Practice Room Crush Part II

After that first encounter, it was awhile before we actually had another brief encounter again. However, I did see him looking in my practice room once or twice after that although one time I couldn't be certain because I had my reading glasses on, and I couldn't tell who it was. Anyways, one day, I was walking out of the bathroom, and I as I turned the corner there was David walking in front of me headed straight for the practice rooms. As he's rounding the next corner to the door to the practice rooms, he turns to smile at me, fortunately, I managed to give him a little smile back. I hear the beep of the door as he swipes his key card to unlock it, but I'm still not in view of the door. As I round the corner, I expect to see the door closing behind David, but instead he's standing there waiting for me holding the door open. I was surprised because most guys don't even bother to hold the door open for me let alone wait for me. Although, as I walked past him I couldn't look at him because I was panicking too much, but I did say thank you, and he grunted at me. He actually grunted at me, and I kind of felt better about my awkwardness after that. I go to my practice room without looking back at him or anything because I was still panicking too much, and once I'm safely in my practice room I notice in the mirror that there is a giant rip in my tights trailing up the back of my thigh with only a small fraction of the rip covered by my mini skirt. It was then that I realize he was probably checking out my ass the entire time, and he had to have noticed the rip in my tights. I had to admit it kind of looked sexy I just hope he thought so too instead of thinking I was too poor to buy new tights.
Before this took place, I saw Creed on my way to my violin lesson one morning, but I ended up staring at him because I wasn't sure if it was him or not since I am terrible at recognizing people. He at first was avoided eye contact with but then he finally looked at me and saw me staring. He was at least polite enough to give me a forced smile, and then I felt weird for staring at him. I saw him one more time after that while walking to my lesson but luckily that was it. Although the strangest thing is yet to come because one day I went to my astronomy class. We had a test that day, and I walk in, and there is Creed sitting right by the door. That was the one and only time I ever saw him in that class, and I still can't make any sense out of why he would have been there for one test and one test only when he wasn't even in the class. 

Practice Room Crush Part I

At the end of winter quarter, I headed back home for spring break, but I was only there for a few days because my brother Brandon, his girlfriend, and Brandon's son, and I all went to Las Vegas for four days. It was an interesting experience, and we had a good time, but I doubt I'll go back to Vegas again. It really wasn't my kind of place. It's too fake and flashy. Towards the end of my spring break, I was hanging out with Tianna, and I was on Facebook, and somehow we came upon the topic of males which I guess isn't too uncommon for us. However, this conversation lead to me looking up David on Facebook, and me telling her I found him very attractive. She told me to add him which at first I said no to because I'd only talked to him once very briefly, and he came into Dennis' room at various times while I was there last year, but that was as the extent of our interactions. When I said no, she said this is what's going to happen because he has so many friends (which was over 1000 and to us that's a lot considering I have about 300 and she has less than that) he's either going to forget that you added him or he's going to add you think you're cute then see you around campus and take notice of you. So I added him under the opinion that he would just forget about it.
About a week or two later, I see David in a practice room. Instead of going all the way to the other side of the practice rooms, I chose one near his, so that he might see me when he left. I'm sitting there attempting to write a song when I catch a glimpse of someone in my practice room window, and it was David looking back at me. He left shortly after that. Another week or two after that, I chose the practice room right next to his. We were both there for about an hour when he leaves, and I am trying to motivate myself to keep practicing, but instead I just sit at the piano thinking. A few minutes later, I hear someone outside my practice room, I look up and see David standing there opening the door. I start to panic because I don't know what to do in these situations when I'm alone and without Tianna. He was also with somebody which made me even more uncomfortable because not only was my crush walking into my practice room, but I was also outnumbered. He asks me if he can borrow the extra piano bench in my room, and I say yes. He then introduces himself and asks if I added him on Facebook recently which I said yes to, and he said he was making sure it was me. At this point, I'm about to have a heart attack, and I'm thinking he probably hates me and thinks I'm a creepy stalker because I always assume my crush thinks I'm a creepy stalker. There's an awkward pause which is broken by his friend, Creed, introducing himself to me. Then they both leave with David apologizing for interrupting to which I responded it's okay I wasn't really doing anything. This was the first of more awkward encounters to come because every time I saw him my heart started to pound, my hands shook, and I couldn't think. I know it's all part of having a crush, but this was the first time this had ever happened to me around the opposite gender. Normally, I can handle myself well enough around my crush but with David it's different, words fail me, and I can barely look him in the eye. 

