Everybody has a dream. I am no exception. Some girls dream of being a ballerina, or having a pony or having babies. Not me. My dreams were bigger.
I wanted to be a hand model.
A lady at the mall told me I should be one when I was 11, and ever since then I've thought of it as a nice back up plan for life. Aside from my Barcelona back up plan. One can never have too many back up plans.
But, tragically, my hand modeling dreams have been crushed. The side of my pinkie finger was caught in a tragic battle between metal and magnets. Strong magnets that unexpectedly pulled the key chain around my pinkie to them. My pinkie was an innocent bystander.
Now it has a small red dot memorizing where the tragic event took place.
No one will ever hire me now. It may take years for this blemish to dissipate. No one will hire a washed-up, would-be, hand model then.
I have no dreams.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I wish...
I think it's fair to say that I wish I looked like Hiedi Klum.
I just wish my name wouldn't be Hiedi.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Apologies
I'm sorry everyone. I hadn't realized it was almost 2 weeks since I last updated. But at this moment I'm a little busy and have few creative ideas. But, I can promise that in 2 weeks I will have more time- substantially more time.
That's because on Friday, I quit my job. Rather, I put in my 2 weeks notice. I feel so free and happy. I'm just going to miss my discount. But I am going to love having those 40 hours a week back.
I could go swimming. I haven't worn a bathing suit in around 3 years... maybe 2- but only because 3 sounds rather extreme. I'm just too insecure in my bathing suit to go prancing around with all those other, tanner girls prancing around doing their tan girl thing.
Maybe I could go rollerskating. I was once a pro on my rollerblades. I would win the speed races. "Kali the Athlete!" they would all chant. Alright, maybe that last part wasn't true, but the other was. My only problem was that I couldn't stop. I just ran into things, and once a boy who had fallen in front of me. I bruised his bones. I was intense.
I could also go mountain climbing. That would be out of my zone of activity. I can totally see myself climbing Mt. Everest- without oxygen. Again, I am intense. My little pale self.
Basically, I'm going to have a lot more free time to write witty banter on a regular basis. Pinkie swear.
That's because on Friday, I quit my job. Rather, I put in my 2 weeks notice. I feel so free and happy. I'm just going to miss my discount. But I am going to love having those 40 hours a week back.
I could go swimming. I haven't worn a bathing suit in around 3 years... maybe 2- but only because 3 sounds rather extreme. I'm just too insecure in my bathing suit to go prancing around with all those other, tanner girls prancing around doing their tan girl thing.
Maybe I could go rollerskating. I was once a pro on my rollerblades. I would win the speed races. "Kali the Athlete!" they would all chant. Alright, maybe that last part wasn't true, but the other was. My only problem was that I couldn't stop. I just ran into things, and once a boy who had fallen in front of me. I bruised his bones. I was intense.
I could also go mountain climbing. That would be out of my zone of activity. I can totally see myself climbing Mt. Everest- without oxygen. Again, I am intense. My little pale self.
Basically, I'm going to have a lot more free time to write witty banter on a regular basis. Pinkie swear.
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