In lieu of actual, organized blogging, I draw inspiration from my old friend Karoline's blog. I used to do self statements in my old blog all the time --
And holy shit, on a whim, I just found my old blog, it still exists and I am SO EMBARRASSED of that thing. I must find out how to remove it immediately lest someone I don't know and may wanna know some day finds it.... LOL. (And no, I'm not telling you where it is. I worked very hard at the time to hide it and back then, circa 2002-2004, I was still quite the little amateur hacker.)
-- ANYWAY, before that shocking realization (yikes!), as I was saying: self statements. I find them kind of cathartic. You never know what will come out and because you have to write about yourself. For as many bullet points as you can. Once I got up to 100 of them. And as self-serving as blogs are, it's actually a good way to AVOID yourself sometimes. Self statements are blunt, quick, true facts about me.
01. I am between sizes right now and it, literally, makes me cry. My clothes are all too big and it's more uncomfortable than you'd think. And the next size down is too tight. Frustration is actually the #1 thing that brings me to tears.
02. I don't read enough. I'm in a book club and it requires about a book a month, but I am capable of reading more than that and there's so much I want to read. I don't know how to better motivate myself.
03. A couple months ago, I decided to write a book. No joke. I got a prologue and a chapter out and every now and then jot down a few thoughts. It comes to me sporadically and when it does, I get excited and feel sort of liberated by it.
04. I have the highest regard and respect for teachers. I can name every teacher in my past that made an impact on me - positive or negative. Like my fourth grade teacher who hit me across the face with my blue notebook for mouthing off and my twelfth grade English teacher (who I am friends with on Facebook!) that taught me everything I ever needed to know about writing.
05. The fact that gay people cannot get married in every state in this country is completely absurd to me. And that people think homosexuals are lesser citizens is patently ridiculous to me. And I HATE when people tell me I'm not allowed to get that upset because I'm not gay. I mean, I can get REALLY passionate about this. I've donated money to the cause (I'm broke and I NEVER donate to political causes) and I've marched for it and dressed for it. I've made myself sick just thinking about it too much. And I'll shutup about this now -- oh, but first I'll tell you to check out the #ItGetsBetter project, which is amazing: click here and/or here.
06. This song is currently making me smile (even though I am one of the "crazy girls") and this song is a close second. I'm all about the cheesy feel-good music right now.
07. I don't care who you are. The Harry Potter series kicks the Twilight series' ASS. Books AND movies. You cannot argue with me on this. It's fact. Also, just FYI, I am still really enjoying the Percy Jackson series.
08. When the "Hawaii 5-0" theme song comes on (like it did a couple minutes ago), I bounce my head and sort of shimmy my shoulders. It's an involuntary reaction. Don't judge me.
09. I'm 31 years old. I never make my bed, I sleep with like five pillows and a large stuffed animal, and I'm totally afraid of the dark. You should totally judge me.
10. I hate my hair. It's true. I've suffered from dry scalp for years and years. The color, which I used to love, is now turning gray ((sigh)) and it's basically a frizzy mess unless I spend an hour or more styling it. It's hours and hours of my lie, not to mention countless dollars, I'll never get back in the name of good hair. I shake my fist at you, hair. (P.S. I really need to have it done. Am thinking of getting it cut, colored and blown out Saturday. In case you were curious.)
This entry is is dedicated to Judy.
