Style Rookie

If you can't tell already, I haven't always been the coolest. I always say that I want my future (very future) children to be giant nerds so that they are forced to develop a personality and distinct interests that aren't "going to the mall" and "doing dirty things in closets".

When I was younger, the loser kids at school made fun of me, that's how ridiculous I was. I was always playing "imagination games". In 5th grade, my teacher gave out awards at the end of the year, and mine was the "Nose in A Book" award. I remember sitting in my little plastic chair, waiting for my award to come up, heart fluttering whenever a new one was about to be announced, and becoming instantly, painfully aware that I was wearing weird shorts with Teva sandals and that my legs were hairier than all the other girls' (because I hadn't become self-aware enough to shave them yet). My wardrobe when I was 12 consisted of baggy corduroy pants with zippered tops, and my favorite item of clothing was a pair of burgundy corduroy overalls that had Winnie the Pooh and friends on them. I kept wearing them even when I snagged the "hammer holder" on a drawer, letting it flap around for weeks until my mom captured me and cut it off. I hadn't ever really been very cognizant of the way I look or act, only becoming aware of it within the last 5 or 10 years.

Anyways, I came across this blog, written by a 12-year-old girl, and I was so taken aback by how creative and intelligent she was, and how all pretense was missing from her writing because she's so young. I mean, seriously, check this out and tell me you don't love this girl:

"School has been blah. More specifically, school people. Luckily, I have a new strategy in dealing with people who think knowing everything about nothing and
talking about it all the time makes them Jesus: I imagine myself throwing an atomic apple at them then stomping on them in Rodarte and a crown a la Where The Wild Things Are."

And then she made a little example:

She reminds me a lot of my friend Hanna, with whom I grew up. She was always dressing totally crazy and had this Polish mother that totally supported her whims, and I was always a little bit jealous that she was allowed to be such a free spirit.

Anyways, I wish I were like this girl when I was 12 -- hell, I wish I was like her now! But read her blog, it's so great.

Baby's Gettin Old

So I decided that in order to celebrate my 10,000th hit, I would see exactly how old Lil' Good Bloggie really is:

You are 2 years old . . .
or 31 months old or 134 weeks old or 939 days old or 22536 hours old or 1352163 minutes old or 81129832 seconds old

And, your next birthday is in: 158 days 13 hrs 57 mins 8 secs as of 11:05am

Pretty cool, right? I'm actually kind of proud that I've kept this thing up for so long. I mean, there were times that I neglected it when it threw tantrums, or ignored it when it was doing something bad, but the love's still there, folks.