This year’s starting out on a high note; it’s been less than a week and I’ve already finished my first book. I went straight for a classic:Bossypants by Tina Fey. I had considered writing down my favorite quotes to share, but honestly the whole thing is hilarious and excerpting from this work of genius wouldn’t do it justice. I will, however, share this one part that really resonated with me:
“I did go to one fraternity formal with a devastatingly handsome guy named Awbrey Madison Cartwright III from Georgia. I mean, this guy looked like Clark Kent, no joke. He held my chair for me and opened doors. He was genteel and attentive. There was only one problem. Here’s how our exchange went when he invited me to the formal:
Tina sits on the steps in front of the theater building, chatting with friends from acting class. Awbrey Cartwright approaches.
Tina: Hey, Awbrey, you’re gay, right?
Awbrey: (thrown) What? No, I was coming over here to ask if you want to go to my formal with me.
Tina: Oh. Sure.I was right, by the way. He was for dudes.”
See? It happens to the best of us.
But really, I can honestly say 2014 is already looking a bit more promising than last year. (To all of those who read my Christmas post and then sent me concerned messages – I’m fine! Really! To the boy who called me a nihilist – that’s not funny. I do not like that.) Our third roommate moved in from Tallahassee this weekend and is a sunny addition to our house, adding diversity to mine and Joelle’s curly-haired comedy bit where we make unfeminine gestures and joke about how we can’t handle crowds or staying up past 9 p.m. Her arrival has also given me a necessary break from my backstabbing cat, who apparently gives out her love to anybody with a foam mattress. This has really helped me be able to read in my bed without getting cat butt in my face.
A few years ago, I was finishing up a long day of nannying when a guy crush (presumably straight) invited me to a Halloween party he was DJ’ing. I looked like crap, and let’s be honest, probably had toddler poop smudged on me somewhere, but I was too excited to not go and too tired to get properly dressed up. I ran home, put on the cat ears I’ve worn nearly every Halloween since high school, and went to the party.
I was also wearing my glasses, this being in the middle of a brief period of time when my right eye swelled at the sight of contacts and all my ophthalmologist could say of the matter was, “Hmmmmmm.” I thought it was pretty clear what “costume” I was half attempting that night, but a guy tried to give me more credit with his snide guess.
“Are you Liz Lemon dressed as a cat?”
2010 Amira: Embarrassed. Crestfallen, even.
2014 Amira: COMPLIMENT ACCEPTED.
THIS YEAR RULES. TINA FEY RULES.
Source:
http://amirajensen.com/?p=1427
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