misssmartypants

I first want to say thanks for all the posts on the last blog. It was weird even posting that since I'm not much of a sharer, but there's a small piece of Kristen for you.

So I have a lot of time to think on the drive to work and home. It's about 45 minutes, and completely back roads. You have the choice of day dreaming, sleeping, or jamming out. This morning I choose to think, this is what my brain decided to feast on.

Everyone get ready to dust my shoulders off. Since I was in the third grade, I've always been in the spotlight as far as the local newspaper goes. I was very good in sports (not to mention about 2x the size of everyone else my age) so my picture made it in there a lot. I can remember especially in high school, the columnist would come and take lots of pictures of practices, games, and even just us hanging out. Now that I work where I work, we've done a few charity events and the newspaper has been there. They have taken quite a few pictures of me, probably because I'm the weirdo who will jump in front of a camera. I was thinking this morning, where are all those pictures now? The guy back in high school who took them, I mean it wasn't like a few shots, it was like rolls of film per time he came out. Was he just a dirty old man getting his jollies? It'd be nice to be able to flip through some of those and reminiscence about the old days of basketball and softball. I just ponder their existence and where they are. And was he a pervert, I vote yes. I bet he still has a shrine at his house.

I also thought about this. I really don't think I'm going to find the guy of my dreams in Georgia. I don't know what it is about this state, but guys do not dig me here. I can go anywhere else in the world, and I'm a hottie with a naughty body. I haven't changed anything, I act the same, everything... it's like it's just another world. In Georgia world, I am a fat girl with huge pimples on her face.... maybe moles all over her neck. I don't get it. I'm not complaining or being sad, I don't really care. I actually enjoy being single right now. It's more of a curiosity... why? No where that I hang out does anyone know me, so it's not like it's weird in that way. I make a point to scope out places I've never been to meet new people. Every time it never fails, I turn out to be the girl that is a great friend, but that's all. I think Georgia has put a curse on me. My roots here have turned there back on me. Maybe I'm better than Georgia. I've honestly never met anyone who was just smitten with me. I guess I don't stand out here. The curious side of me is going to drive me insane.

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That's that folks.