My nerdiness peaked in middle school. I was scrawny with gangley limbs. I had the big, purple framed glasses. I had the gross, dry lips that kids get with braces. My hair was LITERALLY the color of dirty dish water. My favorite (and probably worn multiple times a week) pants were lime green plaid, that yes, I had made myself.
I was bad. We are talking the epitome of dorkiness, people.
Add to the already bleak equation a gorgeous, popular older sister who all the guys were in love with.
To say I craved attention would be the understatement of the century. In an attempt to get some attention, I did something unspeakable. I am pretty sure I have never actually admitted this to anyone.
The yearbook contest for the "bests" of the year was in full swing. We had a few days to sift through the masses of our grade, and determine whose eyes truly were the best, whose lips formed the best smile, etc. Which 2 people in 7th grade had the best sense of style. It was a tense time in Lansing Middle School!
I desperately wanted to win something, anything. I knew the chances were slim. I needed to take things into my own hands. Somehow, I managed to score a couple extra ballots and went to work. I put my name down for EVERYTHING! I even remember trying to change up my handwriting on each one, so no one knew it was me. Then I nonchalantly stuffed them into the ballot box.
I thought I had succeeded, and was sure I was a shoo in for at least one award. Imagine my surprise when a few days later, one of the popular girls on the year book staff pulls out a few of my ballots at the lunch table, sets them out for everyone to see and everyone looks at me for an explanation.
I freeze, terrified as I realize my blunder. I don't know why I thought the ballots would be a secret. Somehow, in all my sneaky ways, I didn't realize it would be my peers that would be counting the votes!
I believe I muttered something about having some sort of creepy stalker, which I am certain no one believed when they saw the shade of red that my face had turned.
So why am I admitting this now?
It is so my friend Haley knows how truly honored I feel that she awarded me the Stylish blogger award. Thanks Haley!
And so here are the rules:
- Thank the person who gave you the award
- Share 7 facts about yourself
- Award 7 new bloggers with the award (and comment/tweet them so they know they've won!)
1. I can't lie. It's not that I don't ever have the urge to lie, just the inability. My face turns red, I sweat, I stutter, I can't make eye contact. I guess in the long run it is a good thing, but boy, it would come in handy sometimes (refer to above story).
2. I can never get myself to look like I want. Does that make sense? When I am getting ready I have an image in my mind of what I want to look like, and the end result is always just a little off.
3. I have to drive with my hands at 10 and 2:00. Sometimes I can relax if I am in a small town, on a side road, with no other cars in sight. However, as soon as another car comes into view, its right back to 10 and 2. Jared says I look like I am going through drivers ed. The other week I threw out my shoulder driving in bad weather because I was so tense. THREW OUT MY SHOULDER...what am I, 82 years old?!?!?!
4. I struggle to wear heels. I hate it, because I love heels. I think they are cute, and make legs look amazing, but I look like I am walking on stilts if I wear them.
5. I don't know what I look like. Like I will see someone and ask Jared if she looks like me (because in my mind she does), and he looks at me like I am crazy. I don't know how it is possible, I see myself everyday...
6. I am positive I have ADD. No, really, I think I do. I have to focus really hard on listening to what people say to really hear them. I also start talking, then forget what I am saying, or go off on another tangent alot. It makes me an awkward conversationalist sometimes. Either I am too focused on what you are saying to think of a response, or I am just speaking jibberish and not making any sense. I wonder if you can take Ritalin while nursing?
7. I want lots of kids. Like tons of them. I don't want to be pregnant that much though. I am thinking about having quadruplets a couple of times, then calling it good. Great plan, right?
I will now pass the award on, I hope you appreciate it as much as I do (without an embarrassing story to back up your gratitude : )
1. Brooke M.
2. Ami M.
3. Adriane R.
4. Sheena R.
5. Jacquie B.
6. Lori F.
7. Cynda J.
(some of you I didn't do because you are doing a challenge where you have already done facts about yourself)
Good luck, friends!