Story of My Life

Two friends recently have addressed something that has been on my mind. One told me "Jensen, it seems like you get yourself into lots of awkward, embarrassing, and uncomfortable situations."  Story of my life, my friend. The other laughed after I filled him in what had been going on lately and said "You're life is so funny." You got that right. Gotta love it.

I post many entries that either explicitly tell the tales of my encounters or that subtly hint to my terribly awkward life. Most of you also know me personally so you have heard stories, or witnessed first hand the clumsy and quirky individual that I am. My point is, you're all aware of the circumstances that I face.

It's not that I put myself in those situations, they simply occur on the regular. I will be having a perfectly average day, meaning that I haven't tripped more than 3 times and I've pushed at least 2 pull doors or vice versa, yet I will still forget English as I'm stuck in an elevator with a cute boy. Or the custard machine will completely explode on me in front of the drive thru window customer. So it goes...

I've fully embraced it though. My day is not finished until I've successfully embarrassed myself or been made uncomfortable. However, I live for these moments. They make my life so much more entertaining not only for the individuals around me, but myself as well. It's a good thing I've built up my confidence in the last few months because life keeps hitting me with moments like these more and more as I continue through the semester. 

So if you're wondering if I have more ridiculous stories for you, I do. I always do.

Raining Tortillas: The scene takes place in my kitchen. Jessica has stocked our fridge full for a ward dinner. Pumpkin pies and taco meat fill our shelves, making our fridge struggle to hold everything inside. 

I come home from church, starving and in a bad mood because it's a hard day. I open the fridge hoping to go for my leftovers and the taco shredded chicken container falls onto the floor, spilling everywhere.

Mary and I start laughing because of course this would happen, the fridge is bursting with food. I bend over to pick up the chicken and BAM BAM BAM. Three huge and heavy Costco tortilla packages tumble from the top of the fridge onto the back of my head, one after another. Mary and I's laughter only gets louder, except now the tears of complete frustration also roll down my cheeks. ALL I WANTED WAS TO EAT FOOD.

Topping it all off. I ran over to a friend's apartment to tell him what happened and get a hug because my day had been so frustrating. I came back, reopened the fridge just to have the shelf on the door BREAK and all the containers fall and some even spill onto the tile. Just my luck.

When I told my roommate Michelle about the ordeal her response: "Oh no! Did we lose any food?" No. "Good, are you okay?" Obviously food is

more important. (Just kidding, but it was a great response.)

In conclusion, I blog about this because it's true. I have these types of stories all the time. I'm a terribly awkward person. I get stuck in situations that people, myself included, just can't help but laugh at because it's ridiculous. So many absurd and comical things happen to me. Why not share the stories with the world? Everyone loves a good laugh every once in a while. And it's more enjoyable when the terrible, awful, no good things are happening to someone else.

More awkward stories to come I'm sure.
Here are two posts about some other entertaining encounters.
Note to Self               Note to Self: Take 2

Enjoy some random pictures that Sam took of me on my phone.
32 days til I'm home (:

That's a cookie in my hand in case you're wondering.