this picture is an ode to my egomaniacal self.
let's dive right into it:
quirk number one: my love of twilight. kidding matt, kidding.
real quirk number one: my home body nature. somewhere in between all the groundings the parents have instilled in me a love of being in my house. on weekends, right after school, doesn't matter i like being at home. now don't misunderstand me, i like being home ALONE. none of this bringing friends over business.
quirk number two: dancing like a black person. gender non-restrictive, i can (or so i like to think) get down.
quirk number three: thus far the quirks i've mentioned have been cute and relatable. this one might turn the tables. i have a tendency to push jokes a little too far. it's all fun and games in the beginning, then suddenly i think it's funny to make racist comments, fat jokes, violent gags, or sexually natured cracks. (andy from the office ringing a bell? yeah, that's me.) oh yes they are laughable, very laughable. but highly inappropriate.
quirk number four: i have the ability to remember the words from any song i've ever heard. yes i was voted senior most likely to not know what happened last night, but ask me for the lyrics to that obscure song back when i was seven? i've got you covered.
quirk number five for some reason i was blessed with the gene to eat like crazy with no consequences. the last time i excercised, it was running from the front yard to the back and i had to catch my breath for a couple minutes. now you might think i'm lying, but let me tell you what i ate yesterday. 5 blueberry muffins (breakfast), 1.5 liters of water, one potato complete with cheese, sour cream, butter, pretzel sticks, an apple, one capri sun, nutty bar (lunch), sweet potato, pork chops, broccoli, one pear (dinner), popcorn with a whole cube of butter, 6-7 cherry turn overs, one whole more than king size chocolate bar, 2 glasses milk, banana (various snacks throughout the day.) i weigh a healthy 100
pounds.
quirk number six: now this one might just be a harrison thing, but i have a massive ego. i hide it quite well i might add, but it's in there alright. i catch myself looking at any reflective surface (mirrors, plexi glass, spoons, windows, cds, my cell phone camera, the back of my iPod) and making comments like, "dang girl." and "looking good, very good." i make special trips to the bathroom just to look at myself. and that's just the beginning. i think i'm the most talented, the best dressed, the smartest, and the coolest thing. EVER.
i'm not following the dumb rules, i'm just tagging kim because having a baby is not as taxing as to not be able to blog once in a while. love you sister!
4 comments:
I think mirrors were invented for Harrisons, and everybody knows you gotta balance appropriateness with funniness factor, right? right?
I wish I could eat like that and look like you! Jeez Brooke. PS: I have a very similar ego. I don't look at myself in EVERY reflective surface I can find, but I can relate to your thinking you are the best at everything.
The Hills, my hidden shame . . .
I'm mostly over it now by the way, I'm just waiting for Lauren to be revealed as the vindictive meddler she is.
I loved this post. I wish I could eat that much and never exercise and weigh 100 lbs. It's unbelievable that you could be so lucky.
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