HAPPY 100, BITCHES!

Shit is about to get real.

Is it amazing to anyone else that this is the 100th post -- on 11/11/11?!
No? You don't think so?
No one?
Bueller, Bueller?
SERIOUSLY?!
Fine......

Either way, regardless of your lackluster knowledge and/or opinion on my 100th post, it is STILL my "50x2" post....and I am loving that!
I wanted to do something interesting and a bit off-the-cuff than my normal spiel, but really, this is nothing earth-shattering or fantastical....it's just a memeto to mark the fact that I made it to 100 on 11/11/11 and on a Friday....it's like three great things all wrapped into one, like a perfect blogging burrito!
(If you want a real fantastical 100th post, read my pal's, The Procrastinator. Did you read/watch it? Pretty damn cool right?!)

So what is it SS, what's the deal? What are you going to share with us?!

I am going to share ME!
Don't we already know you?
I mean, pretty much.
But not reeeeally!
Here it goes.

Superficial Sanctuary = Torrie Smith
Yep. That's me, that's my actual name.

Why Torrie? Because my twin brother, Tyler, came out first....and my parents wanted our names to have the same first intials.
Yeah.....that's the reason.
Try sharing that story in a room full of students during your freshman seminar in college with people named "Paris" for where their parents met and "Tiffany" because it was where her mother worked when she met her dad.......I mean, I went to a fashion school for one hot semester after all! I had no good reason for being Torrie, sorry fashion whores.

However, I still think my name speaks a lot about who I am as a person.....if you think about it. Which I won't make you do, of course, because I'm just going to tell you WHY it speaks a lot about me....and you'll look at me with this new found respect because SS is about to get deep!

Torrie is not that common of a name....or it wasn't when I was in high school.
It is not short for Victoria (which is the number 1 question I hate next to "Can you feel your twin brother's pain?!" -- seriously, you're an idiot).
It is not spelled in the common way (both my sisters have "ie" endings in their names, too!)
It is not anywhere close to the mundane and humdrum last name of Smith.

.....which makes my name just like me....completely unique but still pretty boring.

I love being who I am, as different as that may be, as odd as I may be in my real life.
However, I am still proud to be a bit boring, whether that means I choose not to step outside my comfort zone or feel pressured into being a certain way or fitting into a certain mold.
I don't do drugs (except for caffeine), I don't have mental issues (that have been diagnosed anyways....or fixed with alcohol!), and I don't think my actions will land me a reality show on a channel that should be playing music.
But damnit, I am so stoked to be the person I am today, 23 (and a half!) years in the making! I love big, I laugh bigger, and I cry like a f*cking baby....but I would never trade being Torrie Smith for anything in the world.

Do you ever think about why you are the person you are? In all honesty, I think about that question a lot, because I am a firm believer in the idea that "everything happens for a reason" -- when I was younger this thought was more like, "Why wasn't I a dog?" or "What if God chose me to be this fork?!" to "What if I were just this chair, and my sole purpose was to comfort your ass?" to a more mature question of, "Why am I me? Why am I so unlike that person and what is the reason for me being me and not, well, anyone else?"

I don't ask it because I wish to be that person....and I certainly am ecstatic that I am not that chair.
I just think it's something fantastic to think about. Was was I made this way and not that way?
I have yet to find that answer and I don't really ever look for the answer, but I still love asking myself that question....just because.

So yes, I am still SS, but you can call me Torrie, too. My students sometimes call me T.Smith and I'm just fine with that name, as well. Some went as far as to call me T-Money, but I don't prefer that one so much...it ruins my chances of using it later when my rapping career takes off.

I still will write this blog in the same witty and sarcastic manner.
I still want to make you laugh and ignite your brain with the desires of all things makeup and skincare.
I still want to rant about my teaching days and complain about bad fashion choices.
I still will be me, but now you know the real name behind the other name of the girl behind this blog.

Leaving you now with a photo of the tattoo(s) I just got done this week that fits this post quite well. I added to my original tattoo to help balance out the other arm where I just got a feather.
It represents the feeling I have with my (real) writing and my flight and journey as a growing 20-something. BIG thanks to my future brother-in-law for doing it for me.....I love it!

"More than anything else, the sensation of flight is one of perfect peace mingled with an
excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination."

Mushy post over. AAAAAND SCENE!

Until next time, farewell blogger buddies, you mah bitches fo' life, and cheers to the next 100 posts.......