Winter Quarter

At the start of winter quarter I was nervous being in the house I was living in because this was the first time I was living on my own, and it also happened to be in house filled with strangers that were mostly male. In fact, I lived with seven males and two other females, and they were all quite a bit older than me although a few were in their mid to late twenties. As a twenty year old female, it was a bit intimidating at first, but over time I became used to it. The first person I spoke to who lived there who wasn't the property manager was a guy in his twenties. I had just come home one night and had my keys out to unlock the front door when it opened. On the other side was a man wearing one of those breathing masks. He says hello so I respond, and then he tells me he has allergies, and that's why he's wearing the mask, and not because of anything weird. I say, "oh okay," in response, and that was our very first conversation. He was one of the only people there that I spoke to on more than one occasion although conversations were always brief.
Later that quarter, I found out I had, and still am having problems with, cubital tunnel which as a young musician this is one of the worst things to have happen. My dad told me to see a chiropractor about it to see if it would help so I did. Well as it turns out, the chiropractor I went to had brown hair, brown eyes, and a beard which just happens to be my type. At my very first appointment, I found out he goes to this little town I used to live in every summer which I thought was weird because it's about six hours away, and it's not even that popular of a place to go to. He also did a test of the muscles in my back which required me to wear one of those ugly hospital gowns without a bra. He had to open the back of my hospital gown and run sensors slowly along my spine. Needless to say the entire process was incredibly awkward especially afterwards when he started to practically massage my shoulders because he was feeling how tight my muscles were. Of course I was uncomfortable because I don't like people touching me in the first place, but then when it happens to be an attractive man it just made it that much worse for me. A few appointments later, and I had a different chiropractor for one session. This new chiropractor asked me my name, and after I told him he said, "Your reputation precedes you." I still have no idea what the fuck that was supposed to mean because the only time I have ever heard that used is in historical fiction when some gentlemanly fellow wants to compliment a lady about her looks. However, I don't think this was the case because that would be extremely unprofessional and disturbing. Anyways, once spring break came around I stopped going there, and they called me twice and sent me a text in the next couple of months to follow. This to me seemed like a terrible policy for them because it gives the impression that they're hurting for clients.

Tinder and Rooms

So one of the more interesting things that happened this past year is I decided to try out Tinder just for the hell of it. I was surprisingly pretty popular on Tinder although I suppose that's not too hard when you're a female. Anyways, I had some pretty unusual things happen on Tinder most of which I cannot recall but was all pretty much expected for Tinder. I actually even went on a Tinder date, but I wasn't really into the guy especially after he went on about how great Europe and Kanye West are. I mean not that Europe isn't great or anything, but if you're going to talk about how much you love Europe why not just live there instead of constantly comparing it to the US. Also he kind of looked like my brother so that was another strike against him because that would have been weird. I actually saw a lot of people from college on there one of which super liked me, and then added me on Facebook not long after even though I swiped left on him. I did end up talking to a guy on there who goes to my school, and I saw this one guy that is friends with Dennis who I have had a crush on since I met him last year. His name is David and will come up again frequently later on in my story, but the important thing to know for now is when I saw him on Tinder I wanted to swipe right, but I accidentally swiped left on him so that sucked. Anyways, not long after I went on my one and only Tinder I decided to delete the app since it was turning into a waste of time.
Another thing that occurred during this time is I decided to move off campus because I was sick of living in the dorms. Since I didn't know anyone else who wanted to move at the same time as me, I went searching on Craigslist and many other sites to look for a place to live. This was actually a pretty stressful situation because housing in Seattle is not cheap, and there isn't much in my price range. I also had already withdrawn from campus housing, and it was looking like I was potentially going to have no where to live at the beginning of winter quarter. But then one day I get a call from someone I didn't even remember emailing, and I got a room in a house for pretty cheap. I just moved out of there yesterday to move back home for the summer, but it was great there, and I kind of miss it. And that is all the rest I have to tell about fall quarter of this past year. 

