i've tried to forget them all.

damn charmbag, that was painful to read. i'd offer to help cutting that bitch up, but i think you won't agree with using violence or calling her a bitch, idk.

i took a painting class during my undergrad and it was cool. i was the only non-arts student there but made it very clear i had no idea what i was doing so no one was ever harsh on me. it was only really bad when i had to do a self-portrait and i have no sense of anything so my painting looked totally distorted even though i tried really hard. i was laughing about it, though. the only negative experience was when the prof asked us to choose a contemporary artist and show their work/talk about their life to the classroom for like 10 mins. i chose mark ryden for no real reason other than that buffy painting - i know nothing about modern art. turns out prof hates mark ryden, and thinks his work is all about pedophilia.

someone give me feedback lol



Inspired/copied this

i just remembered the time my high school band covered heavy metal machine for a school music showcase and the supervising teacher stopped us halfway through from the control desk and (through the PA) said hey this song sucks, next

to be fair, it's a pretty crap song, but jeez

oh yeah and this other time at university i had a spoken music theory assessment on sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band (the song, not the album) which i prepared the hell out of and then fucked up by removing the separator pages between my overhead projector slides (remember those?), which meant i couldn't discern between any of them as needed to step the class through the notation

meanwhile this total snob classical musician laughed under her hand the whole time

i had the CD ready to go run through but the slide fuckup made me so nervous that i was just like fuck it i'll play it for you on the piano. after a couple of bars the laughing person piped up again which was basically enough to freeze me to the spot

eventually one of the other students asked a question which let me continue and finish with a small shred of dignity but holy shit. the worst. still can't listen to that song without cringing a little

and this was like the Class. You. Took. if you wanted to be a know-your-shit composition person. most faculty-per-capita of any paper i ever signed up for there

i wish i could remember who saved me that day so i could thank them

Sorry to hear about your bad day Charmbag. I have always struggled with public speaking and being put on the spot with stuff like that.

Mine is related, I was in both marching and concert band and I dreaded the start of the second one because it meant "playing tests". The ones where you have to play solo in front of all of your judging peers.

Most of the time I was okay, I feel like my confidence built upon itself regularly. But I wasn't prepared one afternoon and was called on to play a passage. My tone was quivering and my body was shaking pretty bad and I was fucking up the whole thing and the director just stops me and says "boy, you're shakin' like a leaf."

In my head, I'm like... thanks, I didn't know that. Nobody else knew that. Now we're clear.

And I've had performance anxiety since then. And it makes me uncomfortable to remember that specific instance.

Personally embarassing - believing that this roaming vagrant really did work for the local news station, that his truck had broken down, and "Loaning" him 100 dollars to help him on his way. I let him get in my car, drove him to the ATM, he could have murdered or robbed me easily. I was so naive.

I later have heard friends discuss how freshmen at the University are duped by "TV Truck guy" and how they are idiots, but I've never told them that it happened to me

Yesterday

i keep hoping your avatar blinks

I feel like I'm permanently embarrassed now
Like I'm at school and just ugh I don't understand how to measure objects in three point perspective and I don't want to ask anyone to step me through it. I'm probably gonna be on academic probation as far as my scholarship goes after this term. I'm apologizing constantly for weird things. I'm grossing myself out

Yeah getting hustled by this bullshit charity was my last most embarrassing moment before I moved. For some reason it really stings. I usually refuse to give money to international charities. Was a good rule of thumb.

I once ate 18 frozen waffles still frozen. That's worse than 9 cans of ravioli!

my worst binges all involved 3lb bags of peanut M&Ms.

I made a nice dent in a bag of Dove's raspberry chocolates and then a nice dent in a half of diesel. Throwing up chocolate is the worst.

if you ate healthful foods you wouldn't have to starve yourself just to eat that junk.

LOL

I've purged salads. It makes no difference.

was that a julianalol?

would you puke up the blood of christ? how about a million liquid dollar bills?

:erm:

maybe the most baffling erm of all time.

i spilled the darkest reddest wine on some woman's whitest most glorious dress at a party at which until that point i was just some mute weirdo and spent the rest of the night intermittently apologizing like every 15 minutes to her. she had to change into the host's borrowed pajamas the rest of the night. otherwise all my most embarrasing moments were online or involved eating or being alive.

It's not a revelation that eating disorders are retarded. That's why they're called disorders

The first time I went to someone's house to get smoke back in high school, I ashed the blunt by blowing the ashes off...directly over the ashtray. Got it everywhere....

weren't you arrested for tripping on acid in your front yard, making a scene without wearing pants

But that's not embarrassing cuz I don't remember it!!

And also I was drunk, not tripping. Only alcohol has managed to get me THAT retarded, scarily enough.

I was put on probation after one semester when I fucked everything up. Thought I was doomed but it turned out okay.

It's a rough feeling, being in a hole / but realizing that starting your ascent now means the lowest point is behind you might help.