Inspired by Bianca's post at her cute blog, Goodnight Little Spoon.
You can hop overto see where this kind of post originally started, too.
- Posts like this help my guarded self to remember that it feels pretty awesome to be incredibly truthful here and not worry about what anybody will think about it. Also, I feel like this will push me back into some kind of post-vacation blogging groove. :) Fingers crossed!
- I used to look like this, at some point. At the grade 3 point.
This is like the most unflattering school photo ever! Don't we all have one?
- It's hard to see here, but up until Grade 8 or so, I had super-crooked front teeth. Like, almost in a V shape. I'm 27 and I've had my braces off for more than 10 years, but every few months my teeth still naturally decide to go back to that on their own and I have to sneak my retainer in before bed as my husband giggles. lol. Ugh! And, ouch. Teeth-moving-back seriously hurts!
- I really do think my mom's handmade outfits are super-cute (see above). In fact, when I wore this, I felt pretty fly - yellow fabric with pink strawberries and monkeys on it? Yeah! Best. Ever. I love you, early '90's. :)
- I got 99% on my Art History final exam last year in Uni. For reals.
Is that even possible?!?
- I would be ashamed of my blatant nerdiness, but I got a lil scholarship this year, so I'm pretty crazy proud. I'm so happy working my butt off this year and reading textbooks into the wee night hours paid off! Also, I like to think it's not that obvious that I'm nerdy, but my husband would beg to differ when I pull out my crocheting on, say, the beach. lol...
- Rainboots don't fit me. Why, you're asking? Because I guess I have gargantuan calf muscles. They've always been big, those legs of mine (ballet dancing and bike riding and walking are to blame, I guess?), but I've always been able to slouch boots below them and make it work. Rainboots don't slouch. They are my foe. I'm going to sink and buy some cheap rubber ones soon and cut them below my calves with an X-acto knife. lol. I'm that sick of wet feet in this rainy city, and cute colorful boots not fitting.
- We came home to our roomate having planted his garden in the exact spots we mentioned we'd love to plant a garden. Ugh. Thanks, guy. I'm going to ask him nicely if we can move the two small plants he put in a very large sunny section. If he says no, I'm afraid I will either pull them out madly and fling them across the yard, or dig my own garden in a spot which entirely cuts his access to those plants on purpose. lol.
- In cases like that, above (you know - confrontation) it's a good thing I'm a bit timid with people I don't know so that I naturally say something polite in place of what I really want to say (which - in my head - is usually not so nice). Whew! This, however, makes public speaking pretty treacherous for me. And any speaking a bit nerve-wracking.
- Speaking of public speaking, I had to memorize a three line very small poem to recite in front of my English class this year, and I get so nervous talking in front of a group that I completely flubbed it and embarrassed myself by attempting it multiple times. Worse: the poem was printed behind me so the whole class could see. Even worse: It caused me to shut up and not say another word for the whole presentation. Even even worse: I think people started talking to me post-presentation a bit more because my soul was bared in that moment. lol. Everybody was really nice for the rest of class. Not sure if I'm okay with that.
- Spelling mistakes drive me bonkers! Especially there, their, and they're. But really, all of them. If I see one, it immediatley distracts me from everything else I'm supposed to be looking at. Argh! Even my own! Like, for example, is that how you spell immediatley? Immediatly?
Kay, now my soul is a little bit more out there. :)
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