Tuesday, September 9, 2008

HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING & LOVE THE CW


Over the past few weeks I've discovered something about myself that most people around me have likely known for some time...occasionally I'm a teenage girl. When 2 of my friends independently told me this within a week of each other, I knew I had to start examining the evidence. And as evidence goes...there was a pretty strong case in support of this theory. It's actually pretty separate from the gay thing, too. There are times when I definitely seem to be uncannily in tune with the mindset of a 16 year old girl.


Exhibit A
For my birthday this year, my friend Andre got me a giant mylar Unicorn balloon. I went apeshit. It's still in my kitchen, and part of me (now you know which part) wants to take it to a party supply store and have them re-inflate it.




Exhibit B
While shopping for snacks for a party with Robert, this exchange took place:
Robert: "Here, we should get the roasted garlic hummus."
Me: "No! We shouldn't get anything with garlic in it, in case people want to make out."
Robert: (incredulously) "I don't think it's gonna be that kinda crowd."



Exhibit C
I love romantic comedies. Sure, this could also make me a sad woman - but that doesn't change the fact that I will cry without fail every time I watch Bridget Jones's Diary or The Holiday. You know, because I really feel like I can relate to one puffy, fake brit as well as a sassy, talented one.




Exhibit D
Once while driving home on the freeway with the windows down, a school bus full of middle schoolers heard/saw me rocking out to my (then) favorite song of the moment - "What Time Is It?", the opening number from High School Musical 2. They cheered and a few of them gave me the peace sign. I threw it back at them and sped past, feeling like the coolest person ever.





I could go on, but frankly anything more would just be a little embarassing. Not for me to admit, but for you to read. Thank the gods I don't behave like a teenage girl all the time, but just enough so that I can accept it and own it. Part of the charm of me, really. I'm like a kaboodles full of all the knowledge you didn't think you had to grasp, being over the age of 16. Thankfully I can also tell you a lot about drinking, sex, and maybe even politics. But right now you'll have to excuse me, I have to go talk to Rob about last night's Gossip Girl before we watch 90210...that Mr. Matthews is so dreamy!

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