i'm waiting.

What I learned in Mexico:

1. Molly v. The Sun = The Sun always wins.
   
2. Lizards apparently climb up flower bushes.
3. Running 3 miles barefoot in the sand = sore calves for days.
4. Noone has a perfect body.
5. Apparently I can crush on dads with sons.
6. I never want to be a parent that wants to be a bud.
7. It's only fun to be around multiple, drunk 18 year olds when you're, ya know, drunk and 18.
   
8. I could easily live happily with eating, sleeping and reading days on end.
9. The sand there has tiny golden specks that sparkle.
10. Boogie boarding rocks! (and bruises from boogie boarding are definitely worth it)

Gateway to Ocean.

Elephant Towel Origami. Must learn.

Back in Chicago.
Snow. Cold.
I love this city, but come on now, it's April this week!
And the itch for Spring has been planted.
I'm waiting...

slacker sunday.

Off to Mexico!

we'll see.

I think I may be treading in dangerous waters. As I've mentioned, I've been hearing more from exbf, and like I said, I think this can be a good thing. But I'm a tiny bit worried about what he thinks on his end. It has been way too easy to communicate with him, and I think that kinda freaks me out. But then the other side of me thinks that it is like a close friend, one where you can go years without seeing and then see them and you can pick up where you left off. But it's a bit trickier with an ex; I know this.

So, at least I'm aware, right?

I leave for Mexico Monday, and I cannot wait for it! All I want to do is read, sleep and drink by the pool and beach. I'm hoping for some freckles too. I love being kissed by the sun even though it tends to burn me everytime. I'm going with my parents and sister, and it is also my mom's birthday while we're there, so it should be a lot of fun! Today I've been packing and getting stuff ready. I am always incredibly ambitious when I think how many books I can read in a week. This time, I'm bringing four. My goal is to at least get through three of them. We'll see.

So, yes, as you've guessed it, I won't be around for a week. I'm actually looking forward to being away from technology (But not from all my bloggies). But, as much as I love everything online, when I'm on vacation, I love leaving it behind and completely relaxing, so that's what I'll be doing. Should be refreshing, freeing and sweet.

When I get back, I'll be hanging out with exbf. I'm looking forward it. And I hope I can say all went smoothly. We'll see.

So everyone have a wonderful week!
And I'll drink a margarita, or two, for all y'all.

once i get my act together.

Today was a long day of working two jobs, which I'm thankful to have, but I swear if I have to look at a computer that long again in one day, I might just lose it. I almost did. But thankfully I have a lot to be thankful for, read: I'm going to Mexico next week. And I can't wait. I think it's come at a good time and hopefully this way I can rid myself of stuff weighing me down. At least for a little.

But another thing I'm thankful for are the open arms of the blogging community. I know this is said time and again by many different bloggers, but how true it is! I'm still figuring out the best way to get the most reading done without freaking out (thanks to courtney), and I have faith that it will happen. Should I not??? So truly thanks to all those who have stopped by and left comments and read and whatever because I do appreciate all the love.

With that said, today I want to especially thank some bloggies who passed on some awards to me which I am oh so grateful to receive! First off, Ondine and Kylie were kind enough to each pass on the



so thanks ladies! And now, here are 7 things I love because I'm supposed to say something like that: rain, beach vacations, dictionaries, office supplies, my family, skipping rocks and people.

I also want to thank Lindsay for passing on to me the Lova Ya award! It's much appreciated and definitely recipricated.



“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers.”

It amazes me how alike many bloggers are or I guess I should say the ones I'm drawn to. But that doesn't sound right. It sounds like I'm only me, me, me, but really you know what I'm saying. It's fascinating to me that all of a sudden you can "meet" all these fabulous people by getting to know them on a different level and I kinda love that. I've always loved people (it's one of my top 7 remember?). Now I know I'm supposed to pass this on to people, but I'm tired and lazy right now, but wanted to get this out there before I forgot to acknowledge them because honestly folks, you're the best.

And I'll be sure to show my love on your comments once I get my act together.
And that's a promise.

me and my kitchen floor.

I know things aren’t good when the only urge I have is to lie on the kitchen floor. I know. I’ve talked about my overwhelmingness with being overwhelmed not too long ago, but the feeling is still sticking around. I know I have to take the good with the bad, and there is always good and bad. I believe in balance.

