Exhibit A: The Miss Utah USA pageant in 2008...what the what was I thinking? But I signed up for it, paid the fee and so decided to just give it my best shot because, well, I had already signed up. And now I'm slightly embarrassed whenever anyone brings it up.
Exhibit B: I'm obsessed with the idea of becoming a famous anthropologist (either famous in the anthropologist world or famous in the real world, I don't care, I just want people to know who I am). But I need to go to grad school first. But since finding a real job is impossible in this economy, I'm trying to scheme up ways to make my blog famous or something to raise money for grad school (once again with the fame *insert eye-roll here*).
So when a photographer friend sent me the link to a contest to become the next SnorgTee model...I immediately signed up for it thinking of nothing but, "I love modeling AND SnorgTees!" I couldn't help it. It just happened. After signing up for it and sending mass annoying facebook messages I realized...oh no! It happened again! Another delusion of grandeur! But hey, I already signed up for it, so I might as well continue pestering people on facebook for votes. (Vote for me here: http://www.exploremodeling.com/Casting/SnorgT
It's like a sneaky-delusions-of-grandeur-monster that creeps up on me and takes over my better judgment and makes me do silly things...like pageants or modeling contests. It's not an addiction! I can stop whenever I want!!
Well, we all have our vices...at least mine is forcing me to go to grad school.
Proof that I was possessed by the sneaky-delusions-of-grandeur-monster during the pageant:
See, I told you it was scary.
and don't forget about the progeny
ReplyDeleteI call it ambition.
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