why does this ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?

So yesterday was...well, sort of boring/interesting. I ran errands with my father and sister, yeah, yeah, I could tell you that we went to REI and L.L. Bean but you would die of boredom.

Afterwards I was kicking around my house, watching La Cage Aux Folles, when my sister invited some of her friends over. They made toffee bars, and then sat in her room hanging out. I said hi, chatted for a while (Are Tom Brady and Gisele actually getting married? Does anyone care? etc.) and then went to my room to take a shower.

I put some music on (David Bowie, because you CLEARLY care so much, I know), and am bopping around to "Modern Love". Seriously, who doesn't like that song? Things are actually kind of fun.

Until Brendan stomps down the hall and opens the door to yell at me. I turn around, surprised, because do you know what I am wearing? Of course not, so I will tell you. A zebra-print and pink bra. That is all.

There was a LONG awkward moment, which wasn't really that long but as far as I was concerned it was an ETERNITY. For some reason I couldn't even crouch or duck behind my closet door or whatever. I was just kind of...frozen. I will take this opportunity to mention that I have as much chance of fancying Brendan as Paris Hilton has of becoming a professor of astrophysics at CalTech. I would only hook up with the guy under extreme circumstances. By which I mean he would be the last man on Earth, own a pink Cadillac, have discovered Proactiv and lost 10 pounds. Just a thought. Not to slam him, he's a nice guy and all, just thought I'd point it out.

I had a really hard time making eye contact with him when I saw him again later (I also have this problem with a dude who saw me in the shower two months ago. Hmm.)

Maybe I will wear headphones next time.