The Look

Okay so recently i have been schooled on the art of flirting and how prevalent it is in my life i dont even know it. I am apparently an avid flirter to a point out of my own control. But I have discovered where the initial flirting all begins and how some may be mistaking my intentions with the opposite sex. First of all there are many looks involved that some may deem "the look" but rather thats just mean *that sex appeal is aunatural compadres. I have the tendency to read people and speak with people using my eyes. Telling them how i feel, what i need or whethere I'm interested in what they are saying or not. However because of the significance of sed look some people maybe confused with whether or not this is flirting. I just want to throw out to everyone if you think I am flirting with you, I am probably not, trust me you will know *wink wink* just kidding!

Who gave me a driving license honestly?

Okay so i was on my way to the post office today to send a letter to my crazy aunt Marion. Let me just take a second to introduce you to aunt Marion: She is my mom's aunt with one son and an estranged husband. She is very prompt she recently sent me a beautiful gift and my mother and i panicked* how on earth do you spell that word?* anyways since i received the gift yesterday i was left with very little time to write a brief yet sincere thank you letter so that she would receive it in the mail the next day or we would receive THE CALL! If sed letter is not received, which has happened for countless gifts before, Marion calls the Moodie household just to make sure that the gift was in fact received and that she followed all the proper federal mailing codes (basically making us feel guilty because nothing in fact went wrong) but anyways let me get to the best part of the story and why this is titled the way that it is. So today i rushed to the post office to make sure that i would get the letter in before their 5:30 shipping. However I was too far away from the mail box. I reached as far as my stubby little arms could but no luck. Determined to mail this letter I proceeded to throw it into the box forgetting that the car was not in park but rather merely seccured with my right foot on the brake. It instantly was released and the letter went flying along with the pacif! I thought it was hilarious but as I ran over the curb and just barely missed hitting the pole in front of me I thought to myself...Why am I allowed behind this vehicle? Honestly who's idea was that?

You know you're too tan when...

Okay so i love to be tan! It is a passtime, no a sport rather in my mind that i have *not to brag* perfected! So the other day i was at this incredibly fun Columbia day Fiestival! The majority of the people there were of hispanic decent. So it was to my shock that I was asked if I was Columbian. I was flattered but said no, knowing that my parents are Irish and Sweedish neither of which are remotely latino. So the moral of this story is...everyone dies and I am going to look tan doing it! *this one is for totz and kessler future sunscreenaholics*

Who Cares?

Okay so if you haven't noticed or if you have been adimittly reading my blog * god knows why isn't there a new episode of the simple life on tv * but anyways so i have been blabbing to you all about this search for identity, struggling to be who i really am, ect blah blah blah BORING! so i was listening to my new FAVORITE cd St. Elsewhere by Gnarles Barkley and there is a song that is talking alot about the different personas that every person has and that you can be multiple people in a day and still not know who you really are so the guys decided that simply" i could go on and on and on...but who cares?" and so this is the end of my depressing lame-o blogs it will be all uphill from here i promise!

No I'll eat it, I'll eat the cat poo

Okay so I have this persona when i am around a certain group of people. i feel that i should always be making them laugh by doing something stupid, let me just list off the stupid things that i ate to entertain sed people: an olive pit, a carnation, a *mandula* bead, part of a braclet, and yesterday...an entire slice of watermelon literally! but here's the thing i was wondering what would happen if one night instead of being silly eats-a-lot girl i could be the real me. The one with things to say and feelings to share. Instead of hiding behind these ridiculous stunts i wouldn't have to act but rather i would just have to be me.

Analogy of my "type"

Okay so i have been single now for what seems to me like forever so i was just thinking to myself maybe that all this doubt and self-conciousness about myself isnt what isnt making it happen, but rather its the type of guys i'm attracted to. Let me break down the type of guys that i initially take interest in, 1. They are overwhelmingly cocky and believe that noone in their right mind is better than them at anything. 2. They are really ridiculously good looking (most likely do to the fact that they love themselves more than anyone else) 3. They know exactly what to say. If it werent for that last one i could completely understand why everyone tells me i'm crazy for going for another generic frat boy *don't worry i use frat boy only as an expression, only a handful of the guys have actually been in college! :)* But there is something about the way that that boy can make you feel for one second like you are the only thing in the world that matters, then he will never call you again but for that one moment i feel that i am the princess of the Alpha Kappa Frappa(im sorry i dont know greek!)

was i being serious?

okay so barb, my mom, just came up to me with this overwhelming sense of concern. i have been known for my ridiculously sarcastic comments about how with being the second child i am neglected; my parents love me less ect. ect. in joking of coarse but it has become more of a habit and cause for question from barb and so although i denied it all saying it was my simple sarcasm and lack of better material, i cant help but wonder whether or not i really feel that way.

Who is that person in the mirror?

Have you ever wondered what people think about you? What impression you make and what sort of impact you have on them if any at all? I have grown up constantly doubting myself. I never truly believed the things that people would say to me. The person I saw in the mirror was always ugly, always pathetic, and always a failure. This past year I have gone through alot. I was diagnosed with depression in October leaving me to feel empty and broken. I felt that I was such a burden to my parents that elephant in the room that they didn't know what to do with and in my mind were ashamed of. Also, with an on-going sufering of an eating disorder, I have never felt beautiful and possibly never will. I am telling you this not to get your pitty or even your support but to tell you simply to open your eyes. Look in the mirror and be content with what you see, listen to ever compliment that you receive, and live a life with no regrets so that you know what it means to be geniuninly proud.

The Great Red Debate

Okay so i know i was all serious in the last one and don't get me wrong thats all me that's how i really feel but i do have some funnies to share too. Like the debate with the color Red. Sexy, Evil, Skanky, Classy, it is all over the map! What do i do i think i like but then if i like it does that mean I'm going to hell? I'm all over the place on this one what to do what to do! But seriously I look darn good in Red...is that a sin?!

The Masks that we Wear

So I am new to this whole blog scene and what I know of it is it is a chance for people to be funny and show people only an inkling of their inner thoughts of what they want to be known for. I have deceided that instead I am going to tell you guys the truth; tell you things that I normally would keep to myself and hide beneath sarcasim and Ron Burgandy impressions. So I ask you all why do we feel so insecure about the people we really are? Why are we afraid of being rejected for what we really feel and believe? I am reading this book The Be (Happy) Attitudes by Chrystal Cathedral Pastor Robert Schuller and there was a passage that really stood out to me on this topic:

"We are reluctant to admit our needs because we're afraid that people might really reject us. We're afraid of public embarassment. Actually the problem is even deeper than that; it's a fundamental lack of self-esteem. We fear the lack of dignity that may come with rejection or embarassment." (p.29 "I need help--I can't do it alone")

The Things I like

Here are the things that I like it’s like a mini biography…only better!
Journey’s Greatest Hits
Singing way too loud considering I’m a terrible singer
Dancing around in my underwear!
Bubble-Wrap
Pudding
The 66th Street Hill
Playing Hooky
Puppies
Taking what you thought was a 20 minute nap but ending up being 3 hours
Purple Rain Staying up way too late and watching the worst T.V. ever