who me?

y'know being a cool kid is hard. which is probably why i'm going to stop convincing myself i am. i figure, if you're a loser, you have rungs of coolness to ascend and a contentment about your current position. however, if you're the cool kid, you have reputations to keep and a loong way to fall, in the case of missing a step. with shame i confess i used to frequently look down upon people for all manner of reasons, convinced i was, somehow and magically better than them.

it's been about the length of a week that i've come to terms with my uncoolness, and i'm totally rocking it! amidst my lisp, dagalicious laughter and lameness beyond comprehension, i've come to see that people around me are so much more beautiful than, yours truly.

i'm not all that. i'm not the one with a kazillion friends or a fashionesta's way of strutting a beautiful body. i'm the complain-at-the-wrong-time and the ask-about-the-obvious. i'm the trip-over-myself and opposite of photogenic. i'm the too-keen-to-get-to-know-new-people and the accidentally-make-encouragements-sound-sarcastic-or-condescending. i'm the only-get-my-cool-clothes-from-the-op-shop and the i-still-blush-profusely-at-age-20. i'm the parachute pants and the never been kissed fridget.

but i'm totally glad i'm not a cool kid - because then i'd never be perfect enough.

as a loser, i'm the poster girl.