I'm Back

I'm back! I know it's almost been a year since I've actually posted anything. I had honestly forgotten about this blog until recently when I was talking to a friend about it, and recent events in my life have made me want to start it up again. It turns out that I'm not as awkward as I thought although I am still pretty awkward. As this past school year has enlightened me, most people are just awkward at least the people I encounter. So for two reasons the title of this blog isn't entirely accurate. Yes, I am still socially awkward, but in comparison with others, I have average social skills and have moments of awkwardness. The other reason the title isn't accurate is because I am no longer a teenager. About eight months ago, I reached the ripe old age of 20. It's funny because I thought things would be different when I was no longer a teenager, and at first, I got the impression that I was exactly the same, but now looking back I realize many things have changed for me since I turned 20. Although I seriously doubt that it has anything to do with my age.
Anyways, over the next few months of the summer, I plan on retelling the majority of my sophomore year of college, or at least the more interesting parts about it. However, I must admit, fall quarter was pretty boring, and my life didn't have anything really going on until winter quarter. To begin all the back in fall quarter, my brother Josh came to visit me. Well, he didn't really come to visit me, he was in the same city as me with his girlfriend, but he was sick of hanging out with his girlfriend, so I finally picked him up after he wouldn't quit complaining about her. I also I have to tell you, I do not own my car. In fact, I have my mom's car, and she is currently living in the Marshall Islands teaching small children English or something. She's coming back for a month this summer, and I have a feeling she won't let me borrow her car after she leaves once I tell her I'm not paying her car insurance anymore, but that's another story for another post.
Back to Josh. So I go pick up Josh from their hotel downtown, and I take him back to campus because I didn't really know what else to do with him. Once we got back to campus, I take him to Seven-Eleven so he can buy a cigar to smoke all the weed he had with him. He gets super stoned and gets weed all over my mom's car which pissed me off immensely. Since he wants most of his weed off the floor of the car he reaches for my phone instead of just asking for it to use as a flashlight. This was uncomfortable for me as my phone was resting in my lap near my crotch, and if he wasn't my brother and was sober I probably would have slapped him for it. After he picks up most of his weed, he starts talking about being depressed, and asks me if I was happy which at the time I was pretty depressed too. He clearly wasn't happy with his new girlfriend which I think he was hoping if he found the right girl to date she would fix everything. I don't know what the hell made him think that considering our brother Brandon has the perfect girlfriend, and he's still an asshole.
We eventually end this conversation, and I end up taking him back to my room which was risky because if my RA had seen him and figured out he was stoned I could have gotten into a lot of trouble. My roommate Becky was there, and she was pretty terrified of him considering he's 6'3", and she's only five feet tall. I let him watch football on my laptop, and he just sat there completely zoned out like I had never seen him before. He was totally out of it, and I've seen my brother intoxicated many times, but nothing was like he was that night. I have no idea what was wrong with him. After about two hours of this, I show him around campus, and then take him back to his hotel. I don't think his girlfriend ever liked me because of that night. I think his leaving started a huge fight between them, and he wouldn't have ever left if I hadn't told him I could pick him up. I just hope that if she hasn't figured this out already, that someday she will understand that I have no idea how to best help my brother, and I was just doing what he was asking me to do. I don't know if I did the right thing, but I hope I did.
I know that wasn't the most uplifting story ever, but I promise most of the stories that I have from this past year are actually pretty funny. Like I said before not much happened fall quarter or at least nothing fun happened that quarter. 

