Places I Have Recently Cried

As embarrassing as it may seem, sometimes you find yourself attempting to hold back tears and losing. This is a list of pathetic places I have sprinkled my eye lube, from snif, snif to blubbering.

Beauty and The Beast 3D
I may have lifed up my 3D glasses and turned away to brush a tear from my eye as Belle walked down the staircase in her gorgeous yellow ball gown. I mean, she is falling in love. Right there, infront of your eyes! She is going to dance and sing with the hunka-hunka Beast all night. Who care's if you've seen it a bajillion times. That is some straight up Disney princess magic and it gets me every time.

The Disney Marathon
26 miles completed and 0.2 miles to go and I don't know if I'm crying because I'm running past an entire gospel choir and their tunes are lifting me higher and higher (ooOOoooo). Maybe I was crying from the pain shooting throughout my body screaming "I thought you loved me?" or because I was being passed by the 45th speed walker. Gah! They walked the whole thing faster than I ran! Either way, I couldn't breath and almost died short of the finish.

In Class
My professor called on me to answer a question. Not only could I not answer the question, I wasn't even sure what it was. I wasn't really sure about anything we talked about and then tears. Waah! My head sunk and I pretended to rub my eyes like I had the biggest piece of dust in both of them. (Yea, duel eye dust attacks happen all of the time!) Ugh, god. What was I doing? Who cries in a graduate class? Get it together, because I'm not fooling anyone! Grand Valley's air filtration is phenomenal. Which that only made me cry harder.

In the Snow
I was recently caught in a game of hip bumps walking down the street. This game is a classic and it always seems to be taken a little too far. This time was no exception. After the second or third bump, I felt it. My feet were caught short by a moud of snow and my top half was still moving forward. My knee met the ice and felt a sharp pain. My eyes squeezed out some salty drops, but it wasn't until a group of, we'll say, "brochachos"walked by heckling me. I couldn't hold it in and literally burst into tears. I couldn't even get up for a moment from the sheer embarrassment. Eventually I moved but no one even offered to give it a kiss.

So there you have a complete list of recent flobbering messes I've created. At least I can look back and be entertained by my emotions.