SO. Today was on of THOSE days. You know, "that awkward moment". It all started on a bitter cold Monday Wednesday morning. I rolled myself out of bed at 6:30 and managed to drag myself to class without scaring anybody with my lack of sleep face. The day started off quite well actually. THEN, disaster struck. I was sitting in the BA building (the building fr the "arts" students) just minding my own business, when this guy comes and sits next to me. Now normally I don't mind this sort of thing, I like a little attention here and there, given the right circumstances. But this guy... well.. he was different to say the least. And not in my normal taste. For starters, he was wearing a skull and cross bones necklace. Don't get me wrong, I like an odd, eclectic look sometimes, but when I saw his silver nail polish, I knew I was in for trouble.
I begged for the kind high powered spirits to let me be, but with no such luck.
"Soo. you must be a BA student." I heard from a rather high pitched and VERY nasally voice. I turned to stare at a man with longer hair than mine and and a smell that I can't quite put my finger on.
"yes... I am a BA student." I said as politely as I could.
"mmmm. I can see THAT" he smiled with this comment (I shuddered) "I'm a language student. What are you doll?"
I replied with what I can only say was an attempt at a smile, "Humanities, but I'm studying French too."
"oooh we can be language buddies then! I'm doing German!" he then proceeded to explain to me HOW one goes about studying German and began yelling arbitrary German words at me whilst passer by's looked on with a bemused expression, hiding their smiles and choking back their giggles. I was lucky enough to be saved by my friend Inga, who was met with, "Oh my God Doll, I love this whole eclectic look you've got going on! Hippy but not too hippy, you work it!" This comment was followed by a finger snap and a hip roll. We managed to escape this event and I managed to get through the rest of my day pretty much ok. Until it was gym time.
Now, being a student means two things: 1) I have very little money. 2) When it comes to things such as darning or sewing, I am lazy as all hell. I got dressed for gym and noticed that there were little holes here and there, but didn't think anything of it. So I missioned to gym and began my workout with vigour. I completed a lovely 5km run, did some arm work and then moved into the weight section to work on my stomach. Now as is expected in a gym, the weight section was filled with a lot of burly men and a lot of male students. I sat down on one of the mats provided, facing the weight section and began my stomach exercises. I began to notice that I was receiving quite a few looks and some shocked and curious expressions, particularly from the surrounding males. Thinking it's because I looked so impressive doing my crunches (ha.ha.ha), I added on another 20 and then sat up to take a breather and check my sms's. That's when I saw it.
Running up my inner thigh all the way towards my crotch area was a massive hole. Now if that isn't awkward enough, I prefer not to wear underwear to the gym because it get's all up in my lady bits. I sat stone still, shocked, for about 5 minutes before getting up slowly and then sprinting to the exit.
Just another GREAT day in my lovely awkward life.
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