non-funny updatesPosted on July 19th, 2011 @ 11:23 pm
Hello faithful readers! ♥ I thought you guys deserved a little update, so here goes.
First, I know my website keeps dying. I really don’t know why it keeps happening, but restarting the server needs to fix it. It’s just a matter of me realizing that it’s down. So if you see it’s down help me out! Send me an email saying HEY AMANDA YOUR BLAG IS DEAD. And I’ll fix it. firstname.lastname@example.org
Ok. I also had surgery on Friday. It went well. In fact, my doctor said mine were the best results he’s ever gotten. But….fuck. I hurt. Everything hurts. But I’m also numb. And itchy. It doesn’t even make sense. How can I be numb when it hurts like tits? I can’t explain it. But it sucks. And I’m out of my beautiful, amazing pain pills. My doctor is afraid I’ll get addicted…which I already am so that shouldn’t matter. GIVE ME MOREEEEEE.
I’m thinking of making a new layout soon. So don’t freak out if you happen upon a half-finished mess of a website. I got it under control!
Oh. And my birthday was on Sunday. It was bad.
That’s enough updates for now! Keep reading and tell all your friends ♥
a tale of awkward…nessPosted on July 12th, 2011 @ 11:29 pm
Just in case you haven’t noticed already, you should know I am an awkward person. Very, very awkward. Like, so awkward I have trouble functioning in society. I’ve come to terms with it (mostly) but there are some situations I just don’t understand.
1. Birthdays. Specifically, being sung happy birthday to. Luckily this only happens once a year, but I worry about it nonetheless. Where am I supposed to look as they sing? Do I look at the cake? Do I look at the people singing? Do I pick one person or do I spend equal time looking at each person? Am I supposed to sing along? I DON’T KNOW. Usually I just kind of blush and look at the ground until it’s over. And then cry or something.
2. Hugs. I have a really hard time with hugs. I can’t even explain it, but someone my arms always wind up in the wrong position or I hit my head on something or I don’t even know. It usually starts ok.
I don’t even know.
3. This other situation doesn’t really have a name, but it happens all the time because I wear the same sweatshirt practically every day. It’s grey and it has the name of my boyfriend’s high school on it.
HOSHIT THE TRUTH IS OUT. I DON’T ACTUALLY WEAR A PINK TRIANGLE AND A RED BOW.
Ahem. Anyways. A guy will see my sweatshirt in passing and be like OMG I WENT THERE. Who do you know who went there? And I will say oh my boyfriend went there! And the guy will be like…oh. That’s cool. And then we’d stand there in silence for like 3 years until one of us goes…YEAH COOL GOTTA GO and runs away.
I will end this post just as it started. Awkwardly.