Thursday, February 24, 2011

it had to be one of us.

those of you who know me, know,

i am not a "girly girl."

evidence. i don't even know how to style my hair.

i wouldn't call myself a tomboy by any means. but come on people. i showered maybe four times last semester. i find random dreadlocks in my hair. i take 3 minutes to get ready in the morning. i abhor all things hannah montanna, twilight, & high school musical. i live barefoot, i save chewed gum in my pockets for later, i can tile a bathroom, i burp on command, & i don't know the first thing about makeup.

and yet i swear i've somehow become that girl of the group here.
the ditz. the girly girl.
i guess it's not such an achievement when you spend every waking hour with only 11 other american kids. it had to be one of us.

but honestly.

so what if i tan on the roof after class everyday? everyone looks better with bronzed skin. and aren't we all going to rush to the nail salon for a manicure & pedicure first thing upon returning home? (i am GRIMY here, & no amount of scrubbing will change that.) who cares if i only drink diet coke? and if no one else is going to stick up for a walk to remember, the notebook, & shamefully enjoyable romantic movies everywhere, well then i will!

i guess alls i'm trying to say is, i love being a girl. i might not take my hygiene as seriously as some people, but i still enjoy leaning back in a comfy chair & having a petite asian woman exfoliate my feet & paint my toes.

and nicholas sparks, i appreciate you & what you're doing.

2 comments:

Anna Diederich said...

i know how ya feel...maaaan.

Amy Hanson said...

you said it sistah.