Queen of Rambles

You know what I hate? I hate feeling like a man. When I subbed the first time, fresh out of college, I was with a class of absolutely horrid little sixth graders for a whole week. They started a rumor that I was really a man and, of course, every kid in the school had to come up and ask me if it was true. Did I mention that these particular sixth graders were horrid?

Anyway, off and on I remember that and get paranoid that I do, in fact, look like a man. I have been feeling manish all week and just want to claw my eyes out.

I even took a picture so you could see my manliness because it’s just so very manly.

I really want this week to go away. There’s been too much self-loathing going on.

At least I did eat a very healthy meal tonight (I didn’t even put sour cream on my fajitas) and stuck with my diet the rest of the day too. I noticed a definite improvement in appetite today just by switching from Nutri-Grain bars to whole wheat crackers and cheese with my diet shake at lunch. Who knew such a little change could make such a big difference?

I also started a piece of writing to submit for a book themed “Past-Present-Future and the Big 3-0.” It sounds so dorky, but I need to get over thinking that I always sound dorky. I just need to do it and let them be the judge of my dorky levels.

Speaking of dorky, here is the dorkiest picture ever of me. Side pony tails came up in conversation earlier today so now you all get to share my fourth grade glamour joy.

I have no idea why I’m in such a picture-y mood. I realized the other day that though my LJ readers get to see a pic of me quite often with my user icon, most of my QoR readers have never/rarely seen my picture. I only care because I like to see what other bloggers look like, so maybe some people would like to see what I look like. Frankly, though, I’d rather keep everyone in suspense b/c then I can pretend like you all picture me as a movie star. I am really hung up on looks this week, aren’t I? Normally I really try hard to focus on other aspects of my being like my intelligence, sense of humor, creativity, so on and so forth. I think I may have been infected by a very vain alien parasite. It’s dug into my brain and won’t let go! If I can just remove it I will be back to normal.

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