Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Wherein you discover I'm twelve

Most people who know me, know I really am 12 years old. Poop is gross (but funny), boys are meany heads and hanging out with my friends is the coolest.

I have a few obsessions loves that are just further proof I'm no more than 12, at least maturity wise.

HSM: Or, as some of you may know it, High School Musical. Singing, dancing, high school drama of which boy has the hottest body? SIGN ME UP. And it doesn't hurt matters that Zac Efron does have the hottest super bod.

Barbie dolls: I never really played with Barbies when I was little. I was more into G.I.Joes. Nowadays, it's not uncommon to find at least one doll in my purse at all times. And, no, The Girl doesn't play with them, either.  See, the doll has purple hair. I have purple hair. The doll is ME (Freud is having a field day). My BFF (or wifey, doesn't really matter) has one as well.  We take them places and make them do funny (and mostly inappropriate things). I currently have two versions: Barbie Jenn 1.0 and Barbie Jenn 2.0. There was an unfortunate accident with Jenn 1.0, and she became decapitated. I may, or may not have, traveled cross country with no less than 12 dolls in my carry on. Most were related to my last love: Twilight

Twilight: (quit judging me!) No, it's not a greatly written literary novel. Yes, the main male character is a creepy stalker. Yes, the main female character is sometimes really dumb. And, yes, I really love it. Don't ask me to explain it. It is what it is. And, okay, I'll admit, I DID travel across country to go to Forks, Washington, with 12 dolls. 4 Barbies and 8 Official Twilight dolls. With a bunch of people I'd never met from the internet. *waits for the mass exodus*
If you're still here, you'll hear lots more about my love for Twilight. Sorry (not really), but I do love a badly written love story. I mean, come one, is it really any better than reading about heaving bosoms? What's the difference?
 Welcome to Forks! They're such nice people dolls!

Now you know a little more about me. About what makes me, well, me. What's your guilty inner 12 year old pleasure?

8 comments:

  1. I haven't been 12 for yeeeeaaaaarss... but I'll be 13 again in 2.5 years.

    Yesterday at K-Mart, I said to jer "Ooh! Maybe I can find a me a new head!" :)

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    1. Maybe a new head is order for me as well :)

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  2. Remind me to share the photos of Stripper Skipper with you. She's the barbie doll that I turned into a stripper for a friend's birthday. She had purple hair that smelled like grapes. I made her sexy stockings, vajazzled her, and made her a stage with a pole to strip on. I then took her to the bar and a friend's high school reunion. And because I always go 110%, I got her signed by a rockstar. Needless to say, I love barbie.

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    1. #thisiswhyiloveyou
      I'm planning a Barbie Jenn and Barbie Ann post one day. I gotta find all my pics. Barbie Ann has a tattoo, but no signing. Might have to do that one!!

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  3. I love all of those things. My daughter's 14, and I find myself secretly wishing I wasn't too old to shop at Hot Topic when she does. I also find myself watching her TV shows. Hey, have you SEEN how cute those boys in Big Time Rush are??

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    1. I try to stay away from Disney Channel shows-they make me feel like a pedophile. (Even more so than usual). Also: I won't judge you if you shop at Hot Topic! I'll take you there myself :)

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  4. Absolutely on the Twilight, also? Farting. I do it. And it's funny.

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    1. Bwahahaha! Farting is the funniest of all bodily functions!

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