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Good Morning...

ugggg its 10:00am and i am exhausted. i have nothing of great importance to share today. But that's the whole point of this blog, its here for me to push myself to write.  In my second year of university my over dramatic creative writing teacher, who wore a Barret ( i don't know why but that Barret always pissed my shit off, like what did you get it in Paris? are you french or something or is that Barret suppose to make you seem cultured and shit... cuz it doesn't!)    told our class

" your talent is a muscle. it is connected to the right side of your brain and extends itself to your arm and then to your pen, if you don't work this muscle out your writing will get weaker. so write every morning when your mind is clear, exercise your creativity."

Dramatic as she was,  she had a point,  so today i will write.

Lets talk about our most embarrassing moments shall we?

okay now i have had  many of these. Being accident prone and needing glasses, i tend to fall into things like stop sign polls, tables.  I trip over my own feet, i spill things and drop things on a regular bases.
But nothing tops  Halloween 1997.

i was a Gypsy that year and super excited about it. I was by no means an attractive kid back in the day. I was scrawny, tall, had big fish eyes and long hair that was never smooth and shiny, but  instead was always knotted and frizzy.  Now being a gypsy meant i got to wear make-up, which in my world meant that not being attractive didn't mean i wasn't gonna look beautiful.

 I always imagined that wearing make-up was like magic. You could cover things up, you could bring out your best features, maybe even look like an entirely different person, and i couldn't wait to see how much it could do for my appearance.

Now i wasn't going trick or treating that year because i felt 10 was just too old to trick or treat.. i figured 10 was like 2 years away from 12 which was 1 year away from 13, all of which made me so close to being a teenager.  So i stayed in and handed out treats.

That evening when the doorbell rang i opened the door to the boy i had the biggest crush on that year , dressed as a ninja turtle. His name? cosimo. ugly fucking name come to think of it. Anyway, i opened the door and there stood cosimo and his friends.. who by the way were huge bullies and had on more then one occasion reduced me to tears.

I was nervous to be face to face with the boy i was way to shy to ever talk to,  but thought how lucky that i was in least wearing makeup on this occasion. I imagined that cosimo could  see  how  beautiful i was now that i had lipstick and mascara on.  I imagined that he would dump his girlfriend Fern, who surely was not as beautiful as me on this night, and that we would be the ones holding hands at third recess... the longest recess of course. Fern would be jealous..  furious even at his betrayal..  but i would be  humble and kind, befriend her and she would see that i was the better choice, and give us her blessing.

So i smiled politely and gave the bullies 1 lolly pop each, and cosimo practically everything else i had in the bowl.

Now the skirt that my step mom had given me  for my gypsy costume was actually part of an old  costume she had worn the previous year. Due to this  the skirt was way too long on me and i had visions of tripping over it and falling flat on my face infront of cosimo. So as i twirled around  to go back into the house i thought to myself,  don't trip connie, don't trip.

well i didn't trip, instead i stepped on the skirt and it came tumbling down around my ankles exposing my pink granny panties  with even darker pink hearts on them. i froze,  silence.... then  4 boys howling with laughter is what came next. i was mortified and didn't live it down for the entire school year. looking back... i guess i was lucky that i wasn't wearing the barney ones.

so fellow readers... whats your most embarrassing moment?