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List 5 reasons you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud of how big a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the meme.
1. I enjoy education for education's sake. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I am the QUEEN of Dork. Were there such a country, I would rule. And yes, I do mean for that to be taken as a double entendre. See what I mean? As much as I bitched about college, classes, filling my plate to the brim with academia, and being a stressed out maniac for four years (though my family and boyfriend would probably say that's because I procrastinate and bring it upon myself--but rest assured, they are 100% incorrect), I ENJOYED EVERY challenging, pressuring moment. Most of the time that I complained about the extravagant workload I was secretly only doing it for the sake of joining in conversation with other college kids; covertly, I LOVED the fact that I was burning with learning (ahahaha) 24/7 for four years. I'm also wicked proud that I unknowingly suffered through half of my Fall '03 semester with mononucleosis and didn't miss a class. And I was carrying 20 credits and in the PSU honors program, bitches. So you see, I am a nerd to the core. Need more evidence? My practically immaculate GPA landed me a killer job (not as an assassin, please do not take me literally). I delight in going to work, but I actually felt a little bit USELESS not being in classes and juggling work this year. Why? Because I was used to working my ass off in college to pay for books and the like AND peddling jewelry at the local department store and donut shoppe. I swear that my brain rotted this year, so I'm happy to currently be working my way through my second graduate course as we speak. It's not all sunshine and strawberries, but I finally feel productive again. The brain juice is flowing, if you know what I mean...and I'm PROUD of it!
2. I appreciate sarcasm--especially intellectual sarcasm and brain banter--in all forms. I truly appreciate a good joke, and the more self-effacing, self-loathing, and self-deprecating the better. I'm the first to raise my hand and allow myself to be teased, but I expect that the person doing the teasing can take just as much--if not more--teasing in return. I tend to be pretty relentless, but defensive and offensive sarcasm was a necessary survival skill with my friends in high school and college respectively. You crumble, you're a target. You stand up for yourself, you're a bigger target.
3. I LOVE Harry Potter. I'm not talking general admiration for J.K. Rowling and appreciation for her intricate layering and tapestry of story-lines, or complexly developed characters. I'm talking that I've been head over heels in love with a teenage wizard boy for about three years now. You'd think the passion would wane, but damn...there's just something about those big round glasses, unruly black hair, and jagged lightening scar that makes me all melty inside. Now I understand this is horribly wrong on multiple levels, but I can't help it. Those brilliant green eyes stare right into my soul *bursts out laughing*. I'm not sure which is worse, liking a 15 year old boy, or liking a FICTIONAL 15 year old boy. I'll be in therapy for this when I'm 40 for sure.
4. I have a secret passion for romance novels. Now I'm not talking harlequinn--most of that is just damsel-in-distress, let's have sex the minute we meet type of stuff. I'm talking QUALITY romance novels, novels so intricately woven together that the story absolutely consumes the reader to the point of distress. Reading is such an escape for me. I love being able to don the personality and time period of a fabulous character and live vicariously through them. Nora Roberts (the early novels), Susan Wiggs, Doris Mortman, Janet Evanovich, Julie Garwood, Judith McNaught...all of these ladies have swept me off my feet with their beautifully detailed characters and stories. Though in real life I'm fairly certain romance doesn't exist...I can't help but twirl a lock of hair around my finger and smile when two tragedy-plagued characters find each other amidst the storms of life and live happily ever after. *soft, girlish sigh*
5. I'm insane about nutrition, and it irritates me that I am SO knowledgeable about the way the body metabolizes lipids, proteins, and amino acids, yet I still can't get achieve physical satisfaction myself. I'm extremely Nazi-esque (and I hope that doesn't offend anyone) about my regimented eating habits and exercise schedule that I actually OVER DO it...but I still can't lose some of my curves and softer feminine characteristics that I would like bid goodbye. I'm pissed off at my biological composition and am starting to resign myself that no matter how much whey protein I choke down or how many hours I spend lifting and running at the gym...my DNA won't magically change and I might always look the way I do now. It's a little disheartening that I'll never be an Olsen twin (that's a joke), but I'd still like to be a bit more "cut." If this were the 1960's I'd have the "ideal" body type, but unfortunately the emaciated, skeletal look is the social norm here in the United States. So even if I'm healthy and svelte by medical standards, I'm still fat by society standards. And I'm not looking for people who know me to say "you're not fat!" I know I'm not fat...I'm just saying that someone off of the street who believes beauty comes in a size 2 package wouldn't glance twice at me. Is that my fault?
