I am probably the most awkward person in the world.
I have some embarrassing stories to share. You may be asking, "well then why is she going to blab her stories to the entire blog world?" Well I'll tell you why.
They're too dang funny to be un-blogged.
So for the last two months, I have been on a mission. My mission has been to be happy, and to enjoy in my surroundings. When I first came here to BYU, I was.....well, I wasn't loving it. That's for sure. It felt too big for me, and I didn't feel like we were living in a very social place. thankfully though, things have changed. Once I started this 'mission', everything has turned around. I love school, love the roommates, and I even love this crap of a hole we live in. With all the new experiences, came the dating ones too...
People here at BYU, particularly boys, love to date. For me this is a HUGE change from the completely non-existent dating life I had at Snow. If there was a stat sheet of Jena's Dating Life from 2007-2009, people who read it could easily assume that I must've had lepersee, or some other really awful disease that deemed myself non-dateable. Anyways..Like I said, the Y is different. I am going on lots of dates and it is way fun, but with this fun comes the awkward moments.
yep. Here comes one of many stories....
story 1: The Hook
Preface to Story: On Halloween I borrowed my little cousins pirate hook toy for my pirate costume that I was wearing to a Halloween Party in our ward that night....
Story: So there is a boy who is super nice who has asked me out a couple of times. I'm a slow mover now, (after learning my lessons from some 'not so slow' relationships/catastrophic events) and I just want to have fun right now in my life; with no commitment (i.e. kissing and in most cases, holding hands). So this nice boy (we'll call him Juan, because it totally throws you off to who he really is) payed me a surprise visit one night, and I could just tell he was going to try to kiss me. In order to evade the awkward kiss moment, I asked if he would come to my neighbors house really fast because my roommates and I were going to sing a song there. So he came with me, and while I was there I saw the pirate hook that I had lost on Halloween. (The Halloween party had been at their house) I was way happy to find it, and stuck it in my coat pocket. Anyways, so after that we headed home; we meaning my roommates, Juan, and I. My plan was to get to our apartment with lots of people around, then say goodbye to Juan so that he wouldn't try anything.
Well it turns out that he had a plan of his own too.
Right as we were going to walk into my apartment, he asked if I would walk to his car with him, because he had to go. (aww crap, I thought) As we were walking, my hands were cemented into my pockets. Well, that didn't suit him, so he TOOK MY ARM AND PULLED MY HAND OUT OF MY POCKET to hold it. yes. yes he did. It was like some sort of hand excavation type of thing, as if he was a construction major trying out his new tractor skills. I didn't want to do it, but I was more scared to hurt his feelings, so I just let him because the car was only 20 feet away so I figured I'd be free soon.
As we neared the car door, he turned around to me and hugged me for a bit, saying how he was happy he got to see me. I wasn't really listening though, because all I could see were his eyes, scanning my face. Oh no, oh no no no. I thought. He is totally giving the kissy face. The kiss is coming!!! AH what do I do???? I don't want to kiss him!!! And as my mind was racing, racing, racing, and his face got closer and closer, I just WAM! threw my head into his chest in a kind of tackle hug move; the type of hard and rough man hug that football players give each other when they've won the game. ha, I held it there for a second, then had a brilliant idea. As I pulled back, and saw again the kissy face coming for me.....
....I reached in my pocket for the toy hook, pulled it out and plopped it in my mouth.
No seriously, I did.
I. stuck. a. 5 year old's. toy. pirate. hook. in. my. mouth. people.
to escape the kiss! I was just standing there, chewing on it like a complete and utter retard. (no offense to those with mental disabilities)
While chewing on it, I just babbled about how my feet were cold, and then very abruptly, I said goodbye, turned around and RAN.
Yeah, that's me. The weirdo. Note to self: In some cases, honesty might really be the best policy unless you really enjoy moments that are more awkward than an accidental toot. (not that I have had that happen to me personally, but its happened to others around me before...and yeah, it was awkward; believe me)
Well more stories to come. Hopefully this will satisfy your needs for now. It was a monumental moment in my life. SAVED BY THE HOOK!!!!
