fevah Part II October 28, 2009
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Oh, hi. I’m dying.
Okay maybe not but *whatever the hell I’m battling, it’s currently kicking my ass. Like, if me and this sickness were in a boxing ring, I’d be pinned to the mat yelling “SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, I GIVE UP, YOU WIN- TAKE EVERY SEASON OF THE WEST WING! TAKE MY VINTAGE WRANGLERS FROM THE 70′S THAT DO WONDERS FOR MY BUM! TAKE AWAY SWEET POTATO FRIES FROM THE EARTH! “, the second the starting bell was heard.
I was feeling tremendously sorry for myself while watching ** Lecture 3 in Game Theory (sexily titled “Iterative Deletion and the Median Voter Theorem”- doesn’t that get you hot?), when I remembered that blogging when sick is one of my favourite past times. It’s a good way to expose your illness to a wide audience without infecting people but with the benefit of much sympathy (I’m only half kidding here people).
While reading old posts, I found this one that I wrote while sick (and explains why I have to call it a ‘fevah’) and liked the idea so I’m going to do it again. It’s as easy as Sienna Miller. Just answer any or all of the prompts below in comments. It will be hugely entertaining and I will want to kiss each of you directly on the mouth (after I’m finished battling *whateverthisis) for answering this call of duty.
Prompt #1: I’m reeeeeeally freaking tired of hearing about…
Prompt #2: My favourite meal is…
Prompt #3: Three blogs everyone should be reading are…
Prompt #4: Taylor Swift…
Prompt #5: Long distance relationships are…
Prompt #6: This year for Halloween I’m dressing up as…
Prompt #7: The best sex I ever had involved…
That’s it. Remember, answer all of them or one of them. Or if that’s too daunting- just tell me what you would do with ***Morgan Freeman, a feather duster and a bottle of WD40. Now I’m off to watch some Harry Potter and giggle anytime someone mentions ‘pulling out their wand’. I’m going to stir the pot and say I prefer magical wizards to vampires any day of the week. I’m so old school I can barely stand it.
* Considering that a third of my class is at home with the flu, the majority of my co-workers are out sick- with the flu, and you know, EVERYONE HAS THE FLU- there’s a chance I may have it. But that seems like just seems lame, like I’m jumping on a bandwagon. So I’m thinking of calling this swine cold. With a fevah.
** That site is amazing. Check. It. Out.
*** I know. I said it before. *Whateverthisis has sapped my creative energy. I was thinking of saying something about William Shatner and a can of pizza dough but that just made me nauseous.
“I’m married to the sweetest guy but I’d switch teams for Angelina Jolie” October 27, 2009
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It’s a special bonus The Secret Project: Crush Edition- midweek because I’m all wild sometimes. I’m loving what you are all confessing. Email me at brandyismagic@gmail.com if you have one to share! As always, I’m still taking submissions (for the Crush Editions and the good ol’ regular Secret Project), so if you have something you’d like to share- a crush or otherwise, feel free to email me.
1. I watched the film Wanted (hindhi) and fell in love/crush (:P) with Salman Khan. (Bollywood Actor). The man CAN NOT act. Has deplorable taste in clothes. and even deplorable taste in his choice of movies and has the body of a rock (not a compliment, by any means) . But then i saw him walk in those amazingly fitted jeans, and I was hooked! I swear it must be a sin to watch a man walk like that, his hips rolling..and…oooohhhh…*SIGH*
2. Mr5280
3. My biggest crush ever will have to be *drum roll* George Clooney. Yes. George is the love of my life. He is. Don’t listen to my boyfriend. I’ve evaluated my feelings for George and I think I love him so much is because he is still single. As in, unmarried. This makes me fantasize endlessly about the two of us meeting in a resort nearby and instantly falling in love, getting married, having babies and getting on the cover of People. and then of coz paparazzi pics of us walking on the streets of LA in chic clothes with Brangelina. and all of our kids in tow. on Celebrity Baby Blog. Heaven.
4. There’s a man I work with. He’s older and married and completely, entirely off limits in every way. He’s nothing like the men I typically date, either, but I love him right down to the marrow of my bones. I get a warm glow inside just being around him. He has the most honest, intense blue eyes. When I look at him I know he sees me, and it’s terrifying and exhilerating. That’s probably more than enough gushing. PS, I love your blog. That would be my other crush, of the not-so-secret variety.
