So I've gone a little crazy with reading lately and consume a lot of time reading either terribly chick-lit over toned books or memoirs. Sandi had suggested I read "are you there vodka, its me Chelsea" so I picked up a copy the other day. It is unreal I'm laughing so hard at everything on the page. Its basically jsut a stand up comedien who has written a memoir on bits of her life.
However there is a dangerous thing that happens to me when I particularly enjoy something- I think I can do it as well. I think I've had a discussion with someone before about this but if I stop and think about I actually have an overabundance of confidence in my skills- some sorta of reverse self-esteem issue. The result in past is that I enter into things with the false confidence of someone who acutually has amazing skills in the area of focus and with accomplish the task with ease and distinction. things like applying to law school, and basically any sporting activity I participate in -case in point: tricking people into letting me play university basketball for two years (both ending how they probably should have started).
Well this over confidence paired with the love of the hilarious memoir has equated in me absolutely positive I can write a memoir like this. The only thing holding me back is that I don't have a computer and actually having to write out the garbage I spewed from my head would result in numerous hand cramps, the most horrific spelling and grammar, and the potential for it to me found by someone, read, and having me tested for metal instability.
One saving grace is that I come up with these plans that will be easy to complete with my abundance of "skills" but most of the time I snap back into reality before they can bring me any true embarrassment(except when it comes to sport- I always go through with those things with the same result- FAIL)- like I just read the last paragraph and I realised I've decided to publish a book- give you're head a shake. It would end up being about super embarrassing personal experiences that would just be super awkward for anyone to actually read (except I would find it unbelievably hilarious).
I'll stick to blogging
Messages to pass on:
*I'm so pumped for all the visits I'll be getting in the spring
*currently have wicked heart burn
*the librarian I see most often scowls uncontrollably, and has an odd affinity for mock turtle necks and white tights- I've nick named her Foxy MacDougal.
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are you sure this "Foxy MacDougal" isn't Freya.?
You do have skills - I sense underlying tones of desperation. I think you'll get into law school when you're ready.
I had a dream you came home for a visit last night. Carter is practically walking and talking - he's a genius.
WTF Heather I knew someone was going to say that but none of my turtles are mock!
Hey Rachel, first of all you ARE NOT a failure. YOU ARE A SUCCESS. I would agree you are little over confident when a camera is around, ie Waldo but, i love your confidence. It makes you who you are. Second of all, i know you will be a fine lawyer one day. Heather (the best daughter) is typing this for me cause i have not yet acquired typing skills, especially on douchonmandic. ("That is a curse word Heather")
lollollol.
Heather is out of control she is overconfident and obnoxious.
"douche man dick isn't even a word Heather"
Im struggling to wrench the computer out of Heathers hands to say goodnight so i do hope you get this message. Love You. Mom.
i think you're wrong, rach. you're okay at some things.
"are you there vodka, it's me chelsea" is sitting on my coffee table. i just picked it up from the library today- i have been on the reserve list for about 4 months. finally having it in my hands was thrilling.
however i am in a sort of moral dilemma. next to chelsea handler's book is a 1180 page anthology of canadian literature from which i am supposed to read poems of confederation and railway building... thrilling really. not to mention the countless books about genocide and torture and (of course) the holocaust i have to "read."
anyways, the point is i have no time to read this fabulous book! i read the first chapter and was in hysterics. my favorite line - "even though porridge is a perfectly suitable meal for a bear, i couldn't resist asking my mother if we were having goldilocks over for dinner."
i don't know what to do. do you think that i could read it between the sex trafficing and slavery week? the arts department is so depressing.
i'm sorry i was rambling. i miss ya lil gaffer.
and i was kidding - i actually think that you're okay at a lot of things.
Dearest Rachel listen to your mom.... I think you do well at everything you put your mind to. Seriously at times I am a bit jealous!! But I know how you feel..... I didn't get accepted for a hospital residency this year (boo). Key is to find the upside...Upside for me = I now have time after graduation to travel, I think I might check out Scotland (what do you think?)...Everything happens for a reason; Stay positive! Miss ya!
p.s. if you wrote a book I would totally buy it! I could spell check it too ;)
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