Can You Handle any More “Me?”

Time to finish talking about myself, but after these six random tidbits I write about moimeme, I will only post interesting things on my blog. Promise.

1. It has been a long-standing New Year’s Resolution for me to go see a movie alone. I don’t know why I have a problem with this–I don’t group up with other girls to use the restroom, and I was 100% content to spend an entire week touring Paris alone. But for some reason, to see a movie in a theatre all by myself seems the ultimate symbol of loneliness and rejection. My friend Lindsey enjoys it occasionally, but me? I dread the day when it comes to that…

2. When I was eight or nine years old, I spent an entire year speaking with a British accent. 24/7–during school presentations, when bearing my testimony from the pulpit at church, even at the dinner table. Sometime during my childhood, I was taught that if I worked hard enough, I could become anything I wanted–and I truly thought I could turn British. I even fantasized about going off to boarding school (my mom was hurt when I asked her if I could go); I suppose you could say I was a bit fanatical. I don’t know when–or for what reason–I stopped. No matter, really. God bless the U.S.A!!

3. My favourite flower is the Antirrhinum (commonly known as the “Snapdragon” [available at a Home Depot near you]). They are lovely and come in a variety of colours, and they are practically impossible to kill. Plus, they are functional–I mean to say, they really DO something…they snap.

4. I like the smell of manure. It’s true. The processed kind that is on everyone’s lawns throughout the glorious month of October–love it. Every fall, I drive around my neighborhood with the windows down (okay, sometimes I walk, too) just to get my fill of the pleasant aroma. I know it’s only cow dung and chemicals, but to me, it is a symbol of everything autumn. And I do love autumn.

5. As a girl I hated my name so much that I got my entire sixth grade class (plus the teacher and the school principal) to call me “Cammie”. But as soon as I got to Carson Jr. High, I met three other “Cammies” (or variations of the spelling) and decided to go back to the more unique me.

6. It takes me a long time to decide whether I like a person, but once I decide, very little can alter that decision. It’s like they say in Pride and Prejudice, “My good opinion once lost is lost forever.”

So now I’m done. {Please forgive the lack of photos in this post…I just don’t feel overly crafty when I have to write so very much!}

Now I tag…Melenie, Tessa, Lindsay White, and…Brandon!

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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