Isn't it cute? I've always wanted a skunk to give me the thumbs up!! :D
As these things go, here is one thing that I love about myself. (It's a love/hate thing, really).
I'm so doggone smiley!
I can't NOT smile, especially if I'm put on the spot or something, which is fun but embarrassing at the same time sometimes. I can't play Malarky because I SUCK at lying, and yes, Lady Gaga, you CAN read my poker face because it's non-existent. I've never been able to pull off the pouty, come-and-get-me pictures that some girls can do, I just end up looking like a dork. Quick story---
When I was ten or so (and when I thought I had a snowball's chance in hell of dancing--I'm not coordinated at all) I performed with a small dance group for a basketball game. Just after that the high school's show choir came out and you know how they sometimes pick some unsuspecting sucker to sit in a chair so they can dance around and sing to her? Yeah, they picked ME. I was so mortified!!! And pretty upset actually, I felt like an idiot while these high school boys danced around in their red shirts and sang about some sappy loviness or other. But I COULD NOT STOP SMILING!!! And that made it even worse because I wasn't HAPPY!! Gah. Oh well. C'est moi! I really do love this about myself. Just thought I'd throw the story in there!
As for passing on the award love (the hardest part because I follow so many awesome blogs), I'm awarding:
These ladies are all awesome! Go check out their blogs!!!
This is a double post. Ahem, now for Juliana Brandt's Twitter Dialogue Bloghop!!! (I know it's longer than I usually post! I'll understand if you don't want to read the whole thing!!) Juliana's spiel is that we have to have dialogue between characters, and each entry has to be a twitter entry (140 characters or less).
My characters are: @Controlling Father, @Manipulated Girl, @Stalker Boy
@Controlling Father: I got a call from Mrs. Abernathy.
@Manipulated Girl: *groans*
@Controlling Father: I assume you know what we discussed.
@Manipulated Girl: It won’t happen again.
@Controlling Father: Harvard isn’t lenient. They won’t be impressed with mediocrity.
@Manipulated Girl: I studied, Daddy. I just got distracted.
@Controlling Father: I think it’s time we got you into that learning center.
@Manipulated Girl: I don’t need private tutoring!
@Controlling Father: And any TV or pleasure-reading needs to be cut until this improves.
@Manipulated Girl: A lot of good that does. Seen me watch TV or read lately?
@Controlling Father: C is unacceptable. I want more for you than a farmer’s life.
@Manipulated Girl: So do I! But you can’t just—
@Controlling Father: I’m your father, and you will respect my wishes as long as you’re under this roof.
@Manipulated Girl: Maybe I don’t want to be under this roof anymore! *stomps off* *slams door*
@Stalker Boy: Hi, Shay.
@Manipulated Girl: What are you doing here? I’m serious. The stalking has got to stop.
@Stalker Boy: I came by to help you.
@Manipulated Girl: Help me. Sure.
@Stalker Boy: You okay?
@Manipulated Girl: I just want to hide somewhere. To stop existing.
@Stalker Boy: You don’t know what you’re saying.
@Manipulated Girl: I can’t do it anymore. I hate my life!
@Stalker Boy: I can take you away from it all.
@Manipulated Girl: What’s that supposed to mean?
@Stalker Boy: Come with me. No, don’t look back. Just come.
@Manipulated Girl: *scoffs* And go where?
@Stalker Boy: Does it matter? At least we’ll be away from here.
@Manipulated Girl: I…I can’t.
@Stalker Boy: *pauses* I didn’t want to have to do this.
@Manipulated Girl: Do what-- *screams* What have you done?
@Stalker Boy: You hated your life, Shay. Now you don’t have to worry about it. Now you don’t have to worry about anything.
@Manipulated Girl: No! *door slams* Dad? Daddy?
@Stalker Boy: He’s not here. You got your wish. You don’t exist.
@Manipulated Girl: It can’t be. *panics*
@Stalker Boy: Come on. It’s time to go home.
@Manipulated Girl: This is my home!
@Stalker Boy: Not anymore, it isn’t.