meme Catchup.
First, let's continue that music meme.
Hey, you could do worse than acapella covers of metal songs.
Day 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you dance.
Day 3: A song that makes you cry.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: A singer/band you're ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: A singer/band whose popularity you'll never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you you liked in High school.
Day 16: The first song in your Mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite movie video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you're pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you'd like played at your funeral.
And now, that one where you post shit about you.
Introduce Myself:
It's a difficult thing to do, I think. Let's start with the factoid part. I'm half German and half Irish. I'm five foot two. I'm usually between 107 and 112 lbs. I'm one of about two million people on the planet with a sodium deficiency and one of a much greater number with heterochromia. I have black hair which I like to dye into insane colours like green. I have always wished I was an albino because I make a horrible blonde but actually look pretty remarkable with white hair.
I couldn't tell you my sexuality. I like...who I like. I'm not really seriously uncomfortable with the idea of men OR women. I always just believe that any love is preferable to hate. Screw labels.
So. My name is Ash. For a long time it used to be 'Ashley', but I wound up with three Ashleys in my 8th grade home form. I hated the way we were 'Ashley C' (myself), 'Ashley G' and 'Ashley H'. It felt unoriginal, so I started telling everyone my name was 'Ash'. Let the other two fight it out, I suppose.
I've never really liked my name anyway. I like the fact that some of my new internet friends and people I play TF2 with call me 'Lost'. In fact, I even like it that I get my name mutilated (for fun) into names from some of my favorite series. Like, 'Xemnash' or 'Ashobe'. I have had several ideas over the years of what I'd change my name to if I could, but as the years tick by it's less likely I'll act on it. 'Ash' is probably good enough.
I also have over 9000 middle names. (or just two and an number. Whatever you like.)
I happen to be a narcissist. This is a hugely different thing than NPD or Egomania. I know I frustrate people, but I've learned to use it to my advantage by trying to relate what other people are saying to my own experience and then, how I dealt with it. It's good for problem solving and advice.
I'm an academic. This doesn't necessarily mean I'm smart. It means I'm ridiculously knowledgeable about what I'm getting my doctorate in. I have the 'absent minded' part down, really, REALLY well in other areas...and am often embaressed by what I don't know. This usually relates to very VERY stupid things. I recall one time when I was 14 in particular realizing that I could get a TRANSFER on a bus and not have to pay every time I got on. Yes. Also, I have had to have been stopped from walking into traffic several times. 100% of the time that was RIGHT AFTER LEAVING THE LIBRARY.
On that note, a big part of who I am is being two years away from being a Professor of English Literature and Language. I'm not even 100% sure I really want to be a professor anymore - no I still want my PhD, but because what I'm studying involves me translating medical texts, I could get a job in a lab as a historical research translator which would pay me more. I've enjoyed doing this for my friends Nash and Arun at UofGlasgow, (the former is working with MRI technology, the later on Breast Cancer research) and it pays 2 times as much as a professor.
Cancer has happened in my life too and is a part of...well, who I am, since I'm writing about it. When I was in grade two, my best friend Krystal's brother died of it. When I was thirteen, I made two of the greatest friends: James and Dan...and how we met was because of James' struggle with the disease. I didn't really 'get it' until I suffered from it myself. I've had several tumors removed. Small ones yes, ones that were not cancerous but benign and growing. I never had it as rough as James Allen, that's for darn sure and the most awful one was actually on my knee and not even cancerous. It was a nightmare going to the doctor, getting injections, taking pills, putting on weight because my diet/exercise was disrupted...and to that end being barely able to walk a flight of stairs or to school, having to call for a taxi for a simple jog I was doing almost every day. Having to take a year off of school.
While we're discussing Ash's special health issues, I suffer, BADLY from a metal condition that...no matter how many other friends I have with it or visits to the psychiatrist, I can never entirely shake it. It hits Academics very VERY hard. It's called Impostor syndrome. It can be best summed up as feeling constantly as though whatever you've accomplished is a stroke of luck and that one day you're going to fail and everyone in the room will know you're just lucky. Wiki it. One of the reasons it affects academics is that you might often attend a conference or a lecture and realize you know nothing about something someone else is very knowledgable about. And you feel like you should be, even though you realize that person has been spending their entire postgrad career researching it. There's knowing the symptoms and there's experiencing it too...and narcissist means a high focus on one's own self. So, there you have it.
