Six Word Saturday

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Six Word Saturday

My six words:

Dollface broke up with me! Jerkface....

(Dollface will now be called Jerkface whenever I talk about him. Yeah, we're still friends [kind of], but he's such a jerk. Wow.)

Something to keep my iPod warm with...

I crocheted an iPod cozy for my fabulous iTouch over the weekend.

And when I was half way done with it, I realized how I could of made it better. So, I'll take pictures of VERSION 2.0 and post it sometime this week (depending on whether or not my life hates me).

So, here are some piccies. :)


One of the infamous flowers is sewed to the front of the case.


My iPod likes it's cozy little sweater a lot, but VERSION 2.0 is a little bit better.

Stay beautiful, lovelies! VERSION 2.0, and some more awesome stuff, coming later in the week.

We don't have much left, though, do we? D:

My Day: A Totally Awkward Collaboration

This is yet another TAT post hosted by Tova Darling.

You all have to understand that I don't even THINK this post deserves a Totally Awkward Tuesday post. My day sucked, and it was awkward. The horrible part was that it wasn't even that funny!

So, to begin, I woke up this morning and I didn't feel good. When you screw up, you always blame it on the fact that you feel like you're dying because you have a stuffy nose. It's human nature.

Then I went to English class. This essay I worked hard on got slaughtered in front of the class (AKA: My teacher read my essay in front of the class and took a pen and BLED on it.) There were so many typos in the essay. I was so embarrassed. I realized how much my writing sucks. I am scared to even write this post, honestly. Is that awkward enough?

Then in my next class, my teacher was drinking water. So, I thought, Okay. She's drinking water. I guess I'll take my water bottle out...

So, I take a sip. My teacher screams at me. IT'S WATER PEOPLE. I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION. I NEED TO DRINK WATER.

But Moxie is too shy to mention that in front of a class. Now I have to call my doctor and have him FAX all my teachers proof and evidence that I am a freak of nature. (And on later TAT posts, I will give you examples of ways that teachers have treated me like a freak of nature. Stay tuned.)

And to top off my day, some freshman (FRESHMEAT. FRESHMEAT.) fell on my head. Yes, it was raining cat and freshman.

I am only joking. I was sitting outside on the concrete for lunch (I'm sure you all have heard me rant about this before), and some kid pushed his "friend" into my person. Said freshmeat apparently was slow, because it seriously took him about 3 minutes to get off my head.

Okay, freshmen falling on my head like raindrops is kind of funny.

So there you have it. A very nontraditional Totally Awkward Tuesday. I guess my day was destined to suck to epic proportions, because it's Tuesday. But at least it was awkward.

So yes, please, go share your Totally Awkward Post on Tova's blog. Why? Because it helps cleanse your soul. It's totally like blogging yoga. :)

Stay beautiful!
~Moxie

Beautiful Sunday

They give us shade while we boil in the heat.

It's another Beautiful Sunday. And this week, I am thankful for the trees.

Now, I speak for the trees when I say it annoys me when people love the trees because they suck up CO2 and give off Oxygen. Yes, this is important, and without the trees we would probably be blue raisins right now, but...

Let's say the female race was going extinct. "Oh no! Now we have no one to make babies for us and clean our houses!" someone may say. Offensive! I wonder how the trees must feel...

I appreciate trees in this hot weather. They give us shade. They are beautiful. Beautiful animals grow up in beautiful trees. And as I am about to go spend the whole day outside, the trees will protect me, somewhatly, from the heat.

I am thankful for where there is heat, there is a tree to love you. (Hopefully.)

Now, what is beautiful in your life? What are you thankful for?

Six Word Saturday

My six words:

Normal broadcasting will continue tomorrow. Promise.

Totally Awkward Tuesday

This Totally Awkward Tuesday post is brought to you by the legendary Tova Darling.

Sometimes I really want to say, "My dear readers, I am running out of awkward stories for you!" But in reality, I just don't want to go into the vault of very, very awkward stories. But now, I must.

When I was in the peak of my middle school years, I was in a group from my church that got to go on a trip to Georgia.

I think that going on the trip was awkward enough. I was probably the weirdest, ugliest, and strangest kid there. But yet, these people still faked liking me. Maybe they were being for real, but whatever, back to the story.

So after the trip, we stopped at a beach.

Now, my readers know what Moxie does when she goes to the beach, right? Yes, I hunt for shells. So I did just that. I didn't find much worth a crap, but I really wanted to take one or two home as a souvenir.

But, I was addressed with a problem.

The group leader had called me up to the side, "Moxie, you can only take one shell home."

"What?! Why!?!" I cried out. "I want to take them as souvenirs to my parents, my grandma, and my nephew."

"Moxie, they are going to stink up the car. Please, just put them back," he said, and walked away.

Now, in my childhood years, I thought I was sneaky. There was the ceramic incident, which I got away with. I could totally get away with this too!

So, I put my shells in a cup, and wrapped the cup in a sweater. And I had a big ball. It was huge. And obvious. I made it home, and I felt horrible. I disobeyed my group leader. But oh well, I got my shells, right?

A few years later, as I got home from the beach, I went to youth group. I was talking with one of the other leaders there, and said group leader was there too. Then, after I said that I hunted for shells while I was on vacation, he blurted out...

"YEAH LIKE THAT TIME YOU TOOK THOSE SHELLS EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU NOT TO?"

Oh crap. What do I say?

"Oh... Heheh... Yeah, I was wondering when you'd bring that up?!"

Smooth move Moxie.

None the less, I am MUCH more picky about shell hunting that I once was. There HAVE been times where I went to the beach and didn't pick anything up. AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME NOW?! :)

And I'm sure you're wondering what happened to the cup of "prohibited" shells, aren't you?

Well, they are still sitting in that cup.

If you are reading this, Mr. Group Leader, I am really sorry I disobeyed you. I shouldn't of. It wasn't worth the guilt. And the awkwardness. But mostly the awkwardness.