FlirtsWithDisaster's blog

My butt is the size of a third world country. My nose looks like a mushroom. My thighs are making the earth quake.
These are just some of the thoughts that enter my mind upon catching a glimpse of the paper-thin, absolutely gorgeous women in whatever magazine I happen to be trifling through that day.

I'm sorry. Really. I am.
When I started this blog, (which wasn't that long ago,) I admit, I started it for the whole "Scholarship!!!" background. It popped up on FastWeb! I liked to write, I decided it would be a fun thing to do. Fun, and the fact that my dad was already jumping down my throat about doing scholarships.

Sometimes I'm absolutely sick and tired of overprotective girlfriends. Really. Who needs them?
I'm friends with your boyfriend. I don't like him. I love him, but in a "you actually get me, you're intellectual, and you're hilarious," type of way. Not a "I want you to read my soul and run your hands through my hair," type of way.

It was a windy, dreary Monday afternoon when I finally gave in to the pitiless yearning in the depths of my stomach.
He was standing a few inches away from my locker with a couple of his friends, tilting his head back with a genuine laugh that, upon hearing, would brighten anyones day.

When looking back into my childhood, the first thing I can recall is sitting in a dark arena, watching ice skaters dressed in Disney costumes speed along the ice as if they were flying. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn mixed with the anticipation of the night had my stomach bursting with butterflies, and as I sat in the green, cushiony seat I couldn't help but bounce and smile.

I've been having THE weirdest dreams lately. Actually, they're nightmares -- which I haven't experienced in as long as I can remember.
There are two that are distinct in my mind, and the second one is recurring.

It's one of those days again. And "by one of those days" I mean, well... it could be better.
I don't mean to sound like Eeyore, or maybe I do?
First of all, I have to both recognize and admit that all of my problems stem from not taking initiative of my life. But there are only so many hours in a day!

I'm not sure if anyone knows this about me, but I'm a huge sucker for music. It helps me vent, I basically have a song for every emotion I experience. Music helps me cope. I listen to it as much as humanly possible, and I LOVE discovering new music that I haven't heard before.