I have some embarrassing stories to share. You may be asking, "well then why is she going to blab her stories to the entire blog world?" Well I'll tell you why.
They're too dang funny to be un-blogged.
So for the last two months, I have been on a mission. My mission has been to be happy, and to enjoy in my surroundings. When I first came here to BYU, I was.....well, I wasn't loving it. That's for sure. It felt too big for me, and I didn't feel like we were living in a very social place. thankfully though, things have changed. Once I started this 'mission', everything has turned around. I love school, love the roommates, and I even love this crap of a hole we live in. With all the new experiences, came the dating ones too...
People here at BYU, particularly boys, love to date. For me this is a HUGE change from the completely non-existent dating life I had at Snow. If there was a stat sheet of Jena's Dating Life from 2007-2009, people who read it could easily assume that I must've had lepersee, or some other really awful disease that deemed myself non-dateable. Anyways..Like I said, the Y is different. I am going on lots of dates and it is way fun, but with this fun comes the awkward moments.
yep. Here comes one of many stories....
story 1: The Hook
Preface to Story: On Halloween I borrowed my little cousins pirate hook toy for my pirate costume that I was wearing to a Halloween Party in our ward that night....
Story: So there is a boy who is super nice who has asked me out a couple of times. I'm a slow mover now, (after learning my lessons from some 'not so slow' relationships/catastrophic events) and I just want to have fun right now in my life; with no commitment (i.e. kissing and in most cases, holding hands). So this nice boy (we'll call him Juan, because it totally throws you off to who he really is) payed me a surprise visit one night, and I could just tell he was going to try to kiss me. In order to evade the awkward kiss moment, I asked if he would come to my neighbors house really fast because my roommates and I were going to sing a song there. So he came with me, and while I was there I saw the pirate hook that I had lost on Halloween. (The Halloween party had been at their house) I was way happy to find it, and stuck it in my coat pocket. Anyways, so after that we headed home; we meaning my roommates, Juan, and I. My plan was to get to our apartment with lots of people around, then say goodbye to Juan so that he wouldn't try anything.
Well it turns out that he had a plan of his own too.
Right as we were going to walk into my apartment, he asked if I would walk to his car with him, because he had to go. (aww crap, I thought) As we were walking, my hands were cemented into my pockets. Well, that didn't suit him, so he TOOK MY ARM AND PULLED MY HAND OUT OF MY POCKET to hold it. yes. yes he did. It was like some sort of hand excavation type of thing, as if he was a construction major trying out his new tractor skills. I didn't want to do it, but I was more scared to hurt his feelings, so I just let him because the car was only 20 feet away so I figured I'd be free soon.
As we neared the car door, he turned around to me and hugged me for a bit, saying how he was happy he got to see me. I wasn't really listening though, because all I could see were his eyes, scanning my face. Oh no, oh no no no. I thought. He is totally giving the kissy face. The kiss is coming!!! AH what do I do???? I don't want to kiss him!!! And as my mind was racing, racing, racing, and his face got closer and closer, I just WAM! threw my head into his chest in a kind of tackle hug move; the type of hard and rough man hug that football players give each other when they've won the game. ha, I held it there for a second, then had a brilliant idea. As I pulled back, and saw again the kissy face coming for me.....
....I reached in my pocket for the toy hook, pulled it out and plopped it in my mouth.
No seriously, I did.
I. stuck. a. 5 year old's. toy. pirate. hook. in. my. mouth. people.
to escape the kiss! I was just standing there, chewing on it like a complete and utter retard. (no offense to those with mental disabilities)
While chewing on it, I just babbled about how my feet were cold, and then very abruptly, I said goodbye, turned around and RAN.
Yeah, that's me. The weirdo. Note to self: In some cases, honesty might really be the best policy unless you really enjoy moments that are more awkward than an accidental toot. (not that I have had that happen to me personally, but its happened to others around me before...and yeah, it was awkward; believe me)
Well more stories to come. Hopefully this will satisfy your needs for now. It was a monumental moment in my life. SAVED BY THE HOOK!!!!





























