Awka Awkward

So there's this thing... and it's called hugging.

Apparently, I am incredibly awkward at hugging. A person goes a whole 18 years of their life thinking that they are just a "normal" hugger... come to find out I am awkward! (Who knew! Apparently not me....)

And this is just the first thing.

I try these cool things called High-Fives.

 I am awkward at those too. One of my besties Mac can attest to two distinctly awkward instances where my high-fives ended up in one of those ab-aching laughing sessions because of how awkward and stupid it was.

^^The same above goes towards fist bumps.

I am also SO awkward in pictures! For some reason my face doesn't make normal smiles or normal funny faces. I look like Frankenstein on hard drugs. Please look below for examples:

Like, just watch my face. So nasty
On the bright side, everybody else's faces are pretty great too

WHAAALLE!

Really? Gross

Like legitmately- this face is....

These are just a few. I am just awwwwkkkward! Like, how did I make friends? How do they put up with my unbearable awkwardness?

Another thing- I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO awkward around anything that looks, or smells, or slightly resembles a man.

This is funny because I grew up with men. Maybe that's why I am awkward? I don't know. But if a guy that I haven't met tries to talk to me I never fail in making a complete idiot of myself within 37 seconds. It's fine once I already know them... but this whole idea of first encounters... I am the QUEEN of awkwardness.

I also have this talent-- it is called sarcasm. I speak fluently in the language of sarcasm. Well, that being said- when people don't get my sarcasm, or they misinterpret my sarcasm it can lead to points of incredible awkwardness. It is especially awkward because I caused the moment of awkwardness... and there's nothing I can do about it...

Do you think I have said "awkward" enough in this blog post? "Awkward" "Awkward" "Awkward" "Awkward" "Awkward" "Awkward" "Awwwwwwkkkwwwwwwwarrrrddddddd"

Lastly, I am so incredibly awkward in my dance moves. I try to shake it, and then I break it because my dances moves are so awkward. I try- and I mean really try... but it is scary. I can't twerk, I can't jerk, I can't dance! The only thing that I can do is the Q-Tip and the 90 degree side-step from "Hitch".

I am Albert Brennamen.

But it is OK! I think being awkward is good? I don't know. Somehow I managed to make friends who love me in all my craziness and insanity and awkwardness.

Yeah, I am sorry that almost every single one of my blog posts end up revolving around my bestest friends, but they are just
so awesome and they don't judge me and they encourage me and they love me and they are just so awesome and hilarious and I am just so stinking blessed that I know them!

And yes- We all bought matching shorts and thongs... 

The things that make me awkward essentially make me awesome--Thanks Kadee Avila