I believe in God, Christianity and HAVE read the bible. Actually it's one of the most goddamn boring books you'll ever read. The only way to do it is to read a page or two every night for a year. Seriously. But I do believe in God. I also believe, from personal experience is that there's only one way to choose a religion. You have to realize for yourself that it's the correct religion for you. At one point I decided that religion was pointless and I wasn't going to pray anymore or believe in God. It was the most lonely, upsetting, frustrating week of my life. When I started again, I felt...just...better. There was nothing else that was bothering me at the time. I had no major issues to deal with. So yes. I believe.
I'm usually an optimistic person. I do my best NOT to view things as insurmountable. I feel hopeless from time to time and I fuck up of course, but I do my best to remind myself that while I need to solve my own problems, there are people who will help me. I wasn't always that way. Everyone who knows me NOW can't imagine that I was an asshole. In fact, I was THAT asshole. I suppose that since many of the friends I had I made through fandom, and often they speak of a different experience growing up, plus the added bonus of being in the geek culture where many were ostracized as kids. I was the popular bitch - the worst thing I actually remember doing was ditching a girl at the movie theatre. Telling her to go in and so she paid her ticket and went to sit down and presumably saved us seats while the rest of us just went off to another mall. Later in my high school career, I was friendless being in a home form where none of my back up group were and that can unseat even the most ruthless of tyrants. I learned to balance things in the end. I like to think I'm at least something of a good friend now and have grown out of my baby 'need to be popular' or 'wahhh no one likes meeeee' phases.
I will add this: I can't talk about who I am without talking about music and food. I wouldn't go so far to say either is my life, but cooking is my most favorite way of dealing with problems. If I'm stressed out, I'll get up at one in the morning and make...soup or cookies or anything. Musically speaking, I love my guitar, my piano and my drums. I actually did ruin my voice (I used to be a descant soprano - now I'm an alto) through smoking. I've quit smoking. So now I death growl. Yet as far as guitars are concerned - I've always wanted a left-handed gibson darkfire...but my favorite guitars are acoustic. I love trying to do accoustic covers of metal songs and classic rock or punk. But both those things are massive stress relievers and I'm usually listening to something unless I'm asleep.
So yes. There you are. I am Ash, and I'm sorry but my boomstick is in my other badass leather trenchcoat.
Day 02 - Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 - Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 - What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 - Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 - Your day, in great detail
Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 - A moment, in great detail
Day 09 - Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 - Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 - What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 - This week, in great detail
Day 14 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 - Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 - Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 - Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 - Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 - This month, in great detail
Day 21 - Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 - Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
Day 26 - Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 - Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 - Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 - Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 - One last moment, in great detail
Click to viewHey, you could do worse than acapella covers of metal songs.
Day 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you dance.
Day 3: A song that makes you cry.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: A singer/band you're ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: A singer/band whose popularity you'll never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you you liked in High school.
Day 16: The first song in your Mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite movie video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you're pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you'd like played at your funeral.
And now, that one where you post shit about you.
Introduce Myself:
It's a difficult thing to do, I think. Let's start with the factoid part. I'm half German and half Irish. I'm five foot two. I'm usually between 107 and 112 lbs. I'm one of about two million people on the planet with a sodium deficiency and one of a much greater number with heterochromia. I have black hair which I like to dye into insane colours like green. I have always wished I was an albino because I make a horrible blonde but actually look pretty remarkable with white hair.
I couldn't tell you my sexuality. I like...who I like. I'm not really seriously uncomfortable with the idea of men OR women. I always just believe that any love is preferable to hate. Screw labels.
So. My name is Ash. For a long time it used to be 'Ashley', but I wound up with three Ashleys in my 8th grade home form. I hated the way we were 'Ashley C' (myself), 'Ashley G' and 'Ashley H'. It felt unoriginal, so I started telling everyone my name was 'Ash'. Let the other two fight it out, I suppose.
I've never really liked my name anyway. I like the fact that some of my new internet friends and people I play TF2 with call me 'Lost'. In fact, I even like it that I get my name mutilated (for fun) into names from some of my favorite series. Like, 'Xemnash' or 'Ashobe'. I have had several ideas over the years of what I'd change my name to if I could, but as the years tick by it's less likely I'll act on it. 'Ash' is probably good enough.
I also have over 9000 middle names. (or just two and an number. Whatever you like.)
I happen to be a narcissist. This is a hugely different thing than NPD or Egomania. I know I frustrate people, but I've learned to use it to my advantage by trying to relate what other people are saying to my own experience and then, how I dealt with it. It's good for problem solving and advice.
I'm an academic. This doesn't necessarily mean I'm smart. It means I'm ridiculously knowledgeable about what I'm getting my doctorate in. I have the 'absent minded' part down, really, REALLY well in other areas...and am often embaressed by what I don't know. This usually relates to very VERY stupid things. I recall one time when I was 14 in particular realizing that I could get a TRANSFER on a bus and not have to pay every time I got on. Yes. Also, I have had to have been stopped from walking into traffic several times. 100% of the time that was RIGHT AFTER LEAVING THE LIBRARY.
