promoting my blog may be starting to make me look crazy

all right. fine. asking to look at the guy’s iPhone at the bar Wednesday night so i could secretly plug my blog url into his web browser was crazy.

i can admit when i’m crazy.

it’s just that i love my blog so freaking much. like a child people.

a human child.

and i want to tell everyone i come in even brief contact with about it.

i have business cards, and magnets and tactics that include (but are not limited to): adding the link as a bookmark to people’s computers, twittering and facebooking the crap out of my entries, and calling my mom to remind her to check it.

in fact, a brief scan of the readers here would lead me to believe that most of you are reading this because i incessantly talk about my blog and you’re just trying to get me to shut up.

it’s a little something i like to call self-promotion/being confident/salesmanship.

qualities you HAVE to have in the new era of social media.

but since i’ve been spending so much time promoting my own d*mn blog, i figure i should take a hot minute to promote someone else’s blog. actually, five someone else’s blogs.

mandy.

krista.

sarah.

jenny.

and erin.

those five girls inspired me to start this thing back in my oshkosh days.

and even though that job sucked hard core, their blogs all rock hard core. so you should go read them. now.

but then, come back here.

no. seriously. come back. i’m funny too.

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Because in facebook-land, I’m perfect

did ya’ll know you can untag photos of yourself in Facebook?!!!

well ya can!

go ahead. look! you just click ‘untag’ under the picture. and bam. magic! you’re no longer associated with that ex, bad hair cut or unflattering activity.

in my case, i looked like someone had just hit me with a truck. a super big truck. with a plow in front. it was pic from a wedding last fall and one of the other bridesmaids tagged me in it. but i was only half-ready to be a bridesmaid at the time the picture was shot, which means i was only half-pretty.

turns out the half i was lacking was more important than i thought, because otherwise i wouldn’t have allowed cameras so close to me.

anywho, so this evil bridesmaid decided my hair looked pretty in the pic or some crap and decided to post it for hundreds of thousands of people to see on the interweb, and then she had the nerve to freaking link my freaking name to it.

what the crap?

I spent the last 7 months praying that people will just skip over my pictures tab when they peruse my profile. but now?

FREEDOM!

i am officially stress-free people.

stress. free.

i suppose those of you who read this post and the one below might assume that i have self-esteem issues now though.

have no fear. im just a normal, crazy, insecure girl. nothing to worry about here folks. everything is under control.

i am a little worried about what all this untagging business means for the world though. will all of us only present ‘perfect’ to internet land? only the pictures of us with fresh highlights, eyeliner and bibles for you facebook friends? anything with bad lighting, pimples or alcohol is out.

eh.

screw it. who cares?

i love being perfect on facebook.

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the night i met beautiful people

yes. after i fell at work saturday (see below) i did eventually make my way to the bar (note to boss: don’t fret, i totally drank straight pepsi until 12:01 a.m. fully aware of my on-call status).

i was meeting up with a friend last seen in my undergrad days at Western Illinois University (GO LEATHERNECKS!). which used be a short period of time, but gets longer every year. frick, it’s been like what? nearly four trips around the stupid sun. hot d*mn does time fly.

anywho, so i met up with this friend, whom prior to saturday night, had only communicated with me via gChat since 2005, and his girlfriend. and they were cool and normal and whatnot.

but holy hot people, the girls at our table were good looking. seriously. when the blonde walked in, i kind of thought someone had finally made my holiday barbie into a real-life person. i am not exaggerating one bit. and all of them were wearing diamonds on their left hand that i had previously assumed only existed as costume jewelry.

i spent an unhealthy amount of my time picturing what their lives must be like. with their perfect purses, their inability to take bad photos, and their year-long tans.

i could not look away.

i mean, it’s not like i was attracted to them. obviously.

no. this was different. this was me wondering what life must be like for these people, who i’ll never be friends with. and also, the odd feeling of seeing such beautiful people up close. i realized about 10 minutes in that these were the girls who ruled their respective high school dance squads, and homecoming courts and best dressed lists. THIS is what they turned out like 8 years after high school. they still had perfect lives, at least from the view i had.

i wish i had something profound to end on here. something about how, now that im older i’ve realized that looks don’t matter. or how im happy with my own life.

but instead i have a confession. a boy once asked me what i would change about the my life’s circumstances if i could choose something to alter.

“well, i wish i prettier.” i said.

still do.

my only solace is that, i would guess the girls i met Saturday night would probably give the same answer.

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