Ends of limbs

Mind one.

Alright I know I know. You're practically screaming at me. "YOU ALREADY DID THIS POST!!! GET SOME NEW IDEA'S YOU WASTE OF BLOGGER!!!" Calm down, my sociopath friend, this is simply a continuation of that post. Because, simply, unless you are dead, you have awkward moments every day. This post shall be a little different. I'll actually tell you some of my awkward moments in more detail. (This shows we're desperate for idea's, we're talking about feelings.)
Awkward moment numero uno!!

Middle school. That's just an awkward pair of words, describing an awkward time of life, in an awkward environment, that promotes awkwardness among awkward interactions between awkward students. In case that was too subtle, IT'S AWKWARD AS ALL SHIT!!!! Then they inflict p.e. on us. Why do it? We're awkward (there's that word again) and gangly, and overall we don't know where the ends of our limbs are. (That sounds cool, ends of limbs. At this point I did have this post titled as That awkward moment where you have to make a second post about more awkward moments. But that's long and well...awkward, so now it is ends of limbs.) Causing us to go through p.e. at this stage in life, is like sending a kindergartner to Harvard, or a man with no hands to a typing contest. It's cruel, unusual punishment, and you will never get the results you are hoping for. "Run laps around the gym!!" P.e. teachers favorite phrase. Why? Because it's an activity that doesn't need excessive supervision, and its pretty damn hard to screw up. It's the equivalent of handing out a pop quiz in math. The students sweat and the teacher gets the day off. Now on this day, I don't remember the exact date, sue me. It was during basketball season though, so the over enthusiastic boys in my p.e. class were being, overenthusiastic and everytime they passed under a basketball hoop they would take turns leaping up and grabbing the net as high as they could. I wasn't paying attention to this. I don't know why, likely I was suffering from a serious case of "I-do-not-give-a-shit-itis" its common among middle schoolers. So while I was doing some deep thinking and staring off into space, I managed to not notice their tomfoolery. I was right behind a group of these enthusiastic spaz's, when one decided he would go for gold and do some sort of running spinning leap through the air and grab the net hang there for a second a drop. This would of been fine, even a fairly cool move, if I hadn't been approximately one second behind him. Ensuring that after his attempts at Air Jordan he would land directly on me. More specifically on my face. Even more specifically an unfortunate landing on my face. And by unfortunate I mean down right embarassing. If you haven't got the image by now, and you're still scratching your head trying to figure what part of who hit whom in the face, let me clarify. Actually, no. That would take this blog post straight out of PG land. And I can't have that. Said basketball player and I both stuttered apologies then took off in dead sprints around the gym. In the same direction, cause we got yelled at for "Disrupting the flow!!". Eventually I stopped, let him gain half the gym on me then resumed my jogging. It was embarassing in those days, but now the story makes me laugh. I don't even know if he remembers, but he shall still remain unnamed. (and no, it wasn't voldemort.)

Mind Two:

Well this is awkward, but I have chosen to forget most of my awkward moments so I will tell you a funny story instead.

Mind Two likes to bake. Like really. And I'm good at it. And no, I am not fat.

I have this, uhh, frenemy. We get along alright, but most of the time we just make fun of each other. Well, I went with my mom and her friend for sushi and tried WASABI!! It is basically really spicy horse radish sauce for those of you that don't know. And it's green. ("I know it's green, but what else is about it?" 5 points for Gryffindor if you can name that quote.)
Well, our branding was coming up and I decided on cupcakes because they are easy and super delicious. Then I thought, I really need a good way to get back at frenemy for...everything. Then I thought wasabi cupcakes would be a fantastic way to do it. So I then made a special cupcake, with a layer of wasabi and a layer of chocolate frosting over it. And at dessert time, I took it out as a peace offering. I said I felt bad for all the mean things I had said so I made this cupcake for you. And he took a bite.
And the look on his face as soon as he got down to the wasabi was PRICELESS. I will never forget that face. And to this day he will not eat any cupcakes I have made. I made SourPatch kids cupcakes and he wouldn't touch them. But it was totally worth it.