On that note, a big part of who I am is being two years away from being a Professor of English Literature and Language. I'm not even 100% sure I really want to be a professor anymore - no I still want my PhD, but because what I'm studying involves me translating medical texts, I could get a job in a lab as a historical research translator which would pay me more. I've enjoyed doing this for my friends Nash and Arun at UofGlasgow, (the former is working with MRI technology, the later on Breast Cancer research) and it pays 2 times as much as a professor.
Cancer has happened in my life too and is a part of...well, who I am, since I'm writing about it. When I was in grade two, my best friend Krystal's brother died of it. When I was thirteen, I made two of the greatest friends: James and Dan...and how we met was because of James' struggle with the disease. I didn't really 'get it' until I suffered from it myself. I've had several tumors removed. Small ones yes, ones that were not cancerous but benign and growing. I never had it as rough as James Allen, that's for darn sure and the most awful one was actually on my knee and not even cancerous. It was a nightmare going to the doctor, getting injections, taking pills, putting on weight because my diet/exercise was disrupted...and to that end being barely able to walk a flight of stairs or to school, having to call for a taxi for a simple jog I was doing almost every day. Having to take a year off of school.
While we're discussing Ash's special health issues, I suffer, BADLY from a metal condition that...no matter how many other friends I have with it or visits to the psychiatrist, I can never entirely shake it. It hits Academics very VERY hard. It's called Impostor syndrome. It can be best summed up as feeling constantly as though whatever you've accomplished is a stroke of luck and that one day you're going to fail and everyone in the room will know you're just lucky. Wiki it. One of the reasons it affects academics is that you might often attend a conference or a lecture and realize you know nothing about something someone else is very knowledgable about. And you feel like you should be, even though you realize that person has been spending their entire postgrad career researching it. There's knowing the symptoms and there's experiencing it too...and narcissist means a high focus on one's own self. So, there you have it.
I believe in God, Christianity and HAVE read the bible. Actually it's one of the most goddamn boring books you'll ever read. The only way to do it is to read a page or two every night for a year. Seriously. But I do believe in God. I also believe, from personal experience is that there's only one way to choose a religion. You have to realize for yourself that it's the correct religion for you. At one point I decided that religion was pointless and I wasn't going to pray anymore or believe in God. It was the most lonely, upsetting, frustrating week of my life. When I started again, I felt...just...better. There was nothing else that was bothering me at the time. I had no major issues to deal with. So yes. I believe.
I'm usually an optimistic person. I do my best NOT to view things as insurmountable. I feel hopeless from time to time and I fuck up of course, but I do my best to remind myself that while I need to solve my own problems, there are people who will help me. I wasn't always that way. Everyone who knows me NOW can't imagine that I was an asshole. In fact, I was THAT asshole. I suppose that since many of the friends I had I made through fandom, and often they speak of a different experience growing up, plus the added bonus of being in the geek culture where many were ostracized as kids. I was the popular bitch - the worst thing I actually remember doing was ditching a girl at the movie theatre. Telling her to go in and so she paid her ticket and went to sit down and presumably saved us seats while the rest of us just went off to another mall. Later in my high school career, I was friendless being in a home form where none of my back up group were and that can unseat even the most ruthless of tyrants. I learned to balance things in the end. I like to think I'm at least something of a good friend now and have grown out of my baby 'need to be popular' or 'wahhh no one likes meeeee' phases.
I will add this: I can't talk about who I am without talking about music and food. I wouldn't go so far to say either is my life, but cooking is my most favorite way of dealing with problems. If I'm stressed out, I'll get up at one in the morning and make...soup or cookies or anything. Musically speaking, I love my guitar, my piano and my drums. I actually did ruin my voice (I used to be a descant soprano - now I'm an alto) through smoking. I've quit smoking. So now I death growl. Yet as far as guitars are concerned - I've always wanted a left-handed gibson darkfire...but my favorite guitars are acoustic. I love trying to do accoustic covers of metal songs and classic rock or punk. But both those things are massive stress relievers and I'm usually listening to something unless I'm asleep.
So yes. There you are. I am Ash, and I'm sorry but my boomstick is in my other badass leather trenchcoat.
Day 02 - Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 - Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 - What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 - Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 - Your day, in great detail
Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 - A moment, in great detail
Day 09 - Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 - Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 - What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 - This week, in great detail
Day 14 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 - Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 - Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 - Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 - Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 - This month, in great detail
Day 21 - Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 - Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
Day 26 - Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 - Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 - Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 - Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 - One last moment, in great detail