Confession

I'm a big nerd.

I tell people this all the time and they look at me with that "Yeah, I don't exactly believe you" look.

Well, believe it. I spent my childhood afternoons playing classical music on an ancient upright piano. I was an elementary school spelling bee champ. I was in marching band in high school. I also did color guard in high school for three years...of my own volition. I didn't go to a single party when I was in high school. I'm about a pair of glasses and some headgear away from MTV having to make a movie about my awkwardness and my subsequent transition into the world of socially adept people.

Okay, let's not kid ourselves. You know I still haven't made that transition.

So in the latest episode of "I Was an Awkward Twentysomething Living in the Desert", I got Netflix. And I am in LOVE. Serious love. More serious than the time I went to Homecoming with the boy of my adolescent dreams. I've had Netflix for three days and I have watched eight movies.

THEY STREAM MOVIES ON THE INTERNET! IT'S AMAZING!

But here's the really dorky part: I love documentaries. LOVE them. Can't get enough of them. Documentary about a spelling bee? Sure! Middle-aged, middle-class women who have become homeless and have to live in their cars? Sounds interesting. The wild parrots of Telegraph Hill? Sounds like a little piece of home.

Also, the Olympics are starting! The SUMMER Olympics! Those are my favorite Olympics!

Why?

Because of the Ukranian gymnasts.

Don't ask me why, but I developed an affinity for them as a small child. They were just...always...the best. So trained. So focused. So...Eastern European.

Except when I was a kid, I thought that the Ukraine and the UK were the same place. Shame that my intense dorkiness didn't extend to geography.