Mood: Meh.
Listening To: "Not Pretty Enough" by Kasey Chambers.
Reading: "Somebody's Gotta Say It" by Neal Boortz.
So, Dairy Princess was last night.
And I won't lie. Of course I was disappointed.
But it was a good experience.
Showed me that I'm not really a pageant person.
And that I'm kinda tired of second place.
And I'm not saying this because I'm a sore loser or anything, I'm just saying that I don't think that the interviews and the formals and the poise are for me.
But it's over.
As Rafiki says, "It doesn't matter. It's in the past."
I'm just brassy, I think.
Blunt and a bit coarse.
Do those words fit together?
I make them fit.
I dunno. I just don't belong in the pageants.
Stick me in the water. I'll beat a couple of people up. :)
New York is in two weeks. I'm really excited for that. And I'm leaving for California on Tuesday.
And that's all, I think.
Ta.
"What's going on? Why aren't you seizing the boy?"
"'Cause I have a big head and little arms, and I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through. "
-The Bowler Hat Guy and the T-Rex, Meet the Robinsons.
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