An Eventful Day (to say the least)

So my day has been pretty weird and is still going to keep being super weird. It all started this morning when I had a cup of coffee and had to take a really huge poop. The unfortunate part about this was it was at 9:40, and the plumber was coming to our house at 10. Also I should mention we just moved, and the plumber was coming to plumb our fridge so it would produce magical cold water from the door. So here I am 20 minutes before the plumber comes taking the world's biggest dump on the toilet. I actually finish at about 9:53, but I have a new problem, our bathroom does not have a fan, and the kitchen is near the bathroom, close enough that you can smell everything emanating from the bathroom. Once I realize this, I immediately begin to run around the house looking for perfume or some sort of Febreze or anything that will make the air not smell like crap. I have two things going against me, one being I don't know where any of the cleaning supplies are in the new house, and two none of the females in this house have any perfume. I end up finding this cheap ass body spray that my mom gave me for Christmas a few years ago that I'm 99% sure she bought at the Dollar Store. Unfortunately, when I go to spray the stuff, it doesn't come out in a nice spray instead it comes out in droplets all over the floor. So I end up grabbing bathroom cleaner and spraying it into the air. It's not even 10 yet, and the kitchen doesn't smell like poop so I felt successful. It turns out the plumber didn't even get here until 10:17 anyways so I didn't even need to stress out so much. Although I was stressed about the fact that they weren't going to be before I needed to leave the house at 11 to go with Tianna to hang out while she did her errands. As 10:40 approaches I come up with a plan, I decide to sneak out of the house through the window of my parents' bedroom, so the plumbers won't know I left. The plumbers were gone at this time to go get the proper tools so I took my purse and my shoes and put them by the window in my parents' room. I then return to my bedroom to wait. At 11, I go to the bathroom and pass the plumbers who are under the sink, I decide that after I'm done peeing I will escape through the window which is what I did. I run around the back of the house and go to the park by my house to wait for Tianna to pick me up.
Later, we come back to my house, and I give Tianna a tour of the house. We decide to look for a tape measure to see how big I should get my tattoo when I find a lighter, and I tell Tianna how I've been finding lighters a lot recently, and how I think someone in my house is smoking weed. We proceed to search my parents' bedroom to see if there's any weed amongst their things. We don't find any, so we decide to search my step sister's room to see if there's any in her room. After we've almost given up I realize her backpack is sitting on her floor and we haven't looked through it yet. We open her backpack, and on top is a metal lunchbox, we open the lunchbox, and inside... there is a pipe, old roaches, and a pack of cigerattes. She also had crushed up can that she had used as a pipe. Unfortunately, we didn't find any weed, so we have decided that tonight once everyone is asleep we are going to search her car. 

Pokemon Go

Recently, I've been spending quite a bit of time playing Pokemon Go even after I made fun of my friends for playing it. But as it turns out, it's actually really fun. It's getting me out of the house and doing something on my days off other than hanging out with Tianna, who is currently out of town, or helping my mom clean out her house in the hopes that I'll stay on her good side and she will give me her car which so far seems to be working. However, that could end any day now. My dad and I like to take my dog, P-Knut for walks and play Pokemon at the same time. Tonight, we went downtown to walk around, and there were about 20 people gathered between two Pokestops because there were lure modules at both stops. It was kind of cool to see. People in this stupid town getting out of their houses and congregating in a random places across town. It's better than the alternative which is everybody stay indoors playing Xbox and smoking pot all day. It's also kind of fun being part of something that you know other people are enjoying, and it's almost as if you're all part of this club. You walk around and recognize other people who are doing the same thing as you even though they're perfect strangers. Everybody at work kind of thinks it's lame, but oh well they haven't tried it so how would they know. There's this one guy who I grew up with who was about to bash on the game until I said I play it. Today, he asked me about my Pokemon, and asked me if I had Pikachu yet which unfortunately I do not. My mom told me she thinks ISIS is using it to spy on the US which I think is stupid because they could just use Google Earth for that shit. Sometimes I swear to god I am adopted because of the people in my family.