Story of a small town girl.

30Jun09

Imagine what it’s like when Veneta comes over. I’m a nerdy-honors-student-who-reads-for-fun type of person, and she wears an abundance of eye makeup of the “nocturnal rodent” variety, has had more boyfriends than most people have friends on Facebook, and lost her virginity in the woods near our school.

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Tags: boyfriends, small town girl

Truth: I’m an embarrassment.

30Jun09

Describe your top three most embarrassing moments. In detail.
That would be the first question. Let me first say that I had to go through my mental list of embarrassing moments and pick out the ones that were not completely mortifying, and that I hadn’t already blogged about.

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Tags: crushes, FML, French, How embarrassing, sticky situations, Truth or dare

All summer long

29Jun09

Okay, admit it… who thought I’d be spending this entire summer sitting on my lazy butt, watching reruns of House while making funky peanut butter and potato chips concoctions? Hands in the air, raise ‘em high — that many, huh? Yeah, don’t worry, I thought the same thing.

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Tags: baseball, got a life

Damn you, fate!

10Jun09

So I was taking my French exam. (Yes, already you can tell this is going to be a Mike Daniels story of epic proportions. Buckle up.) Part of it was oral — like you had to go out in the hallway and recite a story to the teacher in French. Normal foreign language class stuff, right? But let me tell you something about me and reciting French stories.

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Tags: French, sticky situations

C’mon, summer. Just a little closer.

07Jun09

Well, it’s that time of the year. I don’t mean exams and stress and whatnot (although that’s certainly part of it). No, I mean it’s the time of year where I get really, really desperate for clothes. And I do mean desperate, like throw yourself at that weird guy with greasy hair who sits in the back of the classroom and draws on his arms with highlighter, which is strange but prom’s two days away so you better hustle desperate.

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