enamoured | guaranteed to blow your mind anytime.

Because I haven't done much "OMG HOTNESS" squealing (to the occasional relief of some).

This comes from watching nearly half of all of the first season of Supernatural and the subsequent picture searching I've done after. Because oh my GOODNESS, Jensen Ackles is purty. I cannot stop staring at his mouth. You know how some guys will have somewhat feminine features that just kind of drive you nuts in the best possible way? His mouth is like that. Good grief.

So I'm trying to write this scholarship essay. It has to be electronically submitted by the end of the month. I thought it would be easy; I even have a perfect first line. The problem is coming in the actual writing of it. See, I have to write about an instance of "peer pressure positively or negatively" influencing me, and whether or not I would take a do-over of said moment if it was negative. The thing is this: I'm so straight-laced that I can't really think of anything, except this one time in my freshman year of high school, when we had a substitute in our health class and we had a substitute on the same day that we had a quiz. Half the class told the sub that our quiz was open book, and we all started opening our books and what have you. I was just getting ready to open my book when the Evil English Teacher that I ended up having in my senior year (the health teacher was a coach who did not have her own classroom, so we met in EET's room) barged in, and started yelling at us for opening our books and saying that she'd make sure that our health teacher gave us a harder quiz when she came back and so on and so forth. We did end up getting one of those "and this is why cheating is bad" lectures from the health teacher (and another quiz, the same one from the first time). But as far as it goes for me? I'm having a hard time thinking of peer pressure seriously changing my life.

All I keep coming back to is my silly, desperate attempts to figure out how to get boys I liked to like me, or my misguided attempts at being "cool". And all I keep coming back to is two things: the first being when I finally realized what "To thine own self be true" really meant and the second being that time when I was about seventeen and decided that, okay, so I was weird and kind of a goody-goody and to some of my peers I might've seemed like a stuck-up prude, but I liked who I was most of the time, and I wasn't about to change myself for anyone or do anything or be anything that I didn't want to. And though I'd like to write about that, I don't exactly think that's what the scholarship people want.

So now I think I might need to go and go through my old journals to try to jog my memory, because surely I've forgotten something.