embarrassed, and I cringe at how easy it is to cringe.. And you secretly turn red and curse under your breath, hoping that this sting of uncontrollable pain could just end, for crying out loud.

The thing I don't get about my insecurities now is that they're a long departure from how I felt in High School.
I'm still as awkward as ever, though.

what the fuck is this

all the pretty girls go to the city

I just realized that I want a locket.


How...unlike me! Maybe?

I don't know, I just think that the idea of a locket is silly in a few ways. Hey guys, check out my boyfriend. Or better yet, Hey guys, check out my boyfriend, JOHN KRASINSKI. Yeah, that's right. I have John Krasinski in my heart and resting on my chest. Hot.

Not that having J. Kras there is an issue, but are we really holding these people we keep in our hearts even closer by choosing to wear these things, or is it more of a flash and glamour-type deal? Is this question even relevant?
It's still pretty cute and sentimental any way you slice it. And I want one. Terribly.

Whoever ends up getting me one automatically deserves their mug on a side. You know you want it. YOUR FACE WILL BE ON MY BOOB.

gtfo the internet, rich nerds.

So let me get this straight, Facebook.
$1 = 100 credits for gifts. If you're selling a gift for 50,000 credits --
50,000/100 = $500.

FAIL.

epilogue;

can't you see me, i'm pounding on your door

Oh my god I am such a psycho.

happy valentine's day.

best scenario of my life

Mom: "Don't hang up!"
Me: "Why, what's wrong?"
Mom: "There's a cat that got into the house! I don't know where it is!"
Me: "Why don't you get a broom and find it and shoo it away?"
Mom: "No, I don't want to look for it."

And then she goes to sit on the couch and waits for the cat to leave.

~tru emotionz~

my new year's resolution for 2k9

1) to attend more ragers (probably not going to happen)
2) to make more lists and stick to them

i'm a simple person. since i completed #2 i have the rest of the year to work on the ragers.
still probably not going to happen.