(If you’re not reading my blog title to yourself in a Jackee Harry voice, then you’re not doing it right.)
I’ve been really bad about posting lately, but my lovely friend Amber over at Ambergontrail (Hi Amber!) gave me a little blog award
and asked me to share seven things about myself that most people may not know. So here goes nothing!
Here we go!
1) I posed for some cheesecake photos last year. My friend Jack was starting to build a portfolio of his photography, so I volunteered to model. This was a really huge thing for me because it involved partial nudity and I had issues with body image left over from my accident. The best way I can describe it to someone else is that, kind of like being anorexic, my own conception about how I looked had been really distorted by the fact that I had been so sickly. Immediately after the accident, I would actively avoid looking at myself in the mirror because I didn’t want to have to see how gross I looked. However, the experience ended up really good for me. I felt more comfortable in my own skin and I got to see myself more objectively. Would do it again in a heartbeat.
2) The year after I finished school was the most depressing year of my life. I was never really the popular and pretty chick, but I was good at school, so I always worked really hard to get attention that way. In high school, I won the photography and senior English awards. In college, I won a CALL writing award for one of my short stories, a Southam Magazine Writing Award and a Columbia School of Journalism Award for articles I wrote and I was one of the youngest editors ever of the third year Journalism review. In fact, the edition of the magazine I edited went on to win the Golden Apple Award at the 2003 Columbia Journalism Conference in New York. But then, after I graduated from college, with honours of course, no one would hire me. I went to interview after interview being rejected and it made me feel like crap. I mean who wants to think of themselves as washed up at 20? So I started to do some destructive things like smoke pot on a semi-regular basis and date horrible (well . . . horribler?) guys. It took me almost a year to snap out of it and shortly thereafter, I met my husband. But man, not happy times for a while there.
3) I love my cat, but I really also secretly want a dog too because I love animals so much. I want to get a mini Schnauzer puppy and give him a distinguished older gentleman name that will suit his little mustachioed face. (Yes, I am a dork, but that is something you probably already knew if you read this blog.)
4) I actually really love horror movies. Not creepily graphic torture porn movies, because I think those are gross, but like plot centric horror movies where there’s a good story/mystery to it. I used to have this tradition with a friend of mine that we would have sleepover nights where we watched one horror movie and one ‘80s teen movie and we would see which was scarier. Our first double bill was The Breakfast Club and The Exorcist. The Exorcist won and is still one of my most feared movies.
5) Back when I was younger and single, I found dating kind of difficult. I think this had a lot to do with the fact that I grew up being friends with guys and I always had a very straightforward attitude when talking to them. So when I got to dating age, I thought I could just continue to do that. However, I didn’t realize that a lot of dudes are expecting this kind of coy, reserved attitude from girls and that my three-pronged attack of:
1) “I think you’re cute”;
2) “I like you”;
3) “Let’s go make out”;
would be kind of a disaster. I remember back when I was in the 10th grade, there was this guy I really liked. We were friends and we’d flirt and occasionally he’d walk me to my locker etc. So after about a year and a half, I just got freakin’ impatient and decided I couldn’t wait anymore for things to happen, so I called him up and told him that I liked him. He was stunned into silence for a minute before he stuttered out something like “Oh, that’s nice, thank you” and got the hell off the phone. Eventually, I learned to be a little more subtle, but for a while, it was kind of a trial and error process.
6) Any time I get really bored with my looks or any time I am going through a situation of emotional turmoil, I will dye my hair. I do not know why I do this, but it’s like some sort of instinct/defense mechanism.
7) When I was a kid, a bunch of my friends were in Brownies so I begged my mom to go to Brownies too. But when I actually went to Brownies, I discovered it was kind of annoying. I didn’t give a damn about earning badges or making friendship bracelets or selling cookies and I really wasn’t a joiner, so mostly, I just sat there being bored. I remember one badge earning day, one of the mothers who chaperoned our group (I think they were called owls or something?) got annoyed with me and basically bullied me through a braiding test so I would earn a badge. I quit Brownies shortly thereafter (and I still don’t really remember how to braid).
Now I am supposed to tag people I think deserve this award, so for fun, I’m tagging: