I wrote this a long time ago and I dug it out of my old computer files
How would you describe yourself to a stranger?
Someone once asked me if my parents were hippies because my name is Hope. They're not. My dad is Italian and my mom is English, so I look Italian and I act English. I'm happiest outside in the sun, but I always wear sunscreen, because I don’t want to look like an alligator when I’m 30. I’ll drink any tea except black, because it tastes like mud, and I only like coffee when it’s cold. I've been paid to eat octopus salad, goose liver, Jalapeño peppers, and anchovies, but anchovies were the worst. Tiramisu is the ultimate birthday cake.
Although I agree with virtually nothing he says, I think John McCain is the best thing that ever happened to American politics. I love art museums, especially strange contemporary pieces, and I don’t mind standing in front of a big blue canvas pondering the meaning of life. I’m not a tree hugger, but I feel guilty when I don’t recycle cans, and I wanted a leather coat this fall until I realized that I’d be wearing an animal. I’m not a particularly difficult person, but I’ve realized that I rationalize and justify the heck out of life. I believe that money corrupts too many people, and that God doesn’t hate. On the way to Little Italy, I once argued with a NYC cab driver about female ministers and the concept of Hell.
I don’t think you need to cake on make-up or wear tight clothes to look attractive, and I think being cocky or condescending is a huge turn off. I'm not a fan of hardcore music unless I'm genuinely upset, which is rare, but I have cried at the end of On Golden Pond. I’m a self-proclaimed dork who likes wandering around New Haven buying books. I genuinely like people. I admire those who constantly want to better themselves through selflessness. I have a horrible sense of time and direction. Key Club rocks, computers hate me, and I want to live down South, where it's sunny and warm and they drink sweet tea.
Someone once asked me if my parents were hippies because my name is Hope. They're not. My dad is Italian and my mom is English, so I look Italian and I act English. I'm happiest outside in the sun, but I always wear sunscreen, because I don’t want to look like an alligator when I’m 30. I’ll drink any tea except black, because it tastes like mud, and I only like coffee when it’s cold. I've been paid to eat octopus salad, goose liver, Jalapeño peppers, and anchovies, but anchovies were the worst. Tiramisu is the ultimate birthday cake.
Although I agree with virtually nothing he says, I think John McCain is the best thing that ever happened to American politics. I love art museums, especially strange contemporary pieces, and I don’t mind standing in front of a big blue canvas pondering the meaning of life. I’m not a tree hugger, but I feel guilty when I don’t recycle cans, and I wanted a leather coat this fall until I realized that I’d be wearing an animal. I’m not a particularly difficult person, but I’ve realized that I rationalize and justify the heck out of life. I believe that money corrupts too many people, and that God doesn’t hate. On the way to Little Italy, I once argued with a NYC cab driver about female ministers and the concept of Hell.
I don’t think you need to cake on make-up or wear tight clothes to look attractive, and I think being cocky or condescending is a huge turn off. I'm not a fan of hardcore music unless I'm genuinely upset, which is rare, but I have cried at the end of On Golden Pond. I’m a self-proclaimed dork who likes wandering around New Haven buying books. I genuinely like people. I admire those who constantly want to better themselves through selflessness. I have a horrible sense of time and direction. Key Club rocks, computers hate me, and I want to live down South, where it's sunny and warm and they drink sweet tea.