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:

TIHIF (Halloween)

Oh, how the seasons change. It's such a lovely time of year, all changing leaves from emerald green, to pumpkin orange, to blood red...

Blood red?

It's time to start decorating.

So that my aunt and uncle's house can turn into this:

Because this is how I feel as we celebrate Halloween:

(my friends never really got it, but my family does)

Because we don't do Halloween half-way.

When we set up the haunted house and a little girl in a pink dress walks up, I feel like:

This is how the haunted house feels:

And when I can get a grown man to feel like:

I feel like:

Happy Halloween!

TIHIF (Blindsided)

This is how I feel when I hear about another friend getting engaged: 

This is how I feel when I go to a club meeting just for the free pizza:

This is how it feels when I have the house to myself for an entire day:

This is how I feel when my mom asks me to hold her bag, but then just walks away:

This is how I feel when I get a massage:

This is how I feel when I try and make new friends:

This is how I feel when I walk into a Bass Pro Shop and go straight to the guns: