The Big Boob on Campus

I am a gigantic boob. A Big Boob. That is my discovery for the day. It hit me today what a major dork I really am. My whole life has come together--moments here and there, to make me the boob I am today.

One piece of evidence in my boobdom is my use of the word boob in the first place. What kind of person says that? That's right, folks--a dork like me. I also do dorky things, and I actually caught myself talking to myself earlier, and laughing about it.

Is a dork an easy thing to categorize? In my high school there were three classes of people--the cool people (athletes, a popularity contest actually), the nerds/dorks (theater people) and the in-betweens, those who weren't popular per se and those who weren't complete dorks. I always thought I was one of the in-betweens until today.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you start remembering stupid incidents? For instance--I like to sing. I especially like to in the car, when no one is around me and I can sing as loud as I want to. There have been numerous instances when I've been caught singing in the car. Two stand out in particular. Once, I was singing while waiting at a light. The window was open a crack and I was singing along to the radio. Well, a car pulled up next to me with people in it. I didn't even think about it, but apparently they heard me singing. My eyes wandered over to them, and this one guy had his mouth dropped open...eyes wide...then he burst into laughter, gave me the finger and they sped away. Well, I figured they had bad taste. It happened again when I did the same exact thing, but this time an old lady just smiled and drove away. I thought I had a fan.

Just so you know, this story isn't pointless. It actually is evidence to something that happened to me today, which is another part of being a dork. Dorks think that they are good at something, when in reality...they're not.

I was singing in the shower this morning. I was in a good mood--I'd gotten to sleep in, had breakfast, and was just relaxed, thinking about how not to do my homework due tomorrow. Then my mom rushed in. She scared me half to death, and I clutched the shower curtain staring at her like she was a crazy person. Her hand was pressed to her heart, and she asked me where Garth was. (Garth is our dog, a little black mixture stray that we took in. He is named Garth courtesy of my mom, who was obsessed with Garth Brooks at the time.) Anyway, I said I didn't know. She said she heard him crying and throwing up. She left, and I resumed singing. Well, she runs in again. Turns out...it was me. I was crying and throwing up. Well, singing, but I guess it does sound like crying and throwing up.

So, those people in the car didn't have bad taste. They were being honest--I am a horrible singer. It's not going to stop me from singing in the car, but now whenever I come to a stop light my mouth will close and not open until there are no cars near me.

More evidence of my geekdom? My choice of music. I love all kinds of music--jazz, rock, country, everything but heavy metal. After the singing incident I needed to be upbeat. So I chose...Disney music. Have you ever really listened to "The Little Mermaid"'s "Under the Sea"? I did--about three times. It's so uplifting. I love the accent of that little lobster, and I realized sadly that I know the song by heart.

What a dork. The dorkier, more boobier thing is that I bought the Disney classic 6-cd set on my recent vacation. There's all kinds of movie music going on there. I bought the set actually for my nephew, but I saw a song or two on there I liked and started to listen to it. Now...I think I'm going to burn the CD's before he gets them.

I just keep thinking of all the dorky things I've done. I've changed a lot since even last year, but deep down I'm still a boob at heart. And I'm fine with it. I like who I am now. There are things I will always want to change, but I'm content with me. I guess that's another trait of being a dork--you're happy being a dork. I am finally content being a dork. It just took me too long to realize it.

I could go on and give more evidence as to how dorky I really am, but I have to get some sleep tonight. Maybe I'll tell more in upcoming entries when I really should be doing my homework. I'm always complaining about my homework in these entries, and I'm not going to break the trend and stop now. Anybody up for some fun british gothic novel-from-the-1700's reading? Yeah, I know--me, neither.

This entry--what a dorky thing to do. What a dorky way to end it!