I'll Show You Mine
I'm all about borrowing ideas lately, and this one was inspired by this post at This Fish Needs a Bicycle.My apartment is an atrocious mess and has been for at least six months.* I can go entire days without drinking anything that isn't caffeinated. I type somewhere around ninety words per minute. My enjoyment of brain-rotting reality television (read: The Girls Next Door) is incongruous when one considers that I am an educated adult.
There is a part of me who wants to be "that girl." You know her; the one who makes out with boys when she drinks - or when she doesn't - and commands the attention of a room. I know that when I was student teaching, I was the hot teacher in the high school. I am attempting to stop drinking Dr. Pepper again. While I've chosen to embrace being a fairly pale person, I know that I will be the chick who gets skin cancer.
I don't love really loud, crowded bars. I do love my cats more than most people that I know. If I had a time machine and could go to any time period, I would want to go hang out with Anne Boleyn. I'm alternately drawn to and repulsed by chick lit. I got diamond earrings after graduation (May 17th) and haven't removed them from my ears since. I want to know more about politics, but I lack the follow through to learn.
I have wanted to grab customers at Giant Bookstore by the shoulders and shake them for being ignorant/annoying/condescending/fucking rude. I'm the heaviest I've ever been and it's starting to effect my self-confidence, although I am remarkably good, I think, at faking it. I have a teensy, innocent crush on my slightly older, married-with-two-kids co-worker. I desperately want to find the inspiration and time to get the novel that's floating around my brain onto paper.
Your turn.**
*Quiet, please, Bradshaw.
**This means share via comments, people.
Labels: everyday musings, my insanity
posted by nicalyse @ 9:57 AM
2 Comments:
There really is nothing weird about me that I can think of that you don't already know. Really. If I think of anything, I'll get back to you.
Since my first one wasn't good enough, I've racked my brain.
One of my favorite treats is a homegrown tomato sandwich, two slices of bread, miracle whip, and tomato.
Every once in a while I feel guilty about my lifestyle. Not for any religious reason, but because I don't want my grandparents to be disappointed.
I still miss my belly button ring.
I sometimes wonder if I've already met "The One" even if I really don't believe in it. I wonder more often if I've already pushed him away.
I only claim a few step-siblings as actual siblings. The rest get the "step" added in front of their names.
I graduated college on my grandma's birthday.
There you go.
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