Days 2 & 3

So yesterday I got up early, exercised, ate breakfast, showered, made lunch, picked up Teno and made it to work a few minutes early... but then was quite late at a friends house for dinner so did not blog. But I am going to make up for it by posting days 2 AND 3 today. Because I want them to both be in there, and I am trying really hard to not get behind!

Day 2: Meaning Behind Your Blog Name
Well. I don't really feel like I'm meant for this world. I never have. I'm greater than it. I'm bigger than it. Sound a little crazy or a little conceited? Perhaps. It's just a feeling I've always had, for as long as I can remember. I don't consider it a self-serving thing. It's just something I know, but usually don't tell anyone. There are a few other people who understand this feeling. If you're not one of those people, you will probably just see me as some sort of ridiculous, elitist, ego-maniac. I can live with that. I know it's not true.

But anyway. I also am generally so far from the typical of anything. I was never the typical girl, typical sister, typical friend, typical lesbian... Especially in my dating relationships. Do you know how many times I've heard "you're not like everyone else?" I'm not. If you're a friend or someone I've dated, you probably know. I'm quite different from most.

I broke the mold. And this is my life.

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Day 3: Your First Love

Ok. I don't really know where to go with this one. I'm going to be a little funny about it.

Yes. I'm a huge lesbian. lol. It's pretty obvious. But, there was a time in my life where I thought I was straight. Shocking, I know. Also, I do consider myself someone who can appreciate attractiveness, regardless of gender. When I was younger, though, I did think "well... girls like boys. I guess that's just how it's supposed to be." That was a huge part of it. At that time, when I was a preteen, I think, I took part in buying those ridiculous magazines tween girls buy to stare at the numerous pictures of their celebrity heartthrobs. I had a friend who I even occasionally traded pictures with.

She had her walls in her room *covered* in pictures and magazine ads of her "dream hunks". I was not that bad. I think I had some on a bulletin board for a while. Maybe I had a few taped to the closet... I think I did. I think I taped some to my closet door. I kind of remember that. I think my friend even showed me how to use the tape on the backs of the photos, or use some sort of sticky tack, so the corners of the photos wouldn't be ruined or accidentally ripped off.

Anyway. The one man who had my heart for the longest when I was that age, is this:

Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

Oh yes. He had 3 names. And you would say all of them. Or call him JTT, you know, if you were *really* in love with him. I even actually had that ad, I pulled it out of a magazine. I loved that photo.

Sadly, I discovered that he was quite a bit shorter than me, as even at 13, I was an enormous creature, taller than my mom and almost as tall as my dad. Poor JTT is only something like 5'7, if I recall. So, we never could have worked out, anyway. I'm sure he isn't really into amazon women. ;) But, I'm not gonna lie. Even now... he was pretty freaking adorable.