The Life of Me

WARNING: The "H" key still isn't working.

Hi! My name is Sue Donimm (supposedly) (that's not really my name... Just a pseudonym) (Get it?) (Psuedonym=Sue Donimm). I am __ years old, and I live at __________________. I have 2 older sisters, a mom, and a dad. My sisters and I haven't fought since I was 7 years old. I am not kidding. People think we're crazy because we haven't hated each other for so long. When we used to go to school together, we'd walk down the halls together sometimes, and people would occasionally sing the "Sisters" song from "White Christmas" (you know, the movie with Bing Crosby and Danny Kay and those two women whose names I can't recall at the moment...) "Sisters... Sisters! There were never such devoted sisters!..." 

My favorite holiday used to be Christmas, but it might also be Easter... Oh, or Thanksgiving... But not Halloween. It tends to rain. (Yes, I still go trick-or-treating.) (One guy told me and my sisters this year that we should be with our boyfriends, not trick-or-treating.) (But I'm single.) (Hint-hint, attractive gentlemen.) (I'm just kidding. I'm totally uninterested in dating right now.) (And that wasn't sarcastic.) (I don't know if my sisters want you to know whether or not they're single, so I won't tell you.) (I'll stop parenthases-ing now.) (Actually... Last one.) (I found that slightly amusing.) (Okay, I'm done now.) ( ) (Gotcha.) Sorry. That was probably annoying.

Alright... I was considered tall for my age until about 8th grade. At least, it felt that way. Last day of 7th grade, I walked out of the classroom and everyone was shorter than me. First day of 8th grade, I walked in to a forest of boys who were as tall as and barely taller than me. It was shocking! I'm not skinny. Whenever I say that, people start exclaiming, "You're not fat!" And I'm like, "Did I say I was?" (Actually, I usually just laugh, implying that I know they're lying.) It used to not bother me. It kind of does now, but there's still hope for me, and I dress the part.

Okay, can I quickly just say something? Thank you. People who know they're not skinny NEED to dress the part. Tight shirts don't work for most of us. I mean, sweats and T's can sometimes send the wrong message: "I'm fat, which makes me lazy and depressed about it." Sometimes it works, though. It just depends... For example (of dressing the part, not of that), I wear skirts fairly frequently. Skirts can help conceal thunder-thighs. I like wearing either long skirts (which make you look taller and slimmer) or knee-length, flare/flirty skirts. And on top, I wear loose-ish shirts, preferably ones that show my waist so that I don't look like a giant tube of Jell-o. And try not to get clothes that cling to your skin. (By the way, of course, I wear pants sometimes, too. But pretty much all pants work.) (But if ANYONE wears yoga pants, make sure no one can see the outline of your underwear through them! It's rather uncomfortable to witness...)

I have known 8 people who have died: My great-grandmother, my cousin, my best friend, my uncle, my granddad, my neighbor, another friend (I didn't know him as well as the previously mentioned friend), and my great-uncle. Death absolutely sucks. And, I know this may seem cruel and heartless and ungrateful, and I totally get that people are trying to help, but saying "I'm sorry for your loss" has never made me feel better about it. I mean, I'm sure it helps other people... So don't just stop saying that when someone dies, but... I don't know... That's just me...

I am very susceptible to sinus infections. Nothing bad or life-threatening. I've simply had 3 bad colds in 5 months, and quite a few before that, so we've come to the conclusion that I am more susceptible to those than your average person. It's a nuisance, but it could be worse. It's really not fun when I'm flying somewhere, though, because when the plane lands, if I have a cold, my head and ears start throbbing like crazy! It starts out kind of feeling like just pins-and-needles, but quickly becomes more like swords-and-spears. I cried the last time it happened, it hurt so bad. I'm not a wimp. (Although I have noticed that I'm not a very pain-tolerant person...) 

I hate being criticized. Even if it's constructive criticism. I hate being disliked. I think I'm a very likeable person. I can be rater obnoxious, but I'm smart, and pretty funny (usually). Well... My humor's kind of 50/50... Well, 33/34/33 or someting... 33% of the time, I tell the perfect joke. 34% of the time, I have a failed attempt at humor, but it's such a fail that it's hilarious. And 33% of the time, it's just not funny. But if you insult me or criticize me, I will be so mad at you until you be nice to me again. I don't know why... I suppose I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I hate not doing stuff perfectly.

I, while being very smart, am awful at explaining how I get answers. If you're confused on a math problem that I understood, I'll probably just let you copy mine and figure it out yourself, because I honestly don't know how I got the answer.

I love cooking and writing and talking. And I also love being Catholic. It's awesome to have something to live for and to know that the ruler of the universe loves me so freaking much. It's kind of confusing sometimes, since the religion is practically made of mysteries, but that's why it's so intriguing and beautiful. And I like to be able to go to amazingly beautiful places like the Grand Canyon, a lake, or even my yard and be awestruck that God could make such a beautiful thing, or look at famous paintings and thank him for giving people such incredible talent.

One more thing about me: I'm done with this post.

-Sue Donimm