1. I enjoy education for education's sake. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I am the QUEEN of Dork. Were there such a country, I would rule. And yes, I do mean for that to be taken as a double entendre. See what I mean? As much as I bitched about college, classes, filling my plate to the brim with academia, and being a stressed out maniac for four years (though my family and boyfriend would probably say that's because I procrastinate and bring it upon myself--but rest assured, they are 100% incorrect), I ENJOYED EVERY challenging, pressuring moment. Most of the time that I complained about the extravagant workload I was secretly only doing it for the sake of joining in conversation with other college kids; covertly, I LOVED the fact that I was burning with learning (ahahaha) 24/7 for four years. I'm also wicked proud that I unknowingly suffered through half of my Fall '03 semester with mononucleosis and didn't miss a class. And I was carrying 20 credits and in the PSU honors program, bitches. So you see, I am a nerd to the core. Need more evidence? My practically immaculate GPA landed me a killer job (not as an assassin, please do not take me literally). I delight in going to work, but I actually felt a little bit USELESS not being in classes and juggling work this year. Why? Because I was used to working my ass off in college to pay for books and the like AND peddling jewelry at the local department store and donut shoppe. I swear that my brain rotted this year, so I'm happy to currently be working my way through my second graduate course as we speak. It's not all sunshine and strawberries, but I finally feel productive again. The brain juice is flowing, if you know what I mean...and I'm PROUD of it!
2. I appreciate sarcasm--especially intellectual sarcasm and brain banter--in all forms. I truly appreciate a good joke, and the more self-effacing, self-loathing, and self-deprecating the better. I'm the first to raise my hand and allow myself to be teased, but I expect that the person doing the teasing can take just as much--if not more--teasing in return. I tend to be pretty relentless, but defensive and offensive sarcasm was a necessary survival skill with my friends in high school and college respectively. You crumble, you're a target. You stand up for yourself, you're a bigger target.
3. I LOVE Harry Potter. I'm not talking general admiration for J.K. Rowling and appreciation for her intricate layering and tapestry of story-lines, or complexly developed characters. I'm talking that I've been head over heels in love with a teenage wizard boy for about three years now. You'd think the passion would wane, but damn...there's just something about those big round glasses, unruly black hair, and jagged lightening scar that makes me all melty inside. Now I understand this is horribly wrong on multiple levels, but I can't help it. Those brilliant green eyes stare right into my soul *bursts out laughing*. I'm not sure which is worse, liking a 15 year old boy, or liking a FICTIONAL 15 year old boy. I'll be in therapy for this when I'm 40 for sure.
4. I have a secret passion for romance novels. Now I'm not talking harlequinn--most of that is just damsel-in-distress, let's have sex the minute we meet type of stuff. I'm talking QUALITY romance novels, novels so intricately woven together that the story absolutely consumes the reader to the point of distress. Reading is such an escape for me. I love being able to don the personality and time period of a fabulous character and live vicariously through them. Nora Roberts (the early novels), Susan Wiggs, Doris Mortman, Janet Evanovich, Julie Garwood, Judith McNaught...all of these ladies have swept me off my feet with their beautifully detailed characters and stories. Though in real life I'm fairly certain romance doesn't exist...I can't help but twirl a lock of hair around my finger and smile when two tragedy-plagued characters find each other amidst the storms of life and live happily ever after. *soft, girlish sigh*
5. I'm insane about nutrition, and it irritates me that I am SO knowledgeable about the way the body metabolizes lipids, proteins, and amino acids, yet I still can't get achieve physical satisfaction myself. I'm extremely Nazi-esque (and I hope that doesn't offend anyone) about my regimented eating habits and exercise schedule that I actually OVER DO it...but I still can't lose some of my curves and softer feminine characteristics that I would like bid goodbye. I'm pissed off at my biological composition and am starting to resign myself that no matter how much whey protein I choke down or how many hours I spend lifting and running at the gym...my DNA won't magically change and I might always look the way I do now. It's a little disheartening that I'll never be an Olsen twin (that's a joke), but I'd still like to be a bit more "cut." If this were the 1960's I'd have the "ideal" body type, but unfortunately the emaciated, skeletal look is the social norm here in the United States. So even if I'm healthy and svelte by medical standards, I'm still fat by society standards. And I'm not looking for people who know me to say "you're not fat!" I know I'm not fat...I'm just saying that someone off of the street who believes beauty comes in a size 2 package wouldn't glance twice at me. Is that my fault?