Oh hey! I'm BACK! Try to contain your excitement. I have ever so many stories to tell. Many of them involve dancing, something that I could never have claimed a few years ago. Let's just say it was wonderful being one of the few people at camp that already knew to dance.
And I learned to do floor spins. *insanely wide grin*
I will gush more about camp later. For I have been challenged by the lovely and effervescent Marlene Schuler to take the challenge and share seven previously unknown fun facts about yours truly with the blogosphere.
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| (I believe this is the award I am earning. If I am wrong, the stunningly beautiful and altogether fantastic Marlene shall correct me.) |
1. I once desperately wanted to be a recording artist.
It was a fantastic, unrealistic dream that I really don't wish to discuss. I seriously had to fight the voice inside my head telling me to just become a writer already. I mean, I still adore singing and drive people crazy with it. Who was the one up at 11:00 PM singing along to Anastasia? That would be me. Still, I'd rather not talk about this rather awkward phase of my childhood.
2. The first movie I ever cried over was Little House: The Last Farewell.
It was late. It was on Hallmark. I was a newly minted teenager, which means the hormones were raging. As they blew up every single house in Walnut Grove, I bawled like a baby. This was one of the shows of my childhood! I had missed the beginning of the movie, so I just kept asking myself, "Why!? Why!?" I had always teased people who cried in movies. I was converted to a crier overnight.
The fun begins at 8:46. Hit play, mute it, and then start the music below.
3. If I could have anything in the entire universe, it would be a big brother.
Enough said. You know what, I'd even take a little brother.
4. I decided I wanted to become a writer when I started with... *gulp*... fanfiction.
I'm sorry, but I abhor the genre. I wrote an immense amount of Narnian fanfiction in middle school. It was some terrible stuff. Ghastly, really. Yet I have never enjoyed writing as much I as I did writing that mess. I wasn't writing for anyone but myself and it was incredible fun. Then I realized how creepy some fanfiction is (please, don't ask, chances are it's worse than whatever it is you're envisioning), so I kind of quit. I do not advocate for the genre in general because some people can take it down a twisted road, but it was sort of fun.
5. I would make a great companion: I fell in love with the Doctor within 5 seconds.
Don't read too far into this. I'm in love with about fifty fictional characters. However, the Doctor is funny because I wasn't even watching Doctor Who. I had never seen it in my life, and it came on for a few seconds on the commercial and... I was quite taken with him. I think he was getting slapped. Of course, I was in love with William within 5 seconds too, but I was actually watching Downton Abbey. Big difference.
Cut out the dialogue. It was just the slap. Not even kidding. I was destined to be a Whovian.
*long pause while Monica watches a bunch of Doctor Who clips*
6. I still love children's programming.
No language. No "oh-my-goodness-guys-hide-your-eyes" moments. No skipped scenes. Just a bunch of educational fun!!! It's not like I still watch Sesame Street or even Barney (The Show of my childhood). But if I come home and Arthur is on or they're playing Cyberchase, I will watch it. The stuff aimed at my demographic is pathetic. Sixteen and Pregnant? Jersey Shore? No thanks, I'd rather learn fractions.
This applies to film as well. I am a hardcore Disney animated movie fan. No ridiculous, run-of-the-mill rom-com is ever gonna change that.
7. When it comes to cooking, I literally am Anne Shirley.
Anne Shirley may have fudged up a few cakes and gotten her best friend drunk, but I have successfully destroyed my mother's pans, left out key ingredients, and made things as hard as rocks. The brownies I brought to school as a peace offering with my lunch table were a failure. (Should have tasted them first.) I've left eggs out of cookies and and almost forgotten to add the flour. Even when I do everything just like momma taught me and put my baked goods in the oven for just the right amount of time, they still don't taste as good as my sister's.
Now, I must be off to set the table. Laugh at me all you like, now that I'm gone. I really am quite ridiculous. Some of you should be grateful you didn't know me as a child. These seven truths could have been a whole lot more embarrassing back then.
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