I think most of my anxiousness is coming from a lot of uncertainty in my life right now. I have a couple part-time jobs, but I really need at least one more in order to take care of myself financially. I feel like at this point in my life I should have a full-time job rather than a part-time internship. And maybe I’m just too hard on myself because when it comes down to it, I’m extremely happy and thankful for my internship. I guess I’m just what some might call a late bloomer. I try not to let it affect how I think about myself but I feel a little out of sorts.

The good part of all that is that I am following my passion. That I am proud of.

I’ve also been hearing more from exbf lately which has been nice, but in a weird way because we haven’t actually talked or seen each other in two and a half years. It’s been all texts and emails. Maybe that’s part of my anxiety, too, because we’ve been talking about hanging out. A lot has happened since we broke up, which makes me think positively about starting a new friendship with him now, but I guess we’ll see when it happens.

The bad part about that is that it makes me wonder more about when I’m going to be in another relationship or find someone to date.

Overall, I know all of this anxiety is from having so much up in the air right now. But it is exciting too. It’s exciting to know that my life is still being unwrapped and I don’t know what the present is, but I believe one is there.

That’s the exciting part. And while I may feel the need to lie on the kitchen floor from time to time, at least it comforts me for whatever weird reason.

slacker sunday.

During a trip to the zoo on my birthday last year, I took a picture of this flower. The best part is that I really liked the shape of the flower in general and didn't realize it was a star in the middle until I uploaded the photos on my computer. Stuff like this makes me happy.

i can't shake it.

So I have a problem.

It's St. Patrick's Day weekend in Chicago. A day where tons of people spend the day drinking, watching the Chicago River get dyed green and going to the St. Patty's parade. But me, the girl who loves being Irish, loves how the city celebrates holidays and loves a good parade, I've never celebrated this day on the weekend before St. Patrick's Day. I can't figure it out for the life of me. I have some aversion to it, and I don't know why, but I can't shake it.

Don't get me wrong. I love a good day of drinking, hanging out with friends and having fun, but I think somewhere between the first and last Guinness, I become annoyed with all the people in the city. Call me bitter or angry or stubborn. But I can't help it. I think because it's so in your face that I get annoyed. Maybe it's because it's during the day. Yet, at an all day concert, I'm all for it. At a day-time bar crawl, I'm all for it. But this one day, I get totally annoyed at drunk people in the streets. I know what you're thinking...if you can't beat'em, join'em. Maybe that's the key I'm missing. Maybe I just don't like drunk people when I'm sober. Maybe I'm crazy.

I just wish I could figure it out. It's like now in the city there are all these Miller Lite posters that say "Chi-rish" and yes, I get it. It's "clever." But the first time I saw it, I was like, that's so stupid. Chi-rish. Blah. But really. Maybe I'm just some bitter Irishwoman that doesn't like all the imposters. And yes. I realize that is ABSOLUTELY ridiculous. Ridiculous I tell ya. But it is what it is.

So I hope you don't feel alienated.
I own it. It's my issue.
But I had to get it off my chest.
Now I feel better.

Go drink one for me.
Actually I'm going to join you.
I could use a beer after this.

Sláinte!

here. read this.

I've always loved to read. Last year I read 40 books, and my goal this year is to beat that. I'm also working in the library field. You'd think I would be able to summarize a plot, but I can't. One of my good friends is awesome at this. If I'm like, "ek, what's this about?" she'll go into full detail of the plot with characterization without giving it away. I swear. It's a talent. For me, it's one of my weaknesses. If someone asks me what a book's about, my answer usually goes something like this:

Oh my gosh. I loved this book. It was about this woman, and the writing was really good and I just flew through it. You should read it. I read it awhile ago, so I don't remember what really happened, but I definitely loved it.

Yeah. Not good.

But when it comes to recommending books, I think I do a decent job as long as people have access to abstracts...

So when Courtney asked for a list of my top 10 books, I was excited! I love recommending books! There's so much (obviously) out there, that I decided to make a list of books I really enjoyed or loved in different genres. For me, different books require different moods. I go through phases. So this list touches on many of my phases.

In library school, I took a Young Adult Literature class and loved it. It really opened my eyes to many genres I previously had never given a chance (think sci-fi, fantasy). Now I'll read just about anything. And I go by the Nancy Pearl rule. Read the first 60 pages, and if you don't like it, start something new. No point in wasting time in something you're not enjoying on some level!

