by Brittany Geragotelis
So, every once in a while (Okay, maybe more than once in a while), I'll be sitting around and something will come out of my mouth that will leave Matt saying, "Huh?" And then I'm left thinking, "Is it weird that (fill in the blank here)?"
Here's a list of some things I've been thinking about lately...I'm leaving it up to you guys to tell me if they're weird or not:
IS IT WEIRD THAT...
...whenever I put on sunglasses, I actually think people might mistake me for a celebrity? Sort of like Cinderella and her glass slippers. I even find myself thinking about what it would be like to end up on a page in the tabloids like, "Celebs are just like us!" walking around Manhattan with my Sbux.
...I think that my life would actually make for a great reality show. Only minus the bar fights and crazy hookups and drama-rama. But sometimes I just sit there and think, "I'm really kind of funny...now this would be quality TV!"
...I really hate attention but still think I'm going to be famous one day. Seriously, by the end of my birthday day my anxiety levels were on high because of all the phone calls, FB messages, e-mails and texts—and I actually think I'd be able to handle any kind of fame? Seriously?
...I love orange juice but really don't like the smell of oranges. I don't know what it is, but the smell of the fruit really leaves me with an "ick" feeling, but I'd drink orange juice every day if I could.
...Part of me thinks that I'd make a really good cop. Or doctor. Or actress, karate kid, spy, reality show judge, stunt double, chef, publicist, lawyer or teacher. Apparently there isn't anything I think I can't do, there's just not enough time to do it all.
...I kind of think my dreams are prophetic? One time I had a dream about a specific burger they had at McDonald's, but when I went there to get it, they had never heard of it before. A month later the burger showed up as a special menu item. Coincidence? I think the universe was trying to tell me it was time for a new Value Meal #7.
...I can't stand violence but I love horror films. If I see a fight I panic, cry and feel sick to my stomach, yet I would choose a slasher film over any other genre every time if given the choice.
What do you guys think? Weird or oddly normal. Your call....