Okay, I don't hate him. But let me tell you how this started. When I was a senior in high school I saw him in concert with Third Day. I just saw him because I was there to see Mac Powell, one of the many people I love enough to become a Mormon-esque second wife of. I LOVE Mac Powell.
But Michael W. Smith looked ridiculous. His jeans were painted on, and he was wearing these weird tube-sock looking arm warmers like he was trying to be 20 again. And I just said, Whatev, Michael W. Smith, you are not 20. And I don't really like you.
So then last semester I went to his church one Sunday where he's the worship leader/pastor (which I didn't know you could do) and he totally PHONED IT IN. I'm not even kidding, he looked like he didn't give a flip about being there.
And every time I see a commercial with him in it now, he looks SO BORED. Everything he's advertised in being, he looks like he would rather be anywhere but where he is. Does he think he's too good for this kind of thing because he's semi-legendary? I just don't get it, and it annoys me.
Anyway, in other news, I am the most awkward conversationalist ever, especially when it comes to boys. Seriously. I cannot speak to them without saying something really dumb, and instead of just walking away, I say something else to try to cover it up, which is also dumb, and occasionally insulting. I pile these idiotic, awkward phrases on top of each other until this alarm goes off in my brain that's like "Just get out of there, both engines are down and the rear thrusters are on fire" and I make my exit like "Okaygreatwellseeyoulaterhaha..."
Which I don't get. I mean sure, I may be a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. In fact, in normal conversation, sometimes I'm pretty clever and witty. Ugh, whatever, I hate myself.
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