I still want that John Cusack t-shirt. And one that says "roots for underdogs".

[enamoured]

You wanna know what people call me? Fine. Here you go.

If you call me Candice, you know me in real-life, at school, as a relative, or just anywhere else.
If you call me Candy, you're my mom or dad or my grandparents, who are the only ones who call me that.
If you call me Spazzy, you're Katie, my old best friend.
If you call me Chris, you're Shannon from Brogden.
If you call me Crazy CE, chances are you remember my old IM name.
If you call me Pickles, you're Christy or you've seen my senior jersey.
If you call me C, you're one of my friends list people.
If you call me supersyncspaz7, you know me from LJ.
If you call me "That Girl/Her", you don't know my name and you better learn it, because I'm not "That Girl/Her".
If you call me "Chick Bitch", you're Ryan, the annoying sk8r boy who used to live down the street from me.
If you call me "Howie", you're Brandon from two blocks down, in eighth grade, and you know the embarrassing story behind that.
If you call me Trix, you're my mom.
If you call me Goober Girl or Lucy Loo, you're my dad.
If you call me "Candace" in writing, you just misspelled my name.

I don't have very many interesting nicknames, but I should explain some of them. Candy is obvious. I hate for anyone outside my family to call me that. C is one I like and it's simple and expected. Crazy CE was something I came up with back in the day—I'm crazy and the "CE" is from the first and last letters of my first name. Pickles: I like pickles. Pickles is my only unique, cool nickname and it has such a twisted origin I won't begin to explain. The rest I either don't want to explain or I don't understand. (my dad's nicknames for me are those that I don't quite get.)

I got my hair done in "twisties" at the top yesterday. I was at the beauty parlor for so. long. It looks neat, but I can't laugh too hard or my head starts to hurt. I'll probably end up taking them down and brushing my hair tomorrow or something because I enjoy being low-key.

I recorded myself singing "Just the Way You Are" today on my karaoke machine. The quality is much, much better than I imagined, and I actually sounded good. There's a talent show in this recreation center near my mom's job, and they're having a talent show. I think I'll be different and sing that in the show. Great, great song. It's up there on my Absolutely Romantic Songs list, and the fact that I have such a list marks me as a loser.

I wish I had a really interesting "personal" site like hers. I've neglected my own personal site for forever, only updating the quotes archive. Sigh. I am not good at being cool.

Comments

[rajni.livejournal.com]

aww, that was so sweet of you to say. <3 i really don't think it is, but it's nice that someone else does! and hey, i wish my journal were even HALF as cool as yours!

[sara-says-grrr.livejournal.com]

im awful at being cool too!

i hate that!