Willow finally joins Reality

Well loyal reader(s), I have entered the Big Time. This is actually true on many levels- educational, emotional, artistic- but in this case “The Big Time” refers to “The Ultimate Blogger” reality blog competition. That’s right folks, I am stepping up to join the honorable ranks of Reality Icons. The good folks at UrbanHonking have put together this competition, and out of 300 applicants, I, Willow Wonder, have recieved the nod, and am now a member of the esteemed 12. Here is a basic run-down:
12 contestants will participate in two challenges a week for 6 weeks. The winner of each challenge will be granted immnity from that week’s judgement. 2 contestants will be voted off each week, and the last lady standing will be crowned Ultimate Blogger and recieve an $500 prize package. You can moniter/discuss the competition at the official Ultimate Blogger site.
I am really excited about this project, and I can only hope that my loyal fan(s) will rally around me, posting comments in my favor on the official site, and talking trash the other contestants around your respective water coolers. My strategy is to go below the radar for as long as possible. There are some intense instigators in this competition, and I want to let them duke it out as I slip through each round unscathed. (What? Do I hear a chorus of “Fat Chance?”) What’s weird is that Perfect Heart is referenced in my bio, which means that random dudes/bloodthirsty rivals can peruse at their leisure. With this expanded readership in mind, I considered removing some of my more emo entries. (Normally I have like, 1-12 readers, and I know all of them.) Ultimately I’ve decided to let my blog stand as it is, and hope for a clean fight.
Ultimate Blogger aside, my weekend was deliciously busy. I rode my bike all over the place, enjoying the fine weather. I spent an afternoon with my friend Guy, filming a short movie that I am going to enter in this One Minute Film Festival later in the month. My friends Adam and Honey (aka “World”) are going to make a one minute song to score my film, which is about riding my bicycle.
I also participated in a Ladies Poker Night at the home of my friend and coworker, The Other Liz. She put an ad on Craig’s List for lady poker buddies, got some nice responses, and Saturday night I joined the motley crew for SIX HOURS of Texas Hold’em. There was a lot of potential for this event to be incredible awkward, but Liz is a master hostess, and it went swimmingly. Turns out poker is fun, once you actually learn how to play! (None of us understood the game very well at first, but a few library books and “Poker for Dummies” playing cards got us right on board. Now we are champs!) We ate snacks, drank Bicardi Breezers, and worked on our betting strategies. We are going to make it a bi-weekly event.
I think the sun is making me wicked. I keep having the alarming impulse to lean forward and kiss whoever I’m talking to at the moment. Some cute friend imight be going on about his job, and I’m thinking about planting my lips on his mid-sentance. (It’s probably not a coincidence that I’ve been running into past/potential crushes all weekend.) It’s not sexual really, just friendly. I want to know what his beard would feel like on my chin, or her eyelashes on my cheek. Is this weird? Some people can’t see a knife without imagining stabbing someone. Kissing fantasies can’t be that bad, right? Right, guys? Guys?