So finally I will stop my yammering. Here's the list, in no particular order, with my two cents as I see fit. Feel free to ask for more.

1. The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood
Genre: Popular Fiction
A story within a story. I was immediately hooked by her intriguing and beautiful writing.

2. Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides
Genre: Popular Fiction
Loved this book. Really comes down to humanity. (See I told you I suck at this)

3. The Birth of Venus, by Sarah Dunant
Genre: Historical Fiction
Don't let the historical fiction genre scare you away. This is in my all-time top five. I'm a sucker for a love story, though. And no, not a romance novel. A truly well-written story.

4. The House of Spirits, by Isabel Allende
Genre: Magic Realism
If you are open to worlds of spirits and magic and enticing characters this will have you hooked immediately.

5. Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card
Genre: Science Fiction
Seriously people I LOVED this one, and honestly I don't even know why? But I did. Worth a shot.

6. To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
Genre: Classic
My favorite classic.

7. Can You Keep a Secret? by Sophie Kinsella
Genre: Chick Lit
Sometimes I have beef with chick lit because they all tend to tell the same story. BUT if you're in the mood for it, I highly recommend this one. I haven't laughed out loud so much while reading in a long time. Yes, still follows the chick lit formula, but cracked me up throughout!

8. Coraline, by Neil Gaiman
Genre: Young Adult
I'm sure some of you have seen that the movie's out now, but this is a fantastical (not a word?) story. Gaiman has a great sense of dark humor, and this is a bit of a mystery as well.

9. The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield
Genre: Popular Fiction
A very dark tale. Spectacular. But dark for sure.

10. Listening is an Act of Love, by Dave Isay
Genre: Non-fiction
I get really into books, but a book has never made me cry until this one. I think that's due to the fact that it is a collection of everyday people's stories. Definitely one you can pick and choose or read front to back. If you enjoy hearing people's stories, I recommend it.

So, folks. That's really just the tip of the iceberg, but I think it's a good assortment of a wide variety of books.

If there are any books you recommend, please let me know!
I'm always interested in more more more!

i think you get it.

There's so much I want to say, but the right words aren't coming to me.

I'm overwhelmed.
I'm overwhelmed with the past, the present and the future.
I'm overwhelmed with my to-do lists.
I'm overwhelmed with everything I want to read.
I'm overwhelmed with everything I want to write.
I'm overwhelmed with how much music is out there that I won't hear.
I'm overwhelmed with myself being overwhelmed.

I think you get it.

The most frustrating part is not knowing where to begin. There's so much I want to do, and I constantly struggle with being a perpetual procrastinator. This is one habit I consciously try to break again and again. When there's so much to do, I often do nothing, and then I get mad at myself.

It's quite the vicious cycle.

One thing that's good though is that I'm aware of what needs to change. Yet, the change is the hard part. It's hard to change something about yourself. It makes you look at who you are in a way that only you know.

I'm often confused with what I find.

Lately, I've noticed more and more that throughout my life I've struggled with who I am and who I think I should be. Or not even that. It's more me thinking I'm missing out on something.

I enjoy time by myself. I enjoy my cozy home. I also enjoy time with my friends, but I often wonder what's wrong with me. Part of the problem is the act of comparing, and I know it's my own fault. I try hard not to compare myself to others, but it gets the best of me from time to time. In one respect I'm completely confident with who I am and how I'm following my gut and my own path, but in another I start to doubt.

Honestly, I think everyone has this battle to some extent.

Maybe I just need to let it go.

I need to let something go;
That I know for sure.

throw this girl a bone.

Well, I survived it. My first day at my part-time internship. While I'm going to try to leave work for work and blogging for everything else under the sun, I do have to say it felt good to start something new.

Of course I didn't sleep well the night before, and I was a bit exhausted today, but it felt good to go somewhere. It's like I'm finally moving forward in a profession I'm interested in, and that's exciting. It's my starting point, if you will. And while I don't know where it's going to take me, I'm excited to finally get the ball rolling.

It helped that the office was friendly. I think I've worked in too many places where the vibe was too self-centered or negative, and I have to say it felt good here. First days are never easy for me, because it's hard to know what to expect, but it was a good first day, so I'll take it.

