Official Experiment #1

 So, we needed to test our theory of repulsion. Purely for evidence, we attended a dance at our high school. It sucked. Here's the low down on our throw down.
  We started off trying to find a group to pop and lock it with (mind you no one was dancing). We followed a friend of ours who we attended the dance with. Then, met up with some class mates we thought we could have a good time with. There was an extremely awkward atmosphere as we tried our best moves out on the floor. This could be because half were grinding and half really didn't know how to dance.
  We danced to every other verse of the songs and randomly half of our group looked at eachother and walked off the dance floor leaving us to fend for ourselves. We went to find them, but upon our return, our spots were taken.
   Naturally, we tried to find another spot and as a last resort were forced to the outskirts of the mob. There we were, dancing in the open next to the outcasts and the rent-a-cops and the Spanish teachers that double as chaperones. Humiliating to say the least. Finally, we got toward the inside and started dancing with another friend. A bunch of weirdees kept grinding at us and shoving us back to desolation. Literally, after 45 minutes we had even rejected the rejects.
  Official Experiment #1 confirmed our prior hypothesis of repulsion.
  Stay tuned for the experiment.

Know What I Want to See? A Cheerleader Get Smacked.

Pirates are down by about 10. The short blond one's getting angry. He's jumping all over the place, but it's no use. His frustrations come out in his next pass. I think he's aiming for the medium-height-baby-faced one, but he chucks it too hard. It whizzes past the intended receiver's hands, straight for the face of one of the EGF cheerleaders. I sit up in my seat, ready to see a cheerleader get nailed in the face. But, alas, I have no such luck. The ball passes right by her head. *sigh*
End score of the game: 39-25, EGF Green Wave. Best part of this low-scoring game? The general fact that when the guys shoot they, like, pause in the air and it almost looks like they're floating. Yes, this was such a boring game that my friend, Gayle*, and I had time to consider this. If only that cheerleader would have gotten a facial... Would have made my day. What's the point of having cheerleaders anyway? I mean, maybe if they're good, like on GLEE, but not in a small Minnesota town where the people who are supposed to get you pumped are about as peppy and fun to watch as my grandpa eating a sandwich.
Now, take away the fact that this school has crappy cheerleaders, I really can't forgive them for having the "Green Wave" as their mascot. First of all, they're on the Red River, so a green wave doesn't even make sense. Second, a wave with a grumpy face isn't all that intimidating. It's just kind of sad.
You could raise the point that I'm just poking fun at them because we lost. Be assured that I'd be saying the same thing even if we'd won.

And that's all I have to say about that.

The Alex-Kristin Repulsion Factor

Have you ever just felt that people avoid you? It's rough, yeah? But, I'll tell you what's worse that avoidance: repulsion. This is when people are subconsciously or even consciously repelled by you as an entity. An exaggeration you say? No. Not quite.
Here are some questions to ask yourself if you think you or a loved one are burdened with this:

1. When spectating at sporting events in a large crowds, do you find that on your arrival people gravitate towards the exit by half-time?
2. If you're participating in group work or team-building activities, have you realized that people will cut you off from conversation and won't invite you into circles?
3. Do people naturally scatter without even realizing that you are entering their bubbles?
4. When engaged in conversation does the person lack enthusiasm or keep looking for a scapegoat to end the conversation?

If you've answered yes to 50% if these questions. There's a 72% chance that you are absolutely repulsive. Sorry amigo.

A Happening at Dairy Queen

So... Here's a semi-fictional short story...Enjoy.

     Once upon a time, in a faraway land called the street by Dairy Queen, walked a small group of girls.
Leading the pack was one called Gayle*. She looked in the employee parking lot and saw his brilliant steed: a black Thunderbird. She gasped with amazement.
     Elsie* gawked, “He’s a pimp.”
     Gayle tentatively walked up to the window with her friends in tow.
     “Are you sure you want to do this?” asked a frightened Angie.
     “Yeah, it looks dangerous.” added Monica.
     Mollie rolled her eyes, “Just do it or else I’ll go first.”
     “Okay,” Gayle breathed out, “I’m doing it.”
     Brody*, the boy with the amazing eyes and gorgeous hair, opened the window, “Hey, Gayle. What do you want?” He smiled sweetly.
     She took a second to gather herself, “I’ll take a small cookie dough Blizzard.
     “Coming right up,” he winked.
     The girls squealed excitement at his gesture.
     “Sh!” Gayle scolded. She didn’t want him hearing.
     Moments later, Brody came back with Blizzard in hand, “3 dollars.”
     Gayle handed him a 5.
     He handed her 2 ones. Then he gave her the Blizzard, “One of the best I’ve ever made.”
     “Thanks.” she said.
     “No problem. Say, you wanna go to a movie sometime? Maybe at my house?”
     She almost had a heart attack.
     “YES!” she squealed.
     “Um, not you. Elsie.” He looked passed Gayle, right at Elsie, “You know that time I made you a Brownie Earthquake? I’ve loved you ever since.”
　

 THE END

Backstory: One time Brody* made Elsie* a brownie earthquake and said it was the best he'd ever made.

* Names have been changed.

There you have it! Hope you were entertained!

New Year. New Blog.

Hello Kristin! Have you found the fish?
Anyway, this is the blog of a couple of girls from Minnesota who have great stories that need to be shared with the world.
Some are happy, some sad, most you really won't find any value in.