5. the only reason i’m confessing this is because i know there are so many other girls just like me. my best friend is a boy. and i’d marry him tomorrow if he asked me.
6. Alec Baldwin. Pierce Morgan. Oh and Mr. Big. All of these crushes should explain why I am single.
7. A perfect handful? Yeah, you are at the top of my list. Don’t tell my girlfriend!
8. I have the biggest thing for Hugh Laurie as House. It’s the awful attitude, the intense brain and the big blue eyes. My best friend has no idea why and he makes fun of me anytime I ask him to turn off the TV or put on House.
9. I have a crush on nicoleantoinette. Wait. That’s a lie. I have a HUUUUUUUGE CRUSH on her. This crush is so big that it has developed gravitational pull. This crush is SO big that it has 5 electoral college votes. THIS crush is so huge that Helen of Troy said, “Now THAT dude is smitten.” So, yeah, I think she’s pretty okay.
10. I have a crush on my friend’s roommate. He is smart, funny, cute, shares my weird sense of humor, and is a great kisser (so it’s not a completely unconsummated crush). He makes me nervous, so I only have the courage to flirt with him after I’ve had a few drinks, so I never know if he feels the same or if it’s just the booze.
And then I gave a ten year old some lingerie October 26, 2009
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This weekend I reclaimed my closet. At first I was just going to tackle spring/summer clothes and store them for the winter in my summer house garbage bags shoved into closets, but then a second of inspiration coupled with a fleeting moment of ambition led to me clearing off all my shelves, unfolding every article, removing each shirt, dress, regrettable sequined ensemble from it’s hanger and tossing it on my bed to be sorted and then placed in an appropriate bag to be either stored or given away.
I had had nearly finished when I stumbled upon a stack of lingerie. A stack that would make Victoria proud. A pile of pink silk, red satin and black lace spilled through my fingers. There were straps and snaps, bows and buttons, enough lingerie to make a man weep with happiness. And I had to get rid of it.
I have this… thing. About lingerie. As in, if one dude has seen me in it, then I really can’t wear it around another dude. It’s as though it’s this reminder of HEY I HAD SEX WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND THEY REALLY ENJOYED THAT STRATEGICALLY PLACED BOW TOO!, which is roughly eight thousand shades of awkward. And of course no man is ever going to ask and no woman is ever going to admit it, but you just want to pretend that whatever you are wearing, isn’t something that other eyes have seen.
(This would be an expensive issue if I dated regularly but given the fact that I’m both lazy and picky and find myself in lingerie situations as often as man witnesses the solar eclipse, it hasn’t really been a problem. However. It’s sort of an issue now. Ahem.)
I decided that I would donate it. It felt REALLY weird to do, but, after scouring Value Village in years past for Halloween costumes, I came to realize that other people donate lingerie and that if someone can’t afford brand new lingerie but still wants to wear it- who am I to deny them that? I heaved the pile into the donate bag, kept on sifting through years of clothes and promptly forgot about the graveyard of sexwear residing in one of the donation bags.
I hauled the three garbage bags to the front door, mentally giving myself a week to haul them to my car (I’m all about baby steps, people), when my doorbell rang. It was the neighbour- thanking me for watching her dog while her family was out of the city at a church retreat. She spoke briefly of how powerful it was to witness people embrace God and how she was so thankful her daughter was with her for the moment. We talked about weather and getting colds and not dressing warmly enough and as the conversation drifted to clothes, I had the thought of giving all the clothes I was going to donate to Value Village to my neighbour’s daughter. She loved the idea and so did I- my neighbour even volunteered to send her daughter over to help me carry the bags to her house (an idea which I promptly fell in love with).
It wasn’t until this afternoon- more than twenty-four hours after I’d given the clothes away that I realized that I forgot the lingerie was in the bags. The bags I gave to a ten year old. Who has deeply religious parents. Who lives right next door.
The worst best part of it all is that I’m not even that surprised that I forgot about the pile and gave sexwear to a minor. That totally fits with how I roll. I’m trying to silver line this situation and the best I can come with is if she decides to dress up like a *slutty fairy for Halloween, she’s got a head start.
Oy.
*Hopefully the fact that you know, she’s TEN, coupled with the fact she’s raised in a really strict religious household will ensure she does not go the slut route on Halloween. If she does, I’m sending her this.
“The more weight I gain, the more I feel pressured to wear a lot of makeup.” October 25, 2009
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1. I look forward to having kids so I can blame my farts on my them.
2. I’m kind of jealous of all my high school peers who post pictures of their babies, houses, and husbands on facebook. I was married once and thought I’d have those things by now. Instead I’ve got a divorce decree, a lousy apartment, and a couple of cats.
3. I cry at sad moments during television shows, but bottle up the tears related to my own emotions. I wish I could share my feelings easier so I could have deeper connections with friends.
4. I always have my ear buds in when I’m at my desk. I am rarely listening to anything. I just use it as a deterrent to people stopping by to chat.
5. I’ve always wondered how I’ll know when I’ve found “the one.” My current theory is that I will have found Mr. Perfect when I’m willing to kick my dogs out of bed so he can sleep there.
6. I spent half an hour this morning looking at wedding pics from my first love’s wedding. At first I had hoped seeing the pictures would offer me some sort of closure. Halfway in, however, I was surprised by how gratifying it was to realize that I would’ve made a MUCH better looking bride than she did. She’s pretty and nice, but all I could think was, “Why in the world didn’t she do her hair and put some make-up on? Did she forget that she was supposed to get married that day?”
7. I envy people with loose morals. They seem to have a hell of a lot more fun than I do.
8. I used to tell my husband that I had no sex drive & then I would bring out toys to fulfill myself when he wasn’t home. The truth is, he just didn’t do it for me anymore.
9. I feel guilty because I have a great job in these horrible economic times, yet I spend 75% of my work days on Facebook, Blogger, etc.
10. My best friend contracted herpes from her boyfriend who got it when he cheated on her. Of all people, she is the last person who should have gotten it. I used to make a lot of herpes jokes (before she told me she had been diagnosed, I joked that I was glad she didn’t get herpes from him after they broke up) but now I want to punch people in the face for thinking it’s funny.
The One Where I Show You My Diamond Encrusted Toothbrush & Tell You Things Every Blogger Should Know October 22, 2009
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I was feeling listy. It was either this or “Ten Swear Words I Said Today Before 9 am“- I really was going to go with that one but three of them made me blush, that’s why I’m going with this. And before anyone complains, yes- I feel that blogging for almost three years (*holey cheese!) makes me a certified expert on blogging even if I a) don’t own my own domain b) have yet to make single dollar off my blog (but I have got a lot of free stuff?) c) have a nervous breakdown every time I try and change my blogroll/design.
Feel free to add your own. Or disagree with mine. If you dare… (I love how menacing ellipses are)
Ten Things Every Blogger Should Know
1. “The more work and heart and soul you put into a post, the fewer comments you’ll get”. – Peter. (Who knows a thing or 900 gazillion things about blogging. And writing fiction).
2. Blogging can be extremely social or incredibly lonely and some days it manages to be both at the very same time.
3. For every person who decides to leave you a comment lacking feeling or compassion or even logical argument- there’s some absolutely kick ass person in the blogging world who will send you a custom-made diamond encrusted toothbrush because you said you wanted one for your birthday.
Proof:
I told you. Kick. Ass. Now I just need someone to wash my car with the tears of orphans and get me mink lined seat covers and I’m absolutely set. Exactly 10 months until my birthday. Begin preparations!
4. Blogging solely for comments is like dating solely for sex. Sure it can be fun for a while but it’s ultimately exhausting and leaves you feeling like an empty broken shell. Or you know, you just get tired of doing it.
5. Blogs evolve.
6. If you let it, twitter will take a crowbar to your blog. It’s easy to get caught up in the 140 character limit world where you don’t have to worry about transition sentences and proper punctuation. Where you can tell only the most scandalous line of the story, the most brief explanation of your thoughts. And though I’m a reformed twitter-holic, I still enjoy it. But I have to say, lately I’ve been missing my blog. As much as I miss new episodes of The West Wing.
7. It is possible to fall in love with roughly 800 gazillion people through your blog. Through it, I’ve found some of my favourite writers people – girls who make me laugh, who make me cry, who make me think, who say it exactly how it is. Girls who make me want to dance in the kitchen, who inspire me to be more than I am, girls who always have a kind word to say and a friendly ear to listen .Girls who make prompt me to get more crafty and ones who write in ways that leave me breathless. Girls who get the parts of me no one else gets. And of course, dudes who cheer for the wrong football team- but send excellent (if not late) emails. And dudes who let me bbm them regarding Zac Efron and Ryan Reynolds abs.
8. Linking to some of your favourites will always make you feel incredibly lucky. (You should be reading all of those delights, if you aren’t already.)
9. Short post titles are less annoying. (I have yet to learn this lesson. Proof? See title).
10. A good post should teach you something, cause you to reflect, leave you wanting more or just include a picture of a diamond encrusted toothbrush an awesome song.
* I’ve fallen in love with **Geronimo Stilton. Can you tell?
** It’s perfectly normal to have no idea who this is. Unless you spend your day with 9 year olds- then it’s mandatory knowledge. But in case you were curious about the ‘holey cheese!’ comment, Geronimo is a mouse. He’s also a reporter, but that’s a whole other story.
Thank You Dr. Seuss October 21, 2009
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I’m sitting here in my classroom- one that was so ugly when I first met it, I almost cried. It was a thousand shades of beige with ripped construction paper and borders that didn’t quite meet around bulletin boards. It had dirty walls, smeared windows and it smelled like my grandmother’s basement. It had torn posters haphazardly dangling from the last cold remnants of sticky tack, a small collection of tattered books housed in a dirty plastic bin and 10 lonely desks stood in the center of the room.
I look around now. I have brightly colored material stretched over each bulletin board, cheerful border lining each one. I have a dazzling collection of books- on Robin Hood and magic and planets and a boy named Fudge filling a wooden bookcase and labeled bins and sorted in magazine holders. I have 18 desks filled with pencils and crayola markers and papers lined with thoughts of people young enough to still be brave enough to write down their wildest ideas. I have an orchid blooming at a reading table, the Mona Lisa hangs from the wall looking down and I have three dozen gorgeously fat roses blooming on my desk. It is a room that vibrates with potential and possibility and excitement when you enter. It is absolutely everything I ever wanted my classroom to be.
The funny thing is, I’ve been missing it. September curb stomped me, wore me down until I was nothing but a shell that rose each morning at 6:20 am and came home each night at 6:30 pm. I’ve been crabby and tired and when I looked around my room instead of seeing the colors and flowers and solved math problems of my genius class stapled to the bulletin board, I saw unfinished marking, the need for more books, a to-do list that multiplied every second I took my eyes away. I saw everything it wasn’t instead of what it was.
I have a poster hanging in my room. It’s a Dr. Seuss quote- one of my favourites, it says
You have brains in your head
you have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose!
I’m so quick to tell me students they can do anything, be anyone, accomplish anything- that I’ve been forgetting that I can do the same too. I can steer myself any direction I choose- even steer myself away from a career responsible, (but soul depleting) schedule that leaves me aching for more and settling for less. And sometimes accomplishing less- spending less time at the school, quitting before the sun has left the sky, refusing to battle the photocopier one more time, is doing more. Sometimes crossing off fewer things on your to-do list (or just chucking the to-do list altogether) provides a kind of sanity you can’t find anywhere else.
Thank you Dr. Seuss.
(Because I am crazy, I’m also posting here today. It’s my first time writing fiction. Be kind internet, be kind).
“Peter Alexander from the Today Show.. scandalous!” October 18, 2009
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It’s the 2nd edition of The Secret Project: Crush Edition. I’m loving what you are all confessing (I can’t wait to share the newest batch I got this weekend). Email me at brandyismagic@gmail.com if you have one to share! As always, I’m still taking submissions (for the Crush Editions and the good ol’ regular Secret Project), so if you have something you’d like to share- a crush or otherwise, feel free to email me.
And if you haven’t already, please go here and vote for me!
1. My current secret crush is Gerard Way, sexy lead singer of My Chemical Romance. This is not surprising as my earliest crush was Robert Smith of The Cure. Different era, same bad hair and horror makeup. Sexy! I also really love John Mayer, but only when he’s singing–he always looks so agonized … and constipated.
2. I have a crush on my old fuck buddy. We keep coming back to each other between relationships, but its never more than physical. Now we’re separated by 1000 miles, and for the first time I can admit that I’m falling in love with him. But for him, I don’t think it will ever be more than physical.
3. The redhead who works at Starbucks who makes my coffee everyday. She knows just how I like it and when she smiles? I want to propose marriage.
4. I am kind of worried that I am crushing on the guy I am supposed to just be friends-with-benefits with- uh oh. 
5. You.
6. One of my profs is really good looking and so smart. I get flushed when I ask questions in class. He knows my name! I know that he is about 15 years older than me, and I know that he is my prof, but… I’ve got a crush!
7. I have the HUGEST crush on my workmate – he’s married and I’m very happy with my awesome boyfriend – but I can’t help it that he’s exactly the kind of guy I’d normally go for….Tall, intelligent, creative, hilariously funny with the darkest humour and loves so many things I love too. This whole thing took me by surprise very recently and now I can’t stop thinking about him – seeing him every day doesn’t help. I *think* the feeling is mutual and since it’s so new, I don’t really know what I want or what to do. Its not like I want an affair – I could never do that to my boyfriend – but is daydreaming about just a little kiss taking things too far??
Eeep! Gosh the back story is a bit long – I’ve known him for around a year and he’s not in our office all the time – him and another guy rotate shifts fortnightly. And he was away for months over which we started emailing each other. I got a little bit surprised at how giddy and stupid I’d get every time one of his emails arrived in my inbox. So this all built up with me going slowly mad at not knowing whether I was just getting carried away or what – now he’s only back in our office this week and I still feel like a lovesick teenager. What to do!
8. Ryan Reynolds. But that’s definitely not a secret. 
9. And yes, I have a crush on Peter DeWolf too. I was so attracted that I immediately became friends with him on Facebook. He must think I’m an idiot.
10. My latest crush is a character from a book. He is the Duke of Hawthorne from “Something Wonderful” by Judith McNaught. And I’m in Love. I must be! Every time I read his scenes I swoon!! And I get goosebumps. And i start shrieking and sighing. *SIGH*
No really, a perfect handful October 13, 2009
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I got this sent to me in an email and it reminded me of the good ol’ days when I would dedicate all my free time to answering email surveys. I’m pretty sure I set some sort of record for answering them, I really loved filling out questions about my favourite type of ice cream or first boy I kissed (you think I’m kidding, but sadly I am not. My ego is so large it adored the attention). Anyway, I got this one sent to me ages ago and thought it would be fun to churn out. Regular blogging shall commence shortly. And remember, if you have a regular secret or a secret crush, email it to me at brandyismagic@gmail.com and it will be featured in an upcoming The Secret Project post.
1. I’ve come to realize that my chest-size. . . is a perfect handful. Let THAT simmer.
2. I’ve come to realize that my job. . . can be all consuming if I let it. (The 38 unanswered emails in my inbox are my proof).
3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving alone. . . I sound a little less off tune and a lot more like Fiona Apple.
4. I’ve come to realize that I need. . . a warmer fucking winter coat.
5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost. . . the urge to “look cool” in the winter and wear hip, thin coats. I do not care if I look like a marshmallow or the Michelin Man, or the Michelin Man after he ate the worlds biggest marshmallow, vanity is out the window for the next few months. I shall not be satisfied until I feel as though the inferno of Hell is wrapped around me. (Seriously though, coat suggestions?)
6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when. . . I fall out of the loop with friends.
7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk. . . a) I’m going to want you to be drunk with me- no matter the cost, b) tequila shots must be consumed c) I will want to listen to “Shoop” on repeat and d) if you aren’t at the party? I’m going to want to call you. To tell you that I love you, that I drank tequila and that you should listen to me sing all the words of “Shoop”.
8. I’ve come to realize that money. . . isn’t stressful when you have a regular paycheck.
9. I’ve come to realize that certain people. . . will disappoint you for being exactly the person you thought they were.
10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always. . . forget #9.
