However, I saw my stats today (Hey there, Malaysia! Comment me, new country!) and my views were way up in the double digits! Generally I get like two views a day, but I had about 15 views today!
Then I felt like crap because half of my brain was,'Woah. Maybe I should be wangsty more often on here.' and the other half was,'Dear LORD. People actually READ that?' So I'm an attention-seeking introvert, apparently. Don't ask me to explain that, because I've got no idea either.
Anywho, so my parental wangst is popular. Big deal, Zeeta, grow up. You aren't reading this so I can be in shock. More than likely you are reading this because I have some level of pathetic humour in my writing.
Well, here's your humour for the day. It was generally an all-around awkward situation, for me too.
Ok, first, my background. There's this guy. OH MY GOD! I JUST TYPED THOSE WORDS! WHAT IS THIS?! I AM BECOMING A LEGITIMATE GIRL! (how's that for humour ;D) Anyways, he used to pick on me when I was little, and it annoyed me (duh). So, to this day, I still harbor some level of annoyance towards him. However, recently he joined a band that is actually pretty popular in our town. So he, by default, became popular along with it. It doesn't hurt matters any that he isn't exactly bad looking. Anyways! Enough about that crap.
Oh, and the guy's name (is obvious to my parents WHO STILL READ THIS.) is Ian.
Me, Mom, Tay, and Tay's friend (Sarah), went to their concert at our church. We felt awkward because hardly anybody showed up, but we had fun. Afterwards, Mom had to go talk to Ian's mom. Who is nice. I like her. So Mom starts talking about a new program the school is setting up (of which I am the guinea pig). Which switches the conversation to me which was annoying, then to Ian which was embarrassing. So they're talking about Ian's grades and degree of smartness and I'm standing there awkwardly thinking,"Geez! I should not be hearing this. Damn, what if he can hear them? WHAT IF HE CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS?!" Which was paranoia (A La His being a mind reader which is such a big possibility. Duh) and worry all rolled into one thought. So I turn around to find him.
AND DEAR LORD THE BOY IS HALFWAY ACROSS THE ROOM AND SOMEHOW MANAGES TO LOOK AT ME THE MOMENT I TURN! My brain went from paranoia to full on,'ACK! HE IS A MIND READER! I dislike you. Turn away. Your fans will kill me. I'm crazy. AH! ignore that part! STOP READING MY MIND!.' It was one of the creepiest and most paranoid moments of my life.
It was all I could do to keep myself from running out the church doors screaming like a maniac.
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| HE READ MY MIND, I SWEAR! |
Zeeta
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