Meanwhile though I'm trying to stay positive on other aspects of my life, but I'm getting to the point of: will someone please throw this girl a bone! As I've previously mentioned, the texter has popped back into my life. Even after I blogged about him on Friday, he continued to text me Saturday night. I'm seeing a pattern though, a pattern of asking me out through texts and then not following through. If it's one thing I can't stand, it's someone who doesn't know how to swing a bat or pull the trigger. Snooze. And I must say I was snoozing a long time ago with this one, but it is at least interesting to discuss with friends.

But I'm ready for some new stories. Aren't we all?

i'm too sexy for this blog.

Well, we all know that ain't true. Blogging is what makes someone sexy, right? At least that's what I've been told recently, and when offered, which is nary a time, I'll take it. Nary? Man. I love when that happens. When words just pop out of nowhere and I just hope they mean what I'm trying to say and then I look them up and I'm right. That's a happy day for me.

Another happy day for me was when the wonderful Mary Evelyn at a million miles from everywhere passed along the Sexy Blogger award to me.



The only problem is now I'm supposed to list 5 sexy things about me. And while I could come up with a long list of what I wish people thought were sexy about me - I love jigsaw puzzles and to this day I squeal from excitement at the zoo - I will attempt to make a list that might rank closer to the things that actually are sexy.

1. My smile
2. I love to shake my hips on the dance floor
3. My independence
4. My ability to stare without looking crazy (At least, I hope that's the case!)
5. I'm a librarian.

slacker sunday.

This photo was taken at the Centre Pompidou, and today it sums up my spinning brain. I knew I liked it for a reason.

new would be good.

Seriously guys. What gives?

Back in December, yes waaaay back then, I gave a guy my phone number. Not just any random guy, but someone who is part of a group of friends that I hang out with from time to time. I liked him, thought he was cute, but in a normal not crazy way.

He texted me on NYE while I was in NYC and I was ecstatic! (Plus drunk.)

In January he started texting me more. Nice and fun and he mentioned how we should get together for coffee or something. I said, all you have to do is call.

He never called.

But in February, he continued to text and set up a time to meet for coffee. I went. He was fidgeting nervously. I had a nice time, and he asked me out to lunch a couple days later. Lunch didn't work out. But whatev. That's cool. Another time, right?

Saw him that weekend at a party. Still very flirty and telling me that some guy I was talking to was bad news. I was amused. Once again...we should go out for lunch. I said, all you have to do is call.

Is calling a girl to ask her out really that difficult?

He texted me the next day saying how he was glad I was at the party. And then that was that.

So who do I get a text from last night? Yep. Him.

The short text session:
Him: Hello! how goes it? what are you up to tonight?
Me: Hey there. i'm actually staying in tonight.
H: Ditto! enjoy your evening

Seriously???

Did I mention that this was exactly one month (no exaggeration) from the last time I heard from him? I understand that plans and time aren't exactly things at the forefront of guys' minds, but to me this is like whaaaa?

Yes, in the beginning I was excited about having a crush and potentially going on a couple dates with someone new, but now I'm like, what is the point of texting me if you can't ask me out?

Now, I know through mutual friends (not to get all jr. high-ish but...) that he is pretty insecure when it comes to the ladies, but seriously, what is the point?

Of course an hour later I get a text from exbf of a picture of him on a trading card. Trading card? What? Yeah, that story will come in due time.

Right now though I think I'm just ready for something new.
Yes, new would be good.

(And please feel free to share your own good texting boy drama stories. There's gotta be others out there, right? Oh please say right.)

the evolution.

My mom toilet trained me with M&M's. That's right. Go to the bathroom, get candy. My sister got marshmallows. That's definitely one of the parenting tricks I'm adopting if I ever have kids.

But kids. I'm nowhere close to that (Thank God). I can say recently I've thought how it'd be nice to be an aunt, but my own kids? What? Um, no thanks. I'm way too selfish at this point in my life. The things I want right now are a job, my own apartment and a few good men. (I couldn't resist.)

Sometimes I actually think when I have a good job and my own apartment (I currently live with my sister) my life will finally be starting, but I know how ridiculous this sounds and is. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with my life, but sometimes I wonder when I'm going to be an adult because I still feel like a kid. What will it take for me to feel like an adult? I guess it's a good thing, you know the whole young at heart mentality, but I just don't want to go into panic mode one day about not having a husband, a family, a kid or two and a nice place to live. Yet, for me these "ideals" feel so far away from where I am. I'm smart enough to know that life never pans out as planned. Life happens and then it's like, hmm...that's interesting, I wonder what else is lying ahead.