11. I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s). . . will forever be a horrible gift giver. Seriously. For Christmas he gave my mom jars of jam. Not home made JAM … kraft strawberry jam. Riddle me that.
12. I’ve come to realize that my mom. . . is amazing for acting as though JAM was exactly what she wanted. She deserves an Oscar for that performance.
13. I’ve come to realize that cell phones. . . are essential. The end.
14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning. . . I was excited to go to work. I also realized how lucky that makes me.
15. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep. . . I should have taken off my mascara. Today I looked like Courtney Love on a bender. Not pretty friends, not pretty.
16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking. . . I don’t want to see turkey for another 365 days.
17. I’ve come to realize that my dad. . . makes me sad. And I’ve also come to realize that there’s probably 800 other ways I could have answered this question but this one is the most honest and the first one that popped into my head. And the fact that THIS was the first one? Is even sadder, methinks.
18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook. . . I turn into a stage 5 stalker who gets inappropriately angry when she can’t see the photos of people she’s not friends with.
19. I’ve come to realize that today. . . kicked yesterday’s ass.
20. I’ve come to realize that tonight. . . I should have song the entire version of “happy birthday” on my friends voicemail.
21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow. . . is my half day! Hooray! This means I teach only in the mornings, get paid for only being in the mornings but end up staying there all day to get all my work done! Hooray! On the plus side, at least when I’m beating the hell out of the photocopier and cursing it’s stubborn, electronic existence, I can do it without worrying about being late for class.
22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to. . . chop my hair.
23. I’ve come to realize that the some people… will always know how to make me swoon.
24. I’ve come to realize that life. . . (I hate this question so I’m not answering it. Seriously, I can answer all these other ones but this one reminds me of Forrest Gump. And I did not like that movie. I KNOW. I’M A FOOL).
25. I’ve come to realize that this weekend. . . is going to be nine thousand different shades of awesome. It’s one of my best buds birthdays and she’s rented a curling rink (that’s how we do it in Canada), complete with bartender. I’m going to wear some plaid, hurry hard and get ridiculously drunk.
26. I’ve realized the best music to listen to when I am upset. . . The Little Mermaid soundtrack. I dare you not crack a smile singing Sebastian’s part in “Kiss the Girl”.
27. I’ve come to realize that my friends. . . are awesome. Further proof needed? See # 25
28. I’ve come to realize that this year. . . has been one for the record books.
29. I’ve come to realize that my ex(s). . . and the memories of the things they did will forever make me giggle.
30. I’ve come to realize that maybe I should. . . share some of the ex stories, but I’m always afraid people might be reading this…
31. I’ve come to realize that I love. . . myself. (For further proof of this, please go back and read why I used to do email survey’s.)
32. I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand. . . Rush Limbaugh. Or the point of snow in OCTOBER.
33. I’ve come to realize my past. . . explains so much of my present.
34. I’ve come to realize that parties. . . are better when costumed. Or there’s tequila. OR THERE’S TEQUILA AND COSTUMES.
35. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified. . . of not finding my speeding ticket and paying it in time. (Clearly, it’s a high priority when I’m whipping up this little doodle to share).
36. I’ve come to realize that my life. . . is far too amazing and complex to answer in one sentence. (hello perfect cop-out answer, nice to meet you. I’m your lazy friend brandy)
A Beautiful Dropkick October 6, 2009
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It surprises me when I discover I am loved.
That sounds silly doesn’t? As though one should take for granted being loved as easy as one takes for granted air or space or the continued beat of their own heart despite a deep rooted love for corn dogs.
But it surprises me to discover I am loved.
When the words leave someone else and are shot straight to me- like a rubber band filled with nervous excitement, ” I love you“, three words that light up even the darkest night, I find that I have no room to be delighted- pure shock invades me right down to my toes.
Of course afterwards, there’s delight- a strange sensation, a beautiful dropkick right to your very core. Not just a single butterfly floating in your stomach, or even a dozen, but an explosion of butterflies in every color that flap their wings every time you recall his words. Words that leave you breathless and exhausted and very, very happy.
