(THIS IS A BREAK FROM MY VACATION STORY)
I haven't ever really talked about my little personal problems and conflicts in life.
But that's just it! I don't really know who "you guys" are. And I don't like telling strangers or even acquaintances about personal problems because then they can use it to my advantage.
Side Note: I just felt a breeze come in through the window and it was glorious.
So. This is one way a person can make their blog more attractive and "popular" you could say. By being personal. Writing as if you are talking to your journal. But dang...this would be a CRAZY blog if I just spilled everything. I only really want to pursue something in photography...not my journal writing.
But it sure would be cool to have a super famous blog!
Confession Numero Uno:
I am scared of blowing my whistle at work. Because I don't wanna blow it too loud, or too soft. Too soft is the worst. But it seriously works the best. I scared some boys the other day because I yelled: "OFF THE LANE LINE!!!!!" Or something like that. I also SUCK at working at the register. Oh Boy. What I could say about this.....
I was stressing out so much the other night I was sweating. I get so scrambled and confused and my mind was racing at like a bajillion miles a minute and so nothing was working properly and I didn't know how to print a receipt!! I am handicapped at the register.
I suppose....someday I will be good. I seriously want to buy a register and practice.
You know how every person has their weaknesses and their advantages?
I'm pretty good in academics, swimming, and running. I'm a good friend and sister and daughter. And I'm not that bad looking. BUT MY WEAKNESS IS THE STUPIDEST WEAKNESS IN THE WORLD. MY BRAIN CANNOT FUNCTION AT THE REGISTER AND IS SCARED OF BLOWING WHISTLES.
Phew.
Glad I got that "off my chest."
Stupid idiom.
Maybe I could just change it to something like: "Glad I could get that off my feet."
-Mallory
P.S. IS it an idiom?
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