That awkward moment when...

That boy you thought was a Senior all year, turns out to be a Junior.

You realize there were actually 3 different boys you thought were Seniors.

Also, you were really good friends with one of the 3 boys. 

You are singing extra loud in the kitchen, you know for a fact there are boys in the yard next door, (boys your age in fact), and you realize your mom left all the kitchen windows open, and the back door.

That one time you were sitting in the front yard, eating a s'more you made in the microwave, and just as the marshmallow drips onto your face, a cute boy walks by. Attractive.

You look out your kitchen window to see that one boy that makes you swoon, (a street over mowing a lawn) and you don't stop looking. (Oh wait, maybe that's not awkward...maybe that makes me stalkerish.)

Your brother and his friend are running around the neighborhood. Without shirts on. And they're 12.

Your little brother who's 8, decides to tell everyone you've ever known all the secrets he's stored up in his head. All of them.

Riding your bike is fun until you see a boy you sorta know, but have never actually talked to, start to follow you. Then you run away.

This Is Me...

I am incredibly awkward. 

I say the wrong things at the wrong time, I skip through parking lots, I laugh to myself, and I sing really loudly, really horribly, in the car. Often I find myself sharing stupid stories no one particularly cares about. At all. I find my thoughts wandering off to far off places, when I should be listening to someone. Then when I get asked a question, I haven't the slightest idea what's going on. Sometimes when I say something particularly awkward, I get strange looks, and I just walk away. Which is probably even more awkward.

But it's fine.

Once, I was sitting in my chemistry class, and a lady sitting next to me said something that reminded me of a movie. I just started laughing. She wasn't even talking to me. It was sufficiently awkward.

It's fine.

One day, I will find a boy who is just as awkward, (or who can embrace my awkwardness), and we will fall in love. It's simple really.