Feb 06, 2014 20:14
OK so the other day, I wrote this whole long post about life and my move from NYC to Syracuse and it was this big love letter to New York and then…I lost it. My computer bugged out or something and it was gone. I can re-write most of it; the emotions are still the same so it wouldn’t be much different, but so much of the post just poured out of me so I want to wait until I’m just as insprired. In the mean time, I was talking to Matt about the zoo in Washington, D.C. (we’re trying to plan a long weekend there for the spring) and how I didn’t get to go the last (and only other) time I was there. And I realized that if there’s one thing I love to do in any city I visit, is go to a sporting event and/or a zoo or aquarium (is there both? I will do both.) This isn’t a joke. We were in Bermuda, on a perfect day, and I made us go to their aquarium/zoo because…hello? Galapagos turtles!! (If you have the chance to go to an exhibit where Galapagos turtles will be…go. They are insanely big and slow and completely awesome.)
So, random facts about me:
1. I love a zoo/aquarium. I’m not a nerd, I don’t really care about species origins or eating habits…I just am fascinated by animals. I literally threw a temper tantrum when we went to NOLA and no one wanted take time out of drinking to go to the aquarium with me. I mean, the drinking was fun, but come on guys. Octopus. Piranha. SEALS. At the zoo/aquarium in Bermuda, there was a lemur exhibit where the lemurs were only separate from you by a fence that was maybe a foot high. So potentially, they could just be walking around next to you. It was awesome/freaked me out. I love that both zoos and aquariums have penguins. I hate any sort of bird exhibit because….
2. I have a weird fear of birds. I’ve never been attacked by one, and have only been pooped on twice but those things are terrifying. Pigeons? Nope. In Bermuda there were just rogue chickens walking around everywhere. Nope.
3. I got to feed a giraffe at the fair last summer and it was one of the coolest experiences. I mean. It was obviously a tourist attraction, but it totally made my day (if not summer).
4. I love to be outdoors and hike or explore new places. But I hate camping. Well, I’ve never been camping. But I just know I would hate it. I’m not really high maintenance at all, I just like sleeping in a bed. Or even on the floor, but just not the ground. Something about sleeping where bugs sleep doesn’t really appeal to me.
5. I will never be that girl who dresses up to do things that don’t require dressing up. IE-I am totally in support of going to the grocery store sans makeup, in yoga pants and a hoodie. I actually dislike girls who wear heels to sporting events. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
6. There was a time in my life where I was a really terrible person. I was a bitch, plain and simple. To the point where, in high school, people would ask Katie why and how she was friends with me. I thought I was better than most people, and if I didn’t think that I sure as hell acted like it. Then one day, I decided that was a pretty terrible way to go about life. So now, I give everyone a fair shot. But if you even try to be a bitch to me I can outbitch you like nobody’s business. Don’t try.
7. There are days (or sometimes full weekends) where I think it’s acceptable to not leave my house. It has nothing to do with my emotional well-being and more with the fact that sometimes Netflix and take out is just a much better option.
8. There is a space in my brain that is occupied by episdoes of Full House, Saved by the Bell and How I Met Your Mother, lines from movies, lyrics to songs I haven’t heard in years, and plotlines from books that I can never remember the titles or characters of. I wish this space was occupied with other things. Like math formulas or something. But pop culture has seem to come in handy for me more than the quadratic equation.
9. I’m not religious. Like at all. I was baptized Catholic, and I identify with that on some level. But I have a problem with a lot of the theories the church promotes. I wish I was more spiritual, but I have my own beliefs, as I’m sure many people do. I like to think that when I’m praying, I’m not talking to God or Jesus, but to my loved ones who are no longer with me. It something that I can identify with on a deeper level. I also get a little bit uncomfortable when people preach about their religions. I feel like prayer, religion and spirituality are a very personal thing. It’s like going to the bathroom. We all know what you’re doing in there, but we don’t need to discuss it.