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I was eating lunch with Lindy today and while I was feeling sorry for myself, mostly due to the fact that I couldn't find my spoon for my pudding pack, it dawned on me. I am a dork. And not in the fun, 'oh, look what I did, ha ha.' way, but in the full-blown way. For a moment, I was sad at the thought of it. But then, once I had really thought about it, I was cool with it. Who wants to not be a dork? It's something I've become proud of.

I remember in high school (all those months ago) that I was a dork there as well. Sure, there was the 'popular' cliches, (Though why they call themselves popular when most people, including the other popular people can hardly stand them is beyond me.) but I wasn't apart of it and I'm darn glad I wasn't.  

See, I'd rather be dorky me then a person I won't like anyday.