This, of course, is part of the excitement. It's oddly comforting at times for me not to know what's in my future. Don't worry. I do have those moments where it's like enough already, but it's also like the Sliding Doors movie. Each choice brings you someplace else, hindsight is 20/20 and all those fabulous clichés that are clichés for a reason.

The older I get, the more comfortable I am with myself. This is one of the best things about getting older, and I'm still only in my 20's, albeit late 20's. What's going to happen when I'm in my 30's and 40's. Um scary. But scary in a good way because there's just so much of life that is still being unwrapped, and honestly, I love surprises.

So I guess I'm where I need to be right now because I do believe that things will work out for me. I'm not talking about a Pollyanna type of life, but I am talking about an honest life and one where I continually evolve. That's the exciting part: the evolution. It may not always turn out as planned, but it turns and spins and sends me into crazy directions, directions that are constantly changing, in a good way of course.

a fun workout.

I don't think you're supposed to be nervous before going to an aerobics class, but I always am when it comes to cardio kickboxing on Wednesdays. Seriously folks, it's not because I've never been to the class, it's because I know what potentially lies ahead - torture.

So why go? Because I love it. (Did I just say I love torture? Well....)

One of the best parts about the class is the instructor. He loves to yell at people to get their kicks higher or their butt lower while breaking out into a Britney Spears chorus. It's very entertaining. The other best part is that it's a fun workout. (Yeah, I'm one of those girls who uses workout and fun in the same sentence.) I can't help that working out makes me feel good. It just does.

I love going to the gym, wearing no makeup and sweating until I'm absolutely disgusting. I love going into a zone where it doesn't matter what's going on around me. I love chugging water because I'm soooo thristy. I love pushing myself to keep going even when I think I can't possibly fake jump rope for 30 more seconds. Because you know what happens? I get through it. And that is a good feeling.

the snowcrunching librarian.

Sorry folks. Had to do it. I think you're tempted as well...
If that's the case, we can all thank a million miles from everywhere for introducing me, us, everyone to this fantastic site where you, yes you, can become an M&M! I know you want to do it. At least I sure did.

only if you'll listen.

It amazes me that I didn't start blogging sooner.

For those of you who don't know, which I guess is most likely everyone, my undergrad degree was in English and Journalism. That's right folks. Lots of reading and lots of writing. But that was (ahem) 7 years ago. Yes 7. Where have all my thoughts gone those 7 years? I journaled very sporadically, but once the assignments stopped, apparently so did I.

But I'm back on the horse now, that's for sure. It might not be good that I'm constantly thinking in blogging form as I walk down the street, but I'm happy because I believe it's moving me in the right direction, wherever that may be. Just while I was doing dishes tonight, I felt the urge to stop and run to the computer to get some more thoughts down. I don't want to end up being my own worst enemy by documenting every part of my life rather than living it, but I like that I've finally adopted the way I communicate the best: writing.

I'm what some people call shy or quiet, or rude and snobby (yes. imagine that misinterpretation!), because I'm not someone that really feels the need to talk all the time. I love a good one-on-one conversation pretty much always, but when I'm in a group setting I tend to speak my mind when I feel it's necessary, rather than just to blab. I'm not a fan of chit-chat. There I said it. I love getting to know people, but only if it's genuine. But really when it comes down to it, it's pretty much just who I am.

In library school, one of my professors talked about how there are 4 different types of students, or learning types, or something. Anyways, she talked about how some students raise their hand right away, some blurt out answers and some sit back and mull over questions before being ready to answer and I forget the fourth. (This was from a couple of years ago people. I can't remember everything.) And guess what? I'm the third. I'm the one that likes to think about what people are saying and truly listen and try to understand before I share my voice and opinion. And for some reason, it totally clicked for me in this class. It started to make sense to me why I might not talk a lot. Believe me. I talk. I know I can go on and on, but really, this only happens with people that I know are listening. And honestly, what's better than listening?

I love listening to people's stories. I love listening to music. I love listening to waves on the beach. I love listening to rain. I love listening to skateboard wheels on a sidewalk. I love listening to snow crunch under boots after it first falls. I finally got it; I'm a listener.

