TIHIF (Autocorrect)

This is how I feel when autocorrect is getting all up in my grill:

This is how I feel being home and eating cereal for the first time in 2 years:

This is how I feel when I’m with a crazy driver but too scared to say anything:

This is how I feel after seeing a movie I thought would be terrible but it was pretty good:

I feel that this is why some guys really just hate neckties:

This is how I feel going through my old physics notes:

This is how I feel when conversation degenerates while skyping:

TIHIF (F Chord)

This is how I feel about “participation” awards:

This is how I feel, occasionally, when I am introduced to new music:

This is how I feel hanging out in a family ward:

This is how I feel when I’m driving and shotgun tries to change the music:

This is how I feel trying to master the F chord on guitar:

This is how I want to feel tracting on my mission:

This is how I feel when the missionaries are over for dinner and they keep wanting to talk and I keep wanting them to leave:

TIHIF (Serving Size)

This is how I feel at Kneaders and I’m deciding which dessert to get:

This is how I feel every time I meet someone with the last name of Fox:

This is how I feel during ‘joke time’ when there is that pause that every knows:

This is how I feel when I try cooking on a new stove:

This is how I feel when I eat a whole thing of Oreos on my own and then I look at the serving size:

This is how I feel when I do a lap around the track in my ‘gazelle mode’:

This is how I feel sometimes when I try new food:

TIHIF (Coupons)

This is how I feel as the Carrier of Coupons:

This is how I feel when my leg falls asleep and it starts to wake up:

This is how my friends feel when I bring home Cold Stone Ice-Cream:

This is how I feel when a guy surprises me with a lift while swing dancing:

This is how I feel when I try and talk to boys:

This is how I feel when a song I really like comes on and someone changes it:

This is how I feel when I successfully tackle someone: 

(Supremely satisfied)

TIHIF (Stuck)

This is how I feel when I try and explain a complicated problem to a friend, but they see it for what it really is:

This is how I feel when I’m in the backseat of a car and someone encroaches on my leg space:

This is how I feel when someone keeps on touching when I am not okay with that:

This is how I feel during monsoon season in Arizona:

This is how I feel seeing him being happy with her:

This is how I feel when a math professor asks if anyone is stuck on this subject:

This is how I feel when I finally get a windows game to play on my mac:

TIHIF (Sniper)

This is how I feel when I’m in a debate, but I realize they only want to argue:

This is how I feel when the boy I like is talking to another girl:

This is how I feel playing Minecraft 90% of the time:

This is how I feel when all the girl friends want to have a Facebook Stalk-Off:

This is how I feel playing Halo and I never ever notice the snipers:

This is how I feel at the end of a game of ‘keep-away’:

This is how I feel when I see the waiter bringing out a tray and I’m pretty sure it’s my food:

TIHIF (Breakfast)

This is how I feel when someone starts throwing around numbers and letters when talking about guns:

This is how I feel when someone asks if I would stay home from my mission for a boy:

This is how I imagine I’ll feel after two years of no college in my first semester back:

This is how I feel when someone tells me it is 100 degrees with 80% humidity:

This is how I feel when I say an obscure reference and a stranger gets it:

This is how I feel trying soccer for the first time since elementary school:

This is how I feel when I see leftover pizza the morning after: