In Which I Talk About Myself (THE HORROR) // The Versatile Blogger Award

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My first thought when watching that video: “Wow, big mood.”

My second: “Man, I wish I felt that good when I woke up in the morning. Usually I just feel like somebody ran a flat roller over my tongue during the night.”

Anyways, good morning to one and all from over here in Japan. My name is Kat and I will be your guide today. This morning’s topic of discussion is…  *indiscreetly checks script*  the Versatile Blogger Award! I knew that.

This award celebrates high quality, unique, and loving content. It is meant to “honor those bloggers who bring something special to your life whether every day or only now and then.” Wow that’s beautiful. The fact that not only one, BUT TWO blogs have nominated me for this award has me crying big fat ugly tears. Seriously, I don’t cry cutely. It’s not a pretty picture – I don’t like doing it. Thank you Anthony @ Keep Reading Forward and Clemi @ Clemi’s Bookish World for thinking I am even a little bit deserving of this award. You guys are amazing!

The Rules

• If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded the Versatile Blogger Award
• Thank the person who gave you the award
• Include link to their blog
• Select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly
• Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award
• Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself

Okay, so I’ve discussed this before, but I’ll say it again – I’m so very wonderfully, spectacularly, amazingly NOT good at talking about myself. With that understanding, you might be able to guess at how difficult it was for me to come up with seven things to say about myself for this award. (A WHOLE SEVEN THINGS, GUYS – you might as well have asked for a gajillion. Both are very nearly impossible… like finishing a crossword puzzle.)

After a few tussles with my laptop and a nice, hearty slice of cake (cake makes everything seem more manageable, in case you’re wondering. Trade secret), I was able to wrangle seven things about myself out of the clutches my stubborn keyboard and into this post to share with the sparse few of you who might be reading this out there in the world wide interwebs. So…*takes a deep, shaky breath*…. it starts.

Number One: I was Scared of Leprechauns As a Kid

When I was younger, I watched some weird movie about a leprechaun and it gave me nightmares for weeks. I guess that’s something that hasn’t changed about me – I still can’t handle scary movies…and now that I think about it, Saint Patrick’s Day has always been one of my least favorite holidays…

Number Two: My Mom Would Tell me Bedtime Stories About Fairies

To help me sleep at night (because of said leprechaun-induced nightmares), my mom would tell six-year-old me stories about fairies, and I’m not talking about Sarah J. Maas’s dark and brooding version of fairies. I’m talking about the cutesy kind with sparkly wings and tulip petals for dresses. Her stories always helped me forget about the impending doom of a leprechaun apocalypse and fall asleep.

Number Three: My Favorite Color is Yellow

My favorite color is yellow, but it can’t just be any shade of yellow. It has to be a mustard yellow. Not a highlighter yellow. Not a lemon yellow. Mustard. If you are surprised by this, then you should probably give my blog a hard onceover and ask yourself why you couldn’t have guessed this for yourself.

I honestly feel like yellow and orange are the outcasts of the rainbow – the lonely colors picked last when it comes to choosing teams – because everybody always says their favorite color is blue or red. But yellow is such a happy color; it needs more love, folks. Okay, I’ll stop gushing about yellow advocacy now. Gosh, I’m such a dweeb.

Number Four: I Like to Write

I’ve been writing stories for as long I can remember. I still have some of those first “novels” lying around – but they are tucked away in a manilla folder, which I locked inside a bulletproof safe, which I then threw into the depths of the Pacific Ocean so that they would never again see the light of day.

Number Five: The First Book I Ever Wrote Was a Haters-to-Lovers Story

My first real story was a contemporary, which is sorta ironic seeing as I hardly read books from that genre anymore. It was your typical boy-meets-girl story: it revolved around a girl named Izzy and her obnoxious neighbor, Ryan. If I were to write a book blurb for it now, it would probably sound something like this:

Izzy and Ryan are sworn enemies; they hate each other’s guts. Izzy would  gladly pay Ryan a million bucks to move to another continent, or if that failed, to hire a ninja to take him out. Take him out where, Izzy isn’t sure, but it doesn’t matter as long as she would never have to see his annoying face again. But since it’s hard for a thirteen-year-old to get ahold of that kind of cash, Izzy is stuck with Ryan living next door – possibly forever. She thought that their days of throwing dirty looks and surprise water balloons over the fence that separated their yards would go on forever. But she was wrong; everything changed the summer of 7th Grade.

Number Six: I Hate Chocolate & Peanut Butter

I’m just going to come right out and say this one – I don’t like chocolate. Nor do I like peanut butter. 

Reese’s are like little sticks of death. Don’t bring them within a twenty foot radius of me.

Number Seven: I’m A Christian

Okay, all joking aside, this last one is actually kind of serious. The single most important thing in my life – the thing that plays the biggest, hugest role in my identity –  is my belief in Christ. I am an active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and I believe in God, the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. With Christmas just around the corner, I am excited to refocus my life on my Savior.

I Tag

Okay, wow. The rules say I should tag FIFTEEN PEOPLE???? FIFTEEN? I don’t think I even know fifteen people irl, much less on the internet. Instead of going through all that hassle, I’m just going to say:  Tag, you’re it!

What were you scared of as a kid?

Do you like to write? What was your very first story about?

Are there any foods that you hate?

What did you think of my answers? Let me know in the comments!