Oh Katniss, You’re Not Fat!

I should preface this entry with a fact. My entire family sees some invisible

resemblance between myself and Jennifer Lawrence.

I am not sure why.

Coincidentally, at the dinner table this evening I braided my hair down the back of my head to get my hair out of my face and off my neck. (Its EXTREMELY hot in my grandparents house even though its SUPPOSED to be winter here in Sweet Home Alabama.) I proceeded to leave, followed closely by my mother and brother (we of course ALL drove separate cars to convene at the grand parentals. We’re so economically friendly.). Energized my the DELICIOUS split pea soup I had just consumed, I took (profoundly clumsy) leaps, and maybe a bound, down my grandparents front steps onto their brick walkway. At the point of contact between my foot and the cursed, uneven brickway, I stumbled and made a very unattractive heaving/soul-sucking-dementor noise. Being the not very easily embarrassed person I am, I promptly regained my composure, giggled, and flipped my braid over my shoulder. (Its all down hill for my confidence level from here.)

Mom: (laughing hysterically at my plight) “Katniss, you are some kind of graceful, aren’t you?”

Brother: (missing the joke) “Mom, Devin doesn’t look like Katniss. Katniss is skinny…. and pretty.”

I flashed my brother a quick “Screw you” look and continued on my way.

Brother: (still missing the joke and also overlooking my glare) “Like REALLY skinny. And tall.”

Mom: “Oh Katniss, You’re not fat! Don’t let that Peta wannabe throw your victor swag!”

I’ve never been more proud or ashamed of my mom in my life.

VICTOR SWAG?

When did my mom learn to say swag?

Blogging IS a Sport!

Well, as my first blog in a few years I figured I’d begin with an inquiry.

Is Blogging a Sport?

Quick answer: No. It is not.

However, like a sport, I find it exhilarating, challenging, physically (and mentally) demanding, but most of all entertaining. Being the stereotypical teenager I am, I find these little creations allow me to share my views without having to bat my eyelashes, using obscene hand gestures, or saying “like” or “ya know” a million times.  Its my seventh heaven. Haha. Notice my not-so-clever-or-discrete pun on the blog name? Yes, yes, I am a run of the mill cheerleader who thinks she’s “punny” beyond comprehension. Just bear with me.

 

A little info on the title of this blog that ties in with my previous sentence… ^^ Do you see it? Well it mentions that I am a cheerleader. Great and wonderful EXCEPT its not considered a sport (like blogging). Each in itself should be highly regarded for their extreme demand for dedication. But no. Sadly prancing around in mini-skirts adorned with high school colors and silly cartoon-ized animals does not count as a physically demanding sport like it should. (I make it sound superficial but it truly is a very physical activity and not all based on vanity or popularity) And that concludes my ranting on the injustice cheerleaders and bloggers face daily. Thank you.

 

Tune in next time for another riveting story

courtesy of yours truly!