I just know there are other girls out there like me...remove the paper bags from your heads and hide no longer!
I'm not one of those girls who wakes up looking cute. I wake up with bloodshot eyes, greasy hair, and pungent breath. The expression on my face makes it appear as if the whole idea of consciousness has left me floundering and that daylight is the stuff of nightmares.
I don't have cute pajamas. I don't usually even sleep in real pajamas, and when I do, I have two options: look like a 10 year old whose cloudy PJs have outgrown their night sky or Mrs. Claus. Both are so warm they're only suitable for the warmest of winter nights, and even then I wake up looking like it sprinkled rain above my bed (this is fitting since people sometimes compare me to Eeyore).
I don't dress well. That's an understatement. I find tshirts trendy and tennis shoes edgy. My idea of a "going out" outfit is remarkably similar to my "working out" outfit. I live by my own rule: "Comfort is stylish."
I have terrible taste in movies. I could spend all day watching Disney movies, Pride & Prejudice, and anything involving magic.
Occasionally, I also use 'movie night' as a sort of performance--the more lines of a movie I can mouth, the better my performance (top scoring performances based on a self-rating scale are Harry Potters 1 & 2 and Ever After).
I gurgle. I attempt to burp, but I can't. The resulting noise is how I imagine a frog with indigestion would sound.
I hum and fidget when nervous, uncomfortable, bored, and daydreaming. This accounts for ~90% of my conscious life.
I have a nervous laugh that will send shivers down your spine and your feet rushing to the other side of the street.
I sweat...rather a lot sometimes. And it smells.
If you playfully punch me, I'll probably return it way too hard (I still don't know my own strength).
When I try on blazers, I don't look business casual; I look like I'm getting down to business...mafia type business. Multiple people have asked me what team I play [football] for. I turn blazers into blitz-ers.
I make terrible jokes. And laugh at them.
I trip on my own feet and sometimes choke on my spit.
I can't concentrate when the volume is set to an odd number unless that odd number is 5.
I've been told that my laugh sometimes makes me sound like a turkey. ..'cute' is not the first word that comes to mind when I hear a turkey.
I barely wear makeup and rarely do my hair. My hair expands in humidity and curls with a mind of its own. I should wear a bag over my head when it rains...also when it's snowing, the sun is shining, etc.
I smile and giggle to myself more frequently than is normal...or so I hear (from real, live people, don't worry).
When I concentrate hard, people ask me 1 of 2 questions: "Why are you mad?" or "Why does your face look dumb?"
My idea of flirting is avoiding eye contact.
When I take my tennis shoes off, the stench will burn the hairs right out of your nose.
I hop into the bathroom just to make dumb faces in the mirror.
I find an alarming amount of likenesses between Shrek and I, though I'm more of a peachy/blindingly white blend of skin tones rather than green.
I don't have cute pajamas. I don't usually even sleep in real pajamas, and when I do, I have two options: look like a 10 year old whose cloudy PJs have outgrown their night sky or Mrs. Claus. Both are so warm they're only suitable for the warmest of winter nights, and even then I wake up looking like it sprinkled rain above my bed (this is fitting since people sometimes compare me to Eeyore).
I don't dress well. That's an understatement. I find tshirts trendy and tennis shoes edgy. My idea of a "going out" outfit is remarkably similar to my "working out" outfit. I live by my own rule: "Comfort is stylish."
I have terrible taste in movies. I could spend all day watching Disney movies, Pride & Prejudice, and anything involving magic.
Occasionally, I also use 'movie night' as a sort of performance--the more lines of a movie I can mouth, the better my performance (top scoring performances based on a self-rating scale are Harry Potters 1 & 2 and Ever After).
I gurgle. I attempt to burp, but I can't. The resulting noise is how I imagine a frog with indigestion would sound.
I hum and fidget when nervous, uncomfortable, bored, and daydreaming. This accounts for ~90% of my conscious life.
I have a nervous laugh that will send shivers down your spine and your feet rushing to the other side of the street.
I sweat...rather a lot sometimes. And it smells.
If you playfully punch me, I'll probably return it way too hard (I still don't know my own strength).
When I try on blazers, I don't look business casual; I look like I'm getting down to business...mafia type business. Multiple people have asked me what team I play [football] for. I turn blazers into blitz-ers.
I make terrible jokes. And laugh at them.
I trip on my own feet and sometimes choke on my spit.
I can't concentrate when the volume is set to an odd number unless that odd number is 5.
I've been told that my laugh sometimes makes me sound like a turkey. ..'cute' is not the first word that comes to mind when I hear a turkey.
I barely wear makeup and rarely do my hair. My hair expands in humidity and curls with a mind of its own. I should wear a bag over my head when it rains...also when it's snowing, the sun is shining, etc.
I smile and giggle to myself more frequently than is normal...or so I hear (from real, live people, don't worry).
When I concentrate hard, people ask me 1 of 2 questions: "Why are you mad?" or "Why does your face look dumb?"
My idea of flirting is avoiding eye contact.
When I take my tennis shoes off, the stench will burn the hairs right out of your nose.
I hop into the bathroom just to make dumb faces in the mirror.
I find an alarming amount of likenesses between Shrek and I, though I'm more of a peachy/blindingly white blend of skin tones rather than green.