So I got to thinking when I was showering last night (where I get most of my bright ideas) I realized that lately, I have been having to apologize for a lot of things. And they are just things about me. Like what I think, or what I like. And I shouldn't have to apologize for those. So who knew, that this would be the article to maybe clear a few things up so I learn to stop apologizing for who I am.

My name is Christine Thomson. I am 23 years old. I always feel like I am the oldest person in the school. My favourite colour is pink. My favourite TV show is 24. I do like long walks on the beach, but I wish someone would walk on the beach with me. I have expensive taste in everything. I always have money, but I am incredibly cheap. I have great taste in men, but I know no eligible bachelors.

When I go home at night, I like to sit on the couch, eat chips, and watch Friends. I like to get comfortable by sitting in my underwear, but now I am scared my neighbours have noticed because I don't have blinds on all my windows and I am “the half naked neighbour” to them.

I haven't worked out in about two months. I am addicted to my computer, but I hate Facebook. I don't really know how to download music, but I hate being without it. I love that MSN doesn't save conversation history. I am deathly afraid of the dark. My family only lives in Burlington, but I miss them everyday. They recently got call display, and whenever they don't answer, I swear they are screening their calls. I love my traditional Christmas and other holidays, and I worry that I am not going to be willing to give up my traditions for anyone.

I have never changed a light bulb, shoveled a driveway, or cut grass in my entire life, and I just realized I am going to have to learn how to do all of these things immediately.

I don't have a lot of close friends. I have a few girls and guys I really care about, but I never had a big group of friends I could trust. I'm still not sure if I am jealous when I see big groups of people having fun.

Sometimes when I go to work, my clothes don't match, because I have no idea what colours look good. But I don't care enough to worry about it. But then there are days when I care so much about my appearance, you can easily call me high-maintenance. There are days where I feel I am completely over my head and I have no idea how to get on top of my game. If I am wearing a hat at work, people know it's because I had no time to do my hair, but thank goodness I look good in hats. There are times at work when I have no idea what people are talking about, and I am embarrassed to admit I don't know what's going on.

I work with some great people. I wish they knew how much I appreciated being around them and how valuable they are. I don't know how to thank them enough at the end of this year, because during a rough time, I felt safe here.

No matter how confident I seem, I am constantly worried about ending up alone. I wonder if I am too picky, or if I am just not good enough. I can never tell if a guy likes me as more than a friend unless he actually says it. Over the past few years, dating is no longer a game. And to my surprise, I have to like a guy's family and friends as much as I like him.

I have trouble-saying no, and boy, has it gotten me in trouble! I have no idea where I am going to be working May 1 of next year, and I need a job. I get too dedicated to my work, and sometimes I don't understand why people aren't as passionate as me.

So there you are. These are some of my stories. My name is Christine Thomson, and I am the FSU President!