Thursday, July 06, 2006

100-percent Pure Nerd

Chances are good that if you have met me you know that I’m a dork. (Actually, even those of you who haven’t had the fortune of meeting me probably know this…but whatever.) My family is a bunch of nerds – mom read encyclopedias growing up and dad knows the scientific names for all things flora and fauna – so I come by it naturally. I recognized and came to terms with my inability to escape dorkiness a long time ago, but every now and then I get to feeling like I’m maybe a little bit cool. And that’s when God decides to throw it back in my face that I am oh-so-uncool.

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5. My ex-boyfriend tells me I’m “quirky.” Quirky? Not necessarily the best connotation there, buddy. But at least he did say that was one of the things he liked about me…which probably means he’s a huge nerd too. Super.

4. I scroll through pictures from the last year or so only to realize that, in 85% of them, I am making some lame face/hand motion, performing random acts of overt nerdiness, or scaring small children. (Photos to come if I can ever figure out how to post them...help!)


3. I discuss (without the slightest bit of shame) my frequent use of the internet to research the menus of restaurants at which I will eat later in the day. I embarrassed to say that, until this week, I never knew other people didn’t do this. But I’m also proud to say I found a fellow internet nerd and restaurant stalker; three cheers for Queen MAB!

2. I go to a party and meet lots of new people. I find out the next day they have given me a new nickname. “Sweet,” I think, “what is this ultra cool new nickname?!” Are you ready for this? They give me “Cute as a Button.”

1. As I’m driving down the interstate singing every single word to “Always” by Atlantic Star, I am also playing the license plate game. This is a little something my dad and I have always done, where you try and come up with the best word using the three letters in the license plate in front of you. The letters must be in order and you can not use personal nouns. You get points for length of word, originality, and speed in coming up with an answer. Bonus for choosing a word that does not begin with the first letter in the set of three. Example: License plate is SEL 394. Your answer of “seal” would be suitable, but the longer, more unique, and more advanced word of “visceral” would win you that round. The fact that I, a. actually know these “rules,” b. actually play this “game”…by myself no less, and c. do so while singing the most awesomely bad ‘80s ballad EVER all make it so clear...


And those are just from the past week. Totally cool, I am.

But then there’s this antidotal anecdote to my nerd quandary -- This year in Lexington, KY there were four entities which had the legal right to ignite fireworks: the City of Lexington, the Lexington Country Club, the Kentucky Horse Park…and my parents’ annual Fourth of July soiree. That’s a little bit badass, I’m not gonna lie.


P.S. Happy 1-year Anniversary to Me and Nashville!!! I couldn't be happier with how things are going; I love you! xoxo

3 comments:

Mary Anna said...

5) Quirky is the new sexy.
4) The "Claw" (caw! caw!) I can help with the photo uploading---just give me a ring-a-ding-ding.
3) If I spent time in the restaurant deciding what I'd like to eat, then the people at my table would become rather annoyed at me. In matters of food, careful decision making skills should be employed as well as thorough research conducted. And my internet addiction is not limited only to restaurant menus...
2) Did Scottie-too-Hottie originate from a party?
1) YES! I SO have a new car game!!!!

I still hope to someday attend a Scott Family 4th of July Soiree and maybe even participate in the sparkler girls routine!

And lastly, congratulations on your Nashville anniversary!!!

Anonymous said...

Hilarious!!!
So glad you're here!!!

LANA - a fellow nerd/dork

emilyb said...

You're in good company. In 2nd grade I asked for the history of the TVA book for Christmas, and in 5th grade all I wanted for Christmas was a filing cabinet.

Nuff said...