I’m a terrible liar. I am so obvious when I lie and I just can’t help it. I also really hate lying to people, it just doesn’t sit well with me. But because I’m a terrible liar and because I hate lying to people I just end up ignoring people instead of, you know, just telling the truth.
For my 18th birthday I got really dressed up and went out to dinner with a bunch of my girl friends. The best parts of my outfit were not only my electric blue high heels but also a tiara that my friends insisted I wear. Anyway, as we were all standing around waiting for our table to be ready these two little girls walked up to me with their eyes wide and asked if I was Cinderella.
I just about died.
I told them that I was in fact Cinderella and that it was my birthday. Smiles suddenly grew on their faces and they yelled “happy birthday” and told me I was so pretty. It was the sweetest thing ever. Then they asked where my prince was….Now, I’m not very good at thinking quick on my feet so I stammered for a second until their mom leaned over and whispered, “Just say he’s at the castle cleaning like a good Prince does.” I couldn’t help but laugh because it was such an awesome thing to say so that’s what I told the little girls. They were so cute and totally in awe, seriously the best birthday present ever.
A couple minutes after they’d left their mom came back and said, “Thank you so much for playing along, they really do think they’ve met Cinderella and they can’t stop talking about you. You definitely made their night.” I made their night?!?!? They made my night! It was a good birthday.
My first year of college I worked at an ice cream place where I worked alone. It was a tiny place and I basically just behind the counter reading a book or doing my homework until a customer came in. It was the absolute best place ever for a college student to work and I also made great tips. Anyway, one shift I had been up really late the night before and I was extremely tired and ended up falling asleep behind the counter. I woke up to a customer quietly saying, “Um miss…excuse me, miss.” I jumped up and was all, “I wasn’t sleeping! I’m so sorry! How can I help you?!!?” She just laughed and said she really didn’t want to wake me but she also really wanted some ice cream. She was super nice and ended up tipping me really well because she told me how she remembered having to work through college too.
Another time this woman came in and I noticed her purse. I’m not really a huge purse fan but it was pretty and I complimented her on it. As she was leaving she tipped me like $15 and said to add it to my purse fund. That was pretty cool…although it probably went to my phone bill or something.
When my sister was in 4th grade and I was in 6th grade we were riding the school bus home and this kid kept picking on her and then put his hands on her. I immediately jumped over the seat, grabbed the kid by his throat and said, “If you ever touch my sister again, I’ll kill you.” I then let him go with a shove to the window and went back to my seat. Everyone in the back of the bus started cheering. Violence isn’t the answer obviously and I shouldn’t have threatened his life but he definitely didn’t ever bother my sister again. And ummm that’s one of those moments that I’ll always remember.
I have an irrational hatred for bowties. I do not think they look “cute” or “attractive” or “sexy”, I think they look silly and not in a good way lol
I come from a military family. Both my grandfathers were in the army and fought in WWII. Both my uncles, on my mom’s side, were in the Army and one of them is a Colonel (and that’s what we all have to call him…). Then my dad was in the Navy up until he retired years ago and my baby sister has been in the Navy for the past two years.
In high school I had a stalker and it ended with me getting a restraining order on him. It started out with creepy little things he seemed to know about me then it progressed to him leaving a mixed cd in my car, like in the cd player even though I always lock my car. Then he started showing up at things outside of school like my church, random outings with friends, my work. Finally, he created a Myspace page that was identical to mine, same pictures, same background, same everything and started adding all of my friends and random people from our school. Then he sent them all really dirty messages and sent my boyfriend at the time death threats. My friends obviously knew it wasn’t me but the people I didn’t know well from school kinda looked at my funny after that. Once that got under control I freaked out on him at school, in front of people (shouldn’t have but I was so angry), he pushed me up against a locker and threatened to do things I don’t want to repeat.
I immediately went to the office and talked to the on campus police officer. My parents had to be called in and we got a restraining order against him.
It worked, he didn’t bother me again. Now, that was 6 years ago (enough time for the restraining order to be out of date) and he has now found me on facebook and sent a friend request along with a message.
I’m feeling very anxious about it and wish he would just leave me alone.
When I was really young my older sister convinced my younger sister and me that I was adopted because they look so much alike and I look nothing like them. They both have dark hair, dark eyes, darker complexion and I’m over here bright blonde, blue eyes, and pale as a ghost. For a whole week I walked around wondering who my real parents were until I got up the courage to just ask my mom…and that’s when she told me my sister lied.
I can’t watch movies at the theatre because I have a problem with my eyes that causes extreme pain and discomfort while watching such a big screen. I did make an exception though when Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 2 came out because, come on, there was no way I was going to miss seeing that! (I just suffered through it and had to look down or close my eyes a lot).
My real name is Elizabeth but people never ever call me that. Half the people in my life call me Lizzie and the other half call me Libby. Both nicknames came from when I was really young but from different people in my life. Because of this, I sometimes don’t know how to introduce myself. You guys can call me Libby though because that’s how I refer to myself most of the time :)