And...I'm awkward.
“I thought my emo little Internet journal would be full of rich and compelling entries about growing up, finding myself, discovering what I wanted to do with my life and the like. Instead, my journal is basically an anthology of awkwardness. I feel like at least 70% of my entries end with one of the following: “God I’m so awkward,” “God my life is awkward,” or “I am so painfully awkward.” “
This girl’s retrospective on her livejournal is OUTSTANDING, and full of awkward gems. This could be my fave:
“Today I was writing my paper and listening to my itunes and I double clicked the song “Bootylicious” and a window popped up that said “WARNING: YOUR COMPUTER IS NOT AUTHORIZED TO PLAY “BOOTYLICIOUS” I died laughing because all I could think of was “Kelly, can you handle this? Michelle, can you handle this? Beyonce, can you handle this? Meg’s computer, can you handle this? I DON’T THINK YOU’RE AUTHORIZED TO HANDLE THIS, WOOOOOOOO!” …Sorry. That was awkward. [note: It’s a whole other level of special when you can make it awkward with yourself in your own personal journal.]”
