Friday, January 28, 2011

Oddity

In college, a roommate called me Sally when I got hyper – she is my crazy second half – almost like another being. She hikes up her pants, walks kinda funny, and always wants ice cream. Her dancing skills are pretty awesome as well, but they would never land her on “So You Think You Can Dance” and if anything they would be considered the “William Hungs” of the dancing world.

Then there is fat girl. Fat girl…well she just loves food – mostly chocolate. She finally surfaced when one day pumpkin bread was out of this world and she had to declare it with a mouth full. This doesn’t discredit that she had always been there before…you can find that evidence in fat girl’s description on her friend’s wedding program. That’s right – FG is the friend that shares in your common love of food and that is what makes your friendship special. I will never let Becca forget how she exposed fat girl in such a public light. It has taken her a while to recover.

Also, I may lean towards compulsive organization. For instance, my closet is arranged in a color-coating manner. It doesn’t have to be exact shades in order, but it sure does follow closely. Or maybe the fact that I rearranged all the plates and glasses in my kitchen cabinets because it made better sense “that” way…does that even make sense?

I know I’m weird at times.
I become really sarcastic when I first meet guys…my nervous syndrome…but maybe they would never know and only think that I was a little who-knows-what
I am protective of my baking creations – I have a hard time letting you come near them and helping me. Please just let me ice the cookies because I’ll make them look really cute and you won’t. Ouch, I’m mean.
I really like to sing, but I will never sing in front of you unless I feel like I’m being drowned out by other people or instruments.
I am pretty (very) emotional, but I’ve been told I’m come across as laid back.
I organize how I pack my stuff – my sister will tell you it’s unreal and to stay away from me during this time.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I’m weird, but because I think all of this isn’t that odd to begin with. Fingers crossed.

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