Since last weeks post was all about the blog, I am going to dedicate this one to myself. An “about me” I suppose. I apologize in advance if it is a little lengthy. But let’s be honest: who doesn’t love to talk about themselves?
The people who know me best would describe me as a "dork.” Whether that stems from the before mentioned fantasy novel obsession or the fact that I still wear retainers to bed at 20 years old, I’m not sure. But what's so wrong with being...you?
I love this line from Modern Family: “This is the funny thing about growing up. For years and years everyone’s desperately afraid to be different — in any way — and then suddenly, almost over night, everybody wants to be different. And that is where we win.” So true.
Growing up I always felt like an outsider. I couldn’t care less about fashion, who said what about who, or who had what party. I loved books, working hard to get somewhere, and eating whatever I wanted, simply because it tastes great.
