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!
9 comments:
Hahaha! Wow, thanks so much for doing this! And just so you know, I was nominated Homecoming Queen in high school...after my friends and I filled the entire box with ballots of my name. Talk about desperate for attention. I think we were meant to be friends :)
You are so weird. :D
For the record I would so rather be awkward in highschool and cool now. You are way cooler than me now. So you win.
You are the worst liar in the world. The worst. Who DID IT?!
I drive the same way. Hmm. We must have had the same teacher.
YEAH RIGTH!! YOU HATE MY BLOG... Thats why I didn't win the award. I'm crushed... I might wake up in the morning with puffy eyes!! :) J/K
At any rate that is by far the BEST story of an awkward teen I've ever heard!! I won biggest brownie (brown noser) in high school... Not cool. Oh well.
First off why me? My blog is so boring unoriginal and I haven't posted in like 200 months or so. But I am flattered.
But I think you are pretty cool now. And actually I thought you were pretty cool back then too. You always seemed to get guys even in middle school, unless you were lying to me (which you say you can't lie)
You are one of my very favorite people and I think many people feel the same way I do. I love you!
Also I know I should call and I probably will but you should make a trip to Idaho Falls sometime like in the next two weeks. Why you ask? Um cuz we will be visiting. Anyways I'll call ya or text ya.
Lindsey, you seriously crack me up! Awesome story. I feel your pain with #2 on your list. I do that everyday.
I really enjoyed that post, yo! (And thanks for the nomination...)
I remember those kiddie days of yours - glasses, braces, the "Lindsey run" - but you know what Linds? You were never the Ugly Duckling, but always the Beautiful Swan...you've always been beautiful inside AND out...I think you just never knew it. But that's probably the reason why you're one of the most sweetest, caring, and unselfish people I know. Really.
Loves ya!
OH Lyndz I love you. This post made me laugh and laugh and think how much I miss you. I hope things are going well with your family. we need to catch up soon. oh and I don't have any idea what I look like either, maybe it's a cousin thing but I find myself asking brad that very same question.
I can read any story you post, you have the best way of describing every detail. i would love to see pictures of you in middle school because I don't believe you ever looked that way.
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Had to come comment on your blog... so that you would know that your comment on my Sad Panda post made me cry. You are such an amazing friend, and not once did anything hurtful come out of your mouth. You were so supportive and loving, and I could feel that. Thank you for being my friend. I miss the pants offa you. You're wonderful.
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