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First off, I am so sorry I have been m.i.a. lately! My sweet
baby brother turned the big 2-1 on Tuesday, so we spent a week in the Bahamas to
celebrate! After being Internetless for 80% of the trip I definitely realized
how dependent and boarderline obsessed I am with social media and everything
that comes with it. Please tell me I am not alone! Anyways! The lovely, Danielle from Lou What Wear and Julie, from Julie Leah, have tagged me to tell y’all “5 things” about myself. To keep things light I have picked the most randomly quirky things! Here goes nothing!
Am an majorly ocd when I eat. The rest of my life tends to be the opposite of
ocd, but if you put a plate of food in front of me a switch is flipped. I don’t
know what it is, but every bite has to be perfect before I will eat it. Every.
Single. Bite. Weird, I know! I will deconstruct a sandwich or piece of pizza,
or anything for that matter, just so a little bit of everything from my
plate is in one bite. I would catch my friends watching me eat in my college cafeteria. Haha.
It is that bad. I try to make a conscious effort to relax when I am eating in a
group of people, but then I find myself tearing off a piece of my sandwich
crust just to eat it with another piece of my sandwich so it is the perfect bite. Its ridiculous, let me tell you!
love to sing the backup parts in a song. Not that I know how to carry a tune, but I
pretend I do on occasion. When I do I totally have the oohs and aahs in the
background covered.
was painfully shy as a child, and I mean painfully. When I was little I would
just hang on my mom’s leg and not want to let go, just so I didn’t have to speak to anyone. Somehow my parents talked me into going to a summer camp when
I was around 9, and the first year I went they paired all of the younger girls
up with a “big sister.” I faked sick the night we had to hang out with our big
sisters because I was too shy to talk to her. It’s a wonder I ever made
friends, but somehow I finally came out of my shell! I still have those shy
moments, but I find as I get older the come around less and less.
of me wishes I would’ve gone to beauty school. After going to graduate school right after getting my undergrad I am more clueless than ever
as to what in the world I want to do with my life. One thing I have always
obsessed over, besides clothes, is makeup. I feel like admitting that has such
a girly connotation to it, but whatever. I
love it! Now I am by no means an expert, but sometimes I think I would like to
be! When I have a rough week in school I always find myself saying, “I should
have just gone to beauty school.” Unfortunately, I think my dad would seriously kill
me if I tossed my six years of higher education to the wayside to be a makeup artist.
Maybe I could just get a part time gig at Sephora..
get WAY to emotionally attached to characters in a TV show. Over the past few
years I have become a self-proclaimed TV junkie, and Netflix obsessed. I love
watching a show series from beginning to end, and when I finally watch a series
finally my heart breaks a little. Okay, so that might be a little much, but I
do find myself becoming attached to characters in the shows. Nancy Botwin, Ari
Gold, Tim Riggins,
Carrie Mathison, Michael Scofield, Ellen Parsons – just to name a few. What can I say, I love me some TV!