Of course I've known this all along, but to truly understand it was freeing. And you know what? The world needs listeners just as much as it needs talkers, and maybe that's why I feel so comfortable with writing and reading. It lets me figure out what I want to say, lets me hear other people's stories.

So, if you want to talk my ear off. I'm all for it.
But only if you'll listen.

me? cute?

I've always been someone who loves to write, but as I've stated before, I'm completely new to blogging. I always wondered how to find good blogs, and dblogged/dshan was kind enough to introduce me to 20sb. And now. I'm completely overwhelmed and loving it! So much to
read. So much to write.

So imagine how I felt when the lovely Courtney at ...'til the river runs dry granted me an award:

Ecstatic! That's right. For those of who don't already read Courtney's blog, I suggest you start pronto. Hers was one of the first I started reading, and I immediately became hooked with her amazing ability to tell a great story, plus I feel like she "gets it" if you know what I mean.

Since I am so new to the blogosphere, all these peeps are new to me as well, but I'm hooked, and I keep going back for more. With that said, I'm passing along this award to:

Lindsay at Adventures of a Book Thief has an honest voice and the cutest lil' bird at the top of her page.

Thrice at From the STUPIDEST corner of my mind's colorful look on life, as well as on the page, sends readers on a bountiful quest.

Kimberly at Dancing Through Life with the Passionate Bookworm shares her daily thoughts and stories with a sincere voice.

But really, thanks to everyone who has welcomed me with open arms into the wonderful world of blogging! I'm having a lot of fun, and while I still stumble around and find my way, I love that I can continue to read and find awesome new writers!

picture and (short) story time.

Insert Catchy Blog Name Here tagged me in a picture tag.

Here are the rules:

1. Go to your picture files or where ever you store your pictures on your computer.

2. Go to the sixth folder and select the sixth picture.

3. Post it on your blog and tell the story behind the picture.

4. Tag a couple other wonderful bloggers and leave a comment on their blog telling about it.



The aftermath. This is what happens when two girls in France are hungry. I rented an apartment in Paris for one week last summer and one of my best friends came to visit me. We chowed down on 3 different hunks of cheese, a whole baguette, provencal olives, olive tapenade and strawberries. This was our dinner and we destroyed it. I miss eating all that good French cheese and bread!

So what are your peeps stories and pictures??

...'til the river runs dry
From the STUPIDEST corner of my mind
Just Playing Pretend
Random Thoughts
The Passionate Book Worm

i attract weirdos.

Ok. I'm distracted. While I was happily writing a nice lovely post at Starbucks about my family (which of course I will have to do at a later point now) I noticed that this guy kept staring at me. Of course it could be construed that I was looking too, but whatev. He was in my sight-line.

So, I can accept a guy looking at me. That's okay. But what freaked me out is the fact that he got up from his table, collected his things (yay! he's leaving!) and then plopped down with all his stuff at a table directly across from me. Wtf? Guys, is this normal behavior??

So it got me thinking...

If I found this guy attractive, I might be flattered, albeit a little weirded out, but pleased. But since I don't find him attractive, I'm thinking what the hell, this guy's a freak! So this maybe makes it a little difficult for guys huh? In the movies, this would be sweet, oh-so-cute, etc etc, but in real life...I don't like it. One bit.

It reminds me of another time while I was in still in school, studying at Argo Tea. I noticed a guy watching me as I worked, and before he left, he tapped my shoulder and said hi and have a good night or something and then left. 5 minutes later. He's outside the window I'm facing with a note he wrote that read "I forgot to ask for your number." Once again. In a movie - wonderful! In real life - creepy.

Now I'm rational enough to know that most of this behavior is harmless, maybe a little ego-boosting as well, but I don't like it. I don't like having attention on me at all. It's something I currently am trying to get over, but it's really engrained in my core. Of course I like, one-on-one attention, but in a group setting or public place, I hate it. I know it just has to do with my insecurity, blah blah blah, but it's something that's hard for me to get over.

So what's a girl to do? I guess nothing. And in the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal at all. I should just be flattered, right? I have to remember that I'm the only one that can make me feel uncomfortable. That's the point. That and the fact that I attract weirdos*.

*One of my best friends that I've known since kindergarten once told me: Molly. Weirdos (boys and girls alike) are always attracted to you because you give everyone a chance and are really nice.