Have you ever just felt tired? Just so tired of doing what you have to? Being who you are--with all your horrible qualities? There is no escape for that, though. You're just stuck. Yeah, well, I'm tired of my "super power". You see, my best friend and I have taken some qualities of ours (hers the ability to burp and spit like a forty-year old man, and mine, my least favorite thing about me) and deemed them our "super powers". They are rather horrible super powers. I want something more than what I have... For I am the Queen of Awkward Silences.
Yep. No way around it. Even if I have a few chatty people that I barely know, if they're around me, it's less of a chance a conversation will be held. I can't help it. I'm just awkward. I know, small talk. Well small talk never works. Every time I hear those words I think of the weather. Chatting about the weather. Can you see me chatting about the weather? I don't hardly know ANYTHING about the damn weather! So what am I supposed to do then? Ask them their favorite color? That is always the second thing I think of... Any one got any hints? I don't want to be the Queen of Awkward Silences. I want to be able to talk easily to people without my face heating up and my stomach flipping three times in the span of two seconds.
You know what would be an amazing super power? The ability to read minds... I know some will say, "oh that's lame, I want to be able to fly!" Really, I never found the appeal of flying. It's not that I'm insecure! See when I think of people wanting to read minds they want to hear what others are thinking of them. That could be either disastrous or a great confidence-booster. That's not what I'd want it for, though that would be interesting... I want it because, hey, it really could improve my small talk. That, and I would hopefully develop quite a thick skin, so as to not be easily offended. Wouldn't that just be marvelous?
So, question for you... Any tips on small talk AND if you could have a super power, what would it be?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
As always.
Ello world. I'm not aiming for the poetic, deep look right now, so bear with me.
So school is back. Oh the tragedy... Course we aren't doing anything yet. It's quite sad. We all just go there and sit around, nothing to do. I would work on my new L/J long fic, but really, in a school full of nerds do I really need to be the nerdiest? Why yes of course I do. ;D
Anyway, I've discovered Doctor Who. I've only seen a few episodes so far, but they're amazing. I don't know what it is, the thrilling stories every show, the Ninth Doctor's enthusiasm, or maybe its just the accents. Whatever it is, I am hooked and loving it.
Now, onto what you've been dying to hear... The "Invisible" boy. (And here comes the "poetic" part I promised I wouldn't do..)
He's as beautiful as ever.. Dark hair tousled, brown eyes searching, always searching... His mouth set, determination easily read in his features. His skin darker than normal, of course that was expected. What wasn't expected was the action, or lack thereof. He never placed a foot on my bus. Its as if every time I get close to this boy, fate tears me apart. I hate it. I want him. I want all of him. Once again, I rarely know what I want, and when I do know, I also know I can never have it. Just my luck.
To end on a more positive note, the beach was incredible. As always.
So school is back. Oh the tragedy... Course we aren't doing anything yet. It's quite sad. We all just go there and sit around, nothing to do. I would work on my new L/J long fic, but really, in a school full of nerds do I really need to be the nerdiest? Why yes of course I do. ;D
Anyway, I've discovered Doctor Who. I've only seen a few episodes so far, but they're amazing. I don't know what it is, the thrilling stories every show, the Ninth Doctor's enthusiasm, or maybe its just the accents. Whatever it is, I am hooked and loving it.
Now, onto what you've been dying to hear... The "Invisible" boy. (And here comes the "poetic" part I promised I wouldn't do..)
He's as beautiful as ever.. Dark hair tousled, brown eyes searching, always searching... His mouth set, determination easily read in his features. His skin darker than normal, of course that was expected. What wasn't expected was the action, or lack thereof. He never placed a foot on my bus. Its as if every time I get close to this boy, fate tears me apart. I hate it. I want him. I want all of him. Once again, I rarely know what I want, and when I do know, I also know I can never have it. Just my luck.
To end on a more positive note, the beach was incredible. As always.
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