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The Post About Toes

My toes lie dormant for most of the year, nestled in warm fuzzy socks and hidden from the cold by thick furry boots. Much like groundhogs, they hibernate until they feel the soft breeze of spring tickle them during a night when they were violently kicked out from under the covers. And that, that is when they wake up and start demanding what they feel is rightfully theirs: freedom.

From all of you out there freaking out because I’m implying that my toes have an independent thought pattern, calm your over-enthusiastic horses. I’m not saying that my toes suddenly start moving all by themselves and ask the brain if they can break up with my body just to pitter-patter away on their own adventures. I like to think that my toes love me far to much to ever act on the great threat of 2011 (don’t ask.), so don’t y’all go chopping off your toes in fear that they’ll decide to discover China without you. Seriously, don’t, you’ll look like a wounded ostrich when you walk around.

I, being the generous and fair goddess that y’all claim me to be, give them their freedom earlier than most. Roughly translated into human lingo, this means that by March I can be seen prancing around the streets of Paris in my favorite pair of flip flops, gathering stares of disdain from most, awe from some and admiration from the rare few. I mean I have nothing against normal shoes, I wear sneakers and flats like everyone else, but there’s nothing quite like that first day when you walk outside, wiggle your toes and feel the raw air on your feet.

Having feet free of the constraints of suffocating socks and shoes is a part of summer that I love and that I would have a hard time living without, which is part of the reason that I could never thrive in Siberia. That and I don’t speak Russian. Now I know that some people simply can’t take off their shoes and walk across a lawn or a beach barefoot. Ladies, gentlemen and aliens, you are missing out. There are few feelings more enjoyable than having sand filter through your toes or letting your feet sink into a shaggy carpet of juicy green grass.

So (I feel as if I’m in a commercial, advertizing some natural health enhancer thing), take off your shoes, let your toes breathe, and walk through the grass. Well, except if you live in the city, in which case don’t, because the grass is covered in a thick layer of dog piss. Side effects of walking barefoot through an urban park may include fungi, disgust and consequential barfing. You are forwarned. Peace out.

Live long and prosper \V/
Sincerely,
The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: Am I the only one who’s been having some trouble with WordPress lately? My notifications don’t always show up, my reader won’t load… It’s the weirdest thing.

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The Versatile Blogger Award (<– Whaaaaat)

Holy cow on a cracker, I’ve been nominated for an award 🙂 I figured I might as well do it so my awesome audience can know a little bit more about me! Or they might just, you know, not care. I’m taking a chance on this one! I have to thank the lovely Attempting Reality for nominating me, you guys should check out her blog, it’s funny, quirky and generally amazeballs amazing.

Here are the rules:

– Display the Award Certificate on your blog (with great pleasure)

– Link back to the person who nominated you (HA, I would have done that anyway, she’s awesome)

– Present 15 awards to 15 deserving bloggers (I’ve only been blogging for two weeks, but I’ll try!)

– Leave them a comment to let them know after you have linked them to a post. (on their ‘about’ page?)

– Post 7 interesting things about yourself. (crap. 7 interesting things? that many?)

OK, so 7 interesting things. Suck it up Confused Teen (I would put my name, but I’m conserving anonymity on the big bad Internet), and think. In case you were wondering, yes, I often give myself pep talks. And if you weren’t, well… well… I have no words. Anywho, here goes.

1. I have a weird obsession with cookies and sports. Have you noticed?

2. I was born in the same clinic where the French first lady (at the time, Carla Bruni) had her baby and passed it everyday for years on my way to school. I feel special right? Not.

3. I lived in San Francisco from the age of 2 months to 6 years. Because our (pink) house was in West Portal on a hill where it was always foggy, my mom would bundle me up in sweaters and turtlenecks before school in the morning, only to go down into the valley to find that the sun was blazing and it was sweltering hot. Ironically enough, she didn’t stop doing that when she found out about the weather differences. Now I’m thinking she was out to get me.

4. I have never spent more than 3 years in a school, and I won’t before college. I always held it against my parents that we moved around so much, but now I realize that if we hadn’t, I would have never met all the amazing people that are in my life today *dabs tissue daintily against eye and blows nose like a trumpet*

5. I never eat much when I’m not home, but when I am I eat waaaay to much. I then feel guilty about it, and eat some more. At this point I usually get called out to play baseball or football because my mom has noticed that the chocolate chip cookies are all gone and since she’s convinced that a future of lying on a couch eating chips like Honey Boo Boo’s mom awaits me, she feels responsible to ensure that I move around enough. I appreciate her motives, but as a naturally lazy person, I say ugh.

6. I’m claustrophobic, which is one of the reasons that I love the countryside, convertible cars and Field of Dreams. Although it does kind of piss me off that I can’t go in the tube slides at the water park. I wonder if you feel like you’re processed food going down the intestine when you’re inside.

7. I am a perfectionist. If I don’t position my toothbrush exactly right in its holder, I feel like it’s calling me to come back and arrange it again. On second thought, maybe I’m just crazy.

There, if you had the courage and perseverance to read all of that, you now know 7 things about me. I’ll nominate 15 bloggers, and even if they don’t take up the challenge, I think it’s cool that you can see their links and check them out!

http://thehowlingfantogs.wordpress.com

http://questionableradioactivity.wordpress.com

http://floodedroses.wordpress.com/

http://mydaysasme.wordpress.com/

http://mishal99.wordpress.com/

http://keepitcalmandcarryon.wordpress.com/

http://gammagamification.wordpress.com/

http://acuriousgal.wordpress.com/

http://theworldoffluffiness.wordpress.com/

http://smalltownbear.wordpress.com/

http://longlivethemouse.wordpress.com/

http://rejectreality101.wordpress.com/

http://sarahdiariesblog.wordpress.com/

http://iamtoofree.com/

http://curlysblog.wordpress.com/

I’d also like to point out http://girlwiththesilverlocket.wordpress.com/ and http://collegesportstown.com/ as great blogs to follow.

Live long and prosper \V/

Yours sincerely,

The Mostly Confused Teenager.

PS: I didn’t hyperlink the nominees because I’m too lazy. Just thought I’d clear that up.

The most thank you’s a girl can give

ImageWhen I started this blog, I assumed that no one would really read it. I mean, being unwilling to disclose my true name/identity made it impossible for me to recruit people on Facebook and so on. But a brave little (well, 5 feet 7 inches none the less) loser inside of me decided that since I love writing, I was going to give it a go.

The first post I made wrote was “Introduction to a 16 year old”. A couple hours after I had posted it my first comment came in. It gave me such a rush, it was really quite strange. So thank you Jeyna Grace for being the first to comment! Faruq Hassan gave me my first like and Opiniated Man was the first to follow me. I couldn’t believe it, I just felt like rushing to each of them and giving them a huge hug. (I’m… um… sorry if that sounds weird).

And now, a short week later, I have 40 followers and over 250 views on the blog. I know that may seem inconsequential to those of you with 6 or 7 times that but to me it’s something that I never would have imagined. I mean, 40 people actually thought the ramblings of a 15 year old me were good enough to warrant a follow? I’m truly honored.

So thank you. Thank you to each and every one of you who liked, commented and/or subscribed. It means the world to me and gives me a feeling of pride that I’ve never experienced before. I’ll do my best to keep supplying you guys with content that I deem acceptable enough to go on the Internet (which is most certainly not everything). And to those who are still (oh please do) discovering my blog, welcome to the canvas of my life. Momentary poetic inspiration: check!

Live long and prosper \V/

The Mostly Confused Teenager.