that girl
So I'm that girl who forgot about the time change and ended up heading to church an hour early. I hate that I am that girl only because this girl really could have used that extra hour of sleep. Oh well. (Luckily I pick people up for church and didn't actually arrive at the church early.)
But I am also that girl who screams aloud during the scary movies. Yesterday Julie, Nicole, and I went to Alamo Drafthouse to see 'The Grudge,' and I definitely screamed out loud at least twice. I'm sure the people behind us loved that. I say 'the people behind us' only because we ended up in the very front row, so everyone was behind us. And on that night I was also that girl who jumped every time the waiter came by to bring something, and that girl who clung to the girl next to her throughout the entire movie (good thing we knew each other...).
But to top all this off, it turns out that I am also that girl who is completely helpless when it comes to her car, which now not only sounds like a wind-up car when it runs, but also lost all AC this morning on the way home from church. I can do nothing about it. I can't even describe the problems with it. This may involve a trip to Dallas next weekend to have Poppy look at it. But it has been awhile since I took that trek up I-35, but that would definitely hurt my plans to go to the Renaissance Festival next weekend-- so we'll see.
And all of that was only from this weekend. In the past few weeks I have been that girl who wore her "George W. Bush is my homeboy" t-shirt to go vote and was turned away; I was that girl who ruined the broomball game by kicking the ball in the wrong direction (and no-- you aren't supposed to kick the ball in the first place); I was that girl who went to take a drink of my iced chai and got the straw stuck up my nose; and finally, I was that girl who showed up to the Halloween costume party without a costume.
I'm that girl-- that's all there is to it. At least I get some laughs out of it-- and hopefully you will too. ;-) I know the Big Guy upstairs does-- He has a great sense of humor. He made me, didn't He?!!!
3 Comments:
It must suck being that girl. I happened to wake up in a small town halfway between Austin and Dallas and yesterday I was that Guy. However i must say that now being "that" guy isn't so bad if it means i get to read rambling emails from that girl.
Awww..isn't that so gee gosh golly darn cute, dontcha know? ;) I'm in such a good mood...you'll have to excuse me, Lindsey...and dude, that was an awesome post response to her post..whoever you are, mystery Guy ;)
My friends crack me up. Thanks for loving me whether I'm this girl or that girl. You guys rock!
luv linz
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