“Donald Sutherland and no, I can’t explain it” October 4, 2009
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It’s the first volume of The Secret Project: Crush Edition and I’m so, so happy that so many of you submitted secrets! It’s so much fun reading through them, I tend to clap my hands and talk to my computer (ie: “Noooo don’t think he doesn’t like you, just tell him! What if he feels the same way?”) which further illustrates my crazy but I can’t help it. It’s fall and I’m wearing scarves again and such honest confessions of love make me happy. As always, I’m still taking submissions (for the Crush Editions and the good ol’ regular Secret Project), so if you have something you’d like to share- a crush or otherwise, feel free to email me at: brandyismagic@gmail.com. Also, because I like beating a dead horse (not really, I’m actually quite fond of horses, I even was in 4-H. Although, I spent more time in 4-H learning how to play strip poker than I did about horses, I grew up with the four legged friends and find them quite delightful), if you are interested in helping me win $250 worth of books for my class, please go here to vote!
Hope you are having a wonderful Sunday! Go Colts! (Just for you Matt, just for you).
1. I have a secret crush to admit that I am not too proud of but I suppose cannot be helped. I have a teensy tiny crush on my best friends husband. He’s become a friend to all of her friends too and in the process I have developed a crush. I would NEVER do anything as I love my best friend to pieces!! Is this crush normal?!
2. My ex-boyfriend who is still one of the most thoughtful people I’ve ever known. Also? Scott Caan, but that one doesn’t have to be a secret.
3. The blonde from the wishcake site. I’m a happily married dude (and from what I’ve read she sounds like a happily married lady) but I think she’s hot, funny and a good writer, the whole damn package.
4. I have a crush on a guy that I’ve worked with for about a year. He’s really attractive, hilarious, & he’s extremely sweet. He was actually someone I continuously turned to when things were starting to get rough with my boyfriend. There has been a lot of flirtation on both ends, but we both know nothing can happen. (Unless we were both single. Then, maybe.. er.. yes)
5. My biggest secret crush is one I’ve been dealing with for literally half my life. I met him when I was 11 and now at the age of 22, I’m still crushing. He’s one of my sister’s ex-boyfriends from when she was 16. After they broke up, he kept in touch with me and my parents. We’re always the first people he calls when he comes back in town. We e-mail frequently. When I was still a teenager he used to joke around that he’d wait around for me. My crush has escalated to new levels in the 11 years I’ve known him. A couple years ago, when I was 20 and he was 24 and we got together, I realized it was more than a crush. He is my perfect man. In my mind, I’m meant to marry him. In real life, he’ll probably never know how I feel about him because I am afraid to let him know and risk having my ridiculous fantasy crushed. Pathetic, right?
6. I have a crush on a guy at school. I have enlisted my friends to a) ask him if he’s single and b) hook us up. I’m not in high school – I’m in grad school!!
7. My fuck buddy. I don’t know when she stopped being my fuck buddy and a girl I’d like to date and fuck but she has. And I’m tearing my hair out because I know she doesn’t feel the same way.
8. I’m totally in love with this guy I met in science class 3 weeks ago but it feels like I’ve known him for years. His smartness is off the charts and one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. Every time I talk to him, I learn something new and he totally motivates me to do my best. I wonder sometimes what he finds interesting about me to keep coming back for more. I know, i’ve got confidence issues. (but you’d never know it if you met me. it’s a secret. shhh don’t tell anyone) The negative? He’ll put the pottiest mouth of a sailor to shame.
9. I’ve been madly in love with Prince Harry since we were 13. The fiancee knows it and accepts it, and actually sees it as a positive because it means my “list” only has one guy on it!
10. I have a crush on the boy I’ve been hooking up with. It’s strictly a friends-with-benefits (or maybe even enemies-with-benefits) situation, but running into him on the street gives me butterflies. But he can’t ever know!
And 2 bonus ones for the week:
11. Shia LaBeouf. I would do such unmentionable things to him, it’s kind of insane, haha
12. I just wanted to tell you my secret crush, which really isn’t so secret – I am totally, utterly, madly – completely crushing on Pink. Yeah, have been for years. I think it’s because she’s everything that I’m not: Outspoken, brash, rockass – and well not to mention hot as hell. So yeah. Pink she’s it for me, and that cute husband of hers? I’d take him on too. I’ve always been a fan of boys covered in tattoos. HA!
