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by Elodia Strain
In fourth grade it was my glasses. In fifth, the fact that I was taller than all the boys. In sixth it was that not all of my clothes were—let’s say it with a French accent—Esprit. And in tenth it was the car I drove to school: the family station wagon.
To what am I referring, you ask? The things that over the course of my youth made me feel un-cool, dorky, dweeby, nerdy— whatever you want to call it.
But that’s the great thing about growing up. There comes a time when all the things that used to make you feel dorky, just make you feel, well, you. And so today, by way of this blog, I’m proudly celebrating the top 20 reasons I’m a dork—and proud of it!
- I still remember every step to the Macarena.
- I love Wheel of Fortune and am a proud member of the Wheel Watchers Club.
- I sometimes go to movies that are aimed at people half my age. Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, anyone?
- I cringe when my younger brother says “Hecka.”
- I used to say “Hecka” when I was his age.
- I still use zit cream.
- I want to wear high heels with jeans, but I’ve never gotten farther than my front door.
- I like doing my taxes.
- My husband and I have dozens of pet names that would probably make you want to throw up.
- I was Valedictorian of my high school class.
- I may or may not watch The Hills.
- I often bust moves when I’m running on the treadmill.
- I don’t know how to whistle. I just can’t figure it out.
- I watch Novelas on Univision.
- And I like them.
- I still have N*SYNC and Backstreet Boys music in my collection.
- And I listen to it.
- I know how to make balloon animals.
- I’m a little bit afraid of the MAC counter.
- I sometimes pretend I’m Rachael Ray when I’m cooking.
So all you blog readers, spill: What things would make it into your "Dork Diary"?