How to Cope with Random Coldness...

You're nonchalantly walking down an artsy college town street on Thanksgiving break. Enjoying life. Suddenly, it gets downright freezing. It has happened to everybody. So what do you do in this situation? Wear a man shirt/dress. Get strange looks from people because you look like you're not wearing pants. Awkwardness at its finest. Oh by the way if you're wondering why my face is awkwardly blurred out, it is simply to protect my UBER important identity (just kidding I looked like I was hit by a truck). Excuse my obnoxiously large mound of hair on the side.

The Golden Age & The Silver Girl

Officially one of my favorite songs now. And it's from this millennium! This guy, Tyler Lyle, is Bob Dylan and the Beatles' hypothetical baby (if someone was a girl).

Confession...I Am an Addict

Hello, class. My name is Charlotte and I am addicted to dreadlocks. (Hi Charlotte.) I know what you're most likely thinking. Ew. That's repulsive. Blah, blah, blah. Everyone's allowed to have their own opinions. I, for one, think that dreadlocks are beautiful. They're just so natural and so bohemian and so cool-looking. It's incredible. I've even been tempted to dread my entire head before, but I didn't have the guts to. At all. I only dreaded one piece of my hair. And I loved it. Others hated it. Some loved it. I can't please everyone, so it doesn't matter to me what other people think.

Secret Portfolio

So I decided to go through my computer today in an attempt to clear out all the clutter that has accumulated throughout the year. I found a lot of meaningless stuff, repetitive shopping lists, funny (really funny) pictures, and things like that. I also found this group of pictures that I took with a film camera (that's why some of them are messed up...). These are all pictures in towns in North Florida, namely Gainesville, Hawthorne, and Micanopy.





You would think that I was standing on dry ground...or maybe in a boat of some sort when I took this picture. Nope. I was standing in waist-deep water. Wearing clothes.

This little lizard has life completely figured out. Look at him, just chilling like he has no homework, no school, no job, and no stress. We can all learn from this guy.

 This is just a pretty Church in Micanopy. You can't see it in the picture, but there was a fallen tree across the road to the left of me when I took this picture. It wasn't even there long. What if its falling was...delayed in some way? Lucky for me. 

 This is Moo. I know, I know. The most original name for a cow in the universe as we know it. Moo was actually a baby a couple months (years...I'm delusional) ago. For those of you looking for that someone special, Moo loves long walks through the pasture, eating grapefruits, and singing.

 Best picture ever. Just saying. Best picture ever. Need I say more, peasants? 

Just kidding; you're all queens (even the guys).

This, children, is a lake. A lake is (insert completely unnecessary definition here). People (meaning I...occasionally) swim, fish, and canoe in this lake. Sometimes. 

The pink building on the right is Leonardo's, a rather obscure yet completely awesome guitar store that I go to frequently (I bought my guitar there). For those of you who are redneck fanatics, this is (I'm 99.9% positive) the background for the Blue Collar Comedy Tour with Larry the Cable Guy, Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, and Ron White. Except it's called Crawford's in the picture. It's an old picture.

Coca Cola. That would hit the spot right about now. Even though I'm not a fan of soda. 

Step One: Drive through a cool, old neighborhood. 

Step Two: See an cool, old pickup truck in the cool, old neighborhood.

Step Three: Step out of car to gaze at cool, old pickup truck in cool, old neighborhood.

Step Four: Take nostalgic picture of cool, old pickup truck in cool, old neighborhood.

Step Five: Post picture of cool, old pickup truck in cool, old neighborhood on awkward blog.

[Cross this out]

Just skipping down the sidewalk, and what do I see? This perfect, exquisite rendering of the famous Dark Side of the Moon triangle. Pink Floyd. 

Time for a song link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpbbuaIA3Ds 

I thought that this tombstone was really cool and artistic. It's really, really old (1849-1908). So I decided to be artsy and take a picture of it. 

Again, this is one of many attempts to be artsy.

Apparently I Work at Staples...

All I needed was a pencil. Being the most commonly used writing tool, I (of course) could not find one anywhere and decided to just go buy a pack of my own. I went right after school, so I was wearing a red polo shirt and khaki pants. You see where this is going. Walking around the store for an hour (you'd think I had the brain capacity to easily find a wooden stick), about 10 different customers pestered me with questions like, "Excuse me? Where is the bathroom?" and "Can you please point me to where the pushpins are?" I told these people the following: 1. I am NOT a Staples employee. 2. I can't even find a pencil in this store, let alone pushpins or the bathroom. Nine out of the ten people apologized and left me alone. One woman accused me of lying about not being a Staples employee and made a fuss about it (there's always the one crazy woman). That was my cue to leave.

Told You That It Would Be Random

Yes, just yes. This is awkward because it doesn't look random because there are two teenager posts in a row. I apologize if this made some sort of dramatic impact on your life as you know it.

Random Teenager Post Craze

Everyone has seen them. Mainly on Tumblr, these Teenager Posts basically make me feel less weird than I actually am (this is called denial, children). No matter who you are, what you do, or how you act, at least ONE of these posts does in fact apply to you. If you disagree, you're lying. I know you're lying. I actually 100% guarantee that you're lying, so don't try to fool anyone. Starting today, I will post one of these Teenager Posts at the most random times that you could imagine.

This post says it all. When you're taking part in a supposedly somber and serious event, you're really supposed to be quiet, sit down and not speak unless you're spoken to. Unfortunately, I have no self control at all. Enough said.