So I’m not that witty. I won’t lie and say I am. Sure, I have my moments, but typically… I’m just that girl who sits there with tons of thoughts swirling in her head but the only things that manage to pop out are yes’m or yessir and please and thank you. Despite those shortcomings, though, I find myself rather interesting.
Let me begin with an interesting story. Today, the doorbell rang. Feeling rather giddy on account of my lack of sleep [7 girls spending the night? Yeah. Giddy is a nice way to describe the after-shock feeling], I pranced to the door and threw it open… only to discover it was some AT&T guy looking for my dad. No biggie, you think. But then… you look at me. Because I have just gotten home from church and am wearing a fancy dress. And my hair is rather disheveled [no shower last night. People over, remember?]. And there’s some random glitter on me. But the biggest thing? I’m wearing a tutu. Yes. A fluffy white tutu over all that. So, being my charming, tutu wearing self, I invited the man inside.
Our house was a mess. 15 people over for dinner the night before. Yes, I had a party. It was for my birthday. And now I’m standing before this man who has probably learned to judge people greatly [because of his years in the business on going over to random people’s houses] wearing a tutu, very glitter-fied, in a messy house, and you know what I feel like? Those chicks from that show on MTV or something about prissy, bratty, spoiled girls and their
sweet sixteen parties. Because yes, I happened to be holding an iPhone4 at that moment, too.
But I’m not like that. Honestly. That’s the farthest thing from who I really am. Although the tutu thing isn’t that far off… I do enjoy tutus. I’ve been doing ballet since I was… 2? 4? It’s been a long time. I play guitar [classical. Cause I’m a classy person says my BFFL ;)] and I babysit. I’m a good student [except for math. Math… just… it’s math.] and I have a great family. I tutor once a week, enjoy speaking Español, and I
do did swim team… back in the fall. More to come on all that later. For now, we’ll let the tutu story that isn’t actually my story do the talking.
*As I began to write this post, a lightbulb above my head burnt out. Is that like a great idea leaving your head? Is this some kind of ominous foreshadowing? Eh. I guess it’s best not to dwell on that. Life is lived in the present… right?
**I promise that by calling this post un-witty, I was not trying to be witty.
***I also promise that the above line- and this one, as well- are not supposed to be witty, either.
****4 hours later, AT&T person is still here. Really, Daniel? [Daniel equals AT&T guy.]