Showing posts with label Geek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geek. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 October 2010

Someone change the subject ..QUICK

Everyone suffers during those awkward unavoidable moments ..
Yanno like when someone calls themselves fat and they are actually fat, 
you have three options...

A. Lie and say ''no you're not''
(which makes you a bad and dishonest friend) 

B. Agree

C. Sit and simmer in the stench of utter silence


Now these moments are harsh enough without throwing a teacher into the mix.
So there I was in dance class, and randomly there was a small stress ball at the back of the class...
Some girl nearly trips over the ball which is when my male teacher exclaims
''ARE MY BALLS GETTING IN YOUR WAY?''
Well...
The teacher carried on talking, 
but the 5 other studentsand I stood in the most uncomfortable 
situation we would probably EVER find ourselves in,
not even daring to laugh as we were trying to avoid the teacher asking the
inevitable question ''What's so funny ?''

Just another day in my life of unbearable awkwardness.
I'll soon develop the much needed lack of emotion. 
Until I do, Help.
Still Aspiring

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Keyboard Courage


It's great saying that behind your Laptop. 
I rate you highly if you plucked up the courage and 
said something you wouldn't say face to face 
 because you felt more comfortable behind the computer 
and
ended up with your husband or wife ....
The problem occurs when online arguments get out of hand ... 
phrases start to arise from the surface of the
''Keyboard Courage'' syndrome.

Such as
.. 

''Watch when I see you !!''
..
My boyfriend/brother/cousin is gonna mash you up. 
..
or my personal favorite
..

''You best hope I don't catch you pon road !''


That last one is highly ghetto, 
yet extremely effective on the easily intimidated.


The truth is no action is ever taken,
simply because they are Courageous Keyboard users.

All 'caps lock' and no confidence.
Still Aspiring

Friday, 15 January 2010

Don't shop in NEW LOOK

I shop. 

Such a complete sentence.

Yesterday I was shopping in New Look, minding my own business.
I was in the kids section looking at the slightly disturbing hot pants
and skin tight dresses made to fit 10 year olds.  
 
 Noah Cyrus - C'mon tell me this ain't DODGY.
 ......................
You know when your shopping and you pull a item out to have a look, 
but the clothes are packed to tightly too get the item back in ... 
well I did that with a pair of shorts, 
and a sales assistant nearby made the 
loudest huffing and puffing noise
with some big sighhhhh at the end ... 
For a second I thought she was Puff the Magic Dragon

 ...
You should have seen my face,
if looks could kill 
..

it was one of them *She best not be chatting about me* moments.
... 
Then she marched over and fixed the shorts back into place and stormed away. 


I was thinking damn fool . . . no need to be so rude, 
even if she had just fixed those clothes before I messed it up,
I didn't do it on purpose.
+

It's her job to fix them properly...
...if I don't go in the shop and inspect the clothes that I want to buy
then she has no job, 
she won't be needed if there isn't anything to fix ..
then she'd have NO reason to huff.


Well who told me ? 
I cannot lie, I got a bad case of the evils ....
Jam started walking round the shop and purposely leaving clothes sticking out on the snid.

She put so much effort into fixing that first pair of shorts back, 
that by the time she was finished she would of had a full workout. 
Unfortunately I didn't stay to witness the full extent of my wrath. 

I made my way to the till
... 
to pay for my multiple pairs of hot pants 
... 
watch when I flex those babys in summer. 

Still Aspiring 



Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Missions

WOW
Saturday was just one big crying fest of laughter .... cause that made sense RIGHT. I went to a fancy dress party in full geek costume.

I had a good time, but it was the adventure afterwards that really formed memories !! It started with us deciding to go to McDonald's at 2 in the morning . As you do. We walked there cause it was only around the corner. There was .... Paislie walking in the middle of the road with her eyes
closed tripping on kerbs and business.
Maleka was skipping in circles in the middle of the street wearing a Spiderman backpack. Kiesha's on a march for food so she's ten paces ahead.
Just madness.

We passed a parked car with and inch of frost on the top,
it was then that we realised how cold we were !
...
When we got there we realised it was shut,
... darn it ...
but Kiesha was ahead of us so we let her open the door anyways.
Her face was a picture when she was struggling with the door wondering why she wasn't strong enough to open it.
So of course everyone had the same idea at the same time...
we all ended up in the drive-through sitting in a car formation ... attempting to get served at Window Number 1.
Feisty people .. nowhere does it say that your car cannot be imaginary ???



Hmmmmph .

We turned around and there was Paislie in the middle aisle
of the 6 lane main road,
trying to get a taxi ...
it wouldn't have been so funny if she
didn't have on a full geek outfit complete with American Apparel socks, micro shorts, shirt and glasses with tape round the middle, Oh did i mention she had on my brothers waterproof green mac coat, that was skimming the floor when she walked.
We finally got a Taxi and sat in the drive-through for about 10 minutes ...
refusing to acknowledge the taxi meter rising....
because we where determined to get McDonald's.

Kiesha was sick a couple of times outside the car,
she then nodded off only to wake up 5 minutes later
and ask in a worried voice ....
....... ''Have u lot ordered yet ??''
We finally got to the legendary Window Number 1 and
made sure we cussed out Terry
*dunno if his name was Terry but we'll call him that anyway*
so Terry was ''dissed'' for not serving us when we had our imaginary car, and thinking that we couldn't afford a taxi.


in all every ones stomach was killing them from
laughter once we got home which was around ... 03:45 on Sunday morning.

Still Aspiring