When I was nine I ran for a position on the Student Council. I’m not sure if they have Student Council here. . . (It’s a little faux government body that makes the kids feel involved in the school but they don’t do more than make organise bake sales.)
I’m not sure why I ran. I wasn’t a really popular kid. . . my family had just moved back to the area after a year away.
I waited a bit late to make my posters and my little buttons saying Vote For Nicole! And I found the entire thing really embarrassing so it was no huge surprise that I didn’t win.
I don’t remember who really won, but I imagine it was Lisa who kept telling me she was going to bring me one of these troll dolls—
Bitch never did.
I don’t know why I wanted one of these trolls so bad. It was 1979. . . what can I say.
At work I sometimes get feedback to not be so ready to talk about what I’ve done wrong and to blow my own horn.
It’s not that I don’t think I’m great. . . I just find it a bit embarrassing to say how great I am and as much as I enjoy other people telling me I’m great, that embarrasses me too.
Not that I like negativity. People telling me I suck sends me straight to plotting their painful death at the hands of Tom Cruise shrieking the principles of Scientology at them.
What can I say. I’m complicated.
So if you dig the ramblings, the whinging and the occasional railing at British grocery stores for not carrying graham crackers that you find in this corner of the WWW, it might me nifty of you to nominate me for a Brit Blog Award.
If not, that’s okay too. I’m just happy that you’re here.
(I’ll bake you cookies and make you margaritas if you vote for me)
February 26th, 2007 at 9:54 pm
Do you remember when Marcia Brady ran for Student Counsel President?
Vote for Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!