I was tagged for 10 things
1. I'm a fraternal twin. I'm extra glad that I'm not identical because that means we had our own little sac homes and I had no direct crotch/fist/foot/butt to face action.
2. I only wash my hair once or maybe twice a week. Dry skin means your hair doesn't get greasy.
3. I have my Pollyanna moments, but really I distrust just about every stranger around me. If I am missing something I tend to first assume that it was stolen. I don't like this about myself.
4. I want to be a teacher, but continually put off applying to credential programs because I feel too young and am continuously annoyed with kids that I come across in daily life. Not to mention the mess that is the California Public School system.
5. The fact that I spend way too much time online has recently manifested itself in the phrase "sad face" which I use often and in public. The other night at Hollywood Video I used it and the girl at the counter called me on it. I blushed at being caught, but was quickly more embarrassed by how the girl proceeded to gush in her nerding out. She claimed that she frequently uses "X D". Saying the letters outloud in place of saying something makes her laugh or smile. I plan to cut back on "sad face" so as to distance myself from people like her.
6. I have two recurring dreams. In the first I am driving my parents old Ram Charger along a rural road with constant rises and dips. The brakes don't work and the car keeps speeding up. In the second I realize that I have been enrolled in undergrad classes for the semester, but had forgotten about the courses since signing up and haven't been to a single class in months. Finals are looming and it's too late to withdraw. But why did I even sign up for classes? I graduated... what am I even doing back in Sonoma County?! The first dream I have been having for years once every few months. The second I have been having once a month or so for the past year and a half.
7. I didn't date in high school and I'm so glad. Look at the asshats I dated in college when I was "older and wiser"
8. I haven't made very many new friends since moving back home. If you lived here, you would understand why.
9. My second serious boyfriend primarily dated me because of my Olds Cutlass. That really should have bothered me more than it did. Just about everything about that relationship should have bothered me more than they did.
10. I spend more time than even I realize having fake arguments in my head. Arguments for completely fictitious situations. Blame a healthy imagination.
I think I hadn't had lunch yet when I sent this off to the friend who tagged me in an email. See how cranky and negative I get when I'm hungry?!
The other week after going to the dentist for the first time in much too long I met up with Timmy and Robert. We decided to eat an early dinner and then see a movie. Off to sushi we went to gorge ourselves on fish and alcohol. I ordered a bottle of saki thinking it would just be one of those little carafe things like I usually get there. Nope, it was the regular size bottle and the boys wanted nothing to do with it. So I finished my food, managed to tuck back half the bottle, and then sat wondering what I should do. I had paid for the whole thing, but there was no way I was going to be able to finish it after eating. Since the bottle had a screw top, Robert told me to just tuck it in my purse and take it with when we left. Walk out of a restaurant with an open container? My goody-goody nature was horrified. But still... the bottle was already paid for... I was unsure. I like this place and we come often. I didn't want to put them in risk of losing their alcohol license. Or for them to remember me the next time as THAT girl. In the end the bottle calling my name won, but I wasn't about to sit there while the boys took their sweet ass time finishing and the risk of being called out by the waiter grew. I hid the bottle, said I would go buy the tickets, and then all but ran the two blocks to the theater.
It seemed like forever while I waited for them to join me. What was taking so long? Had the waiter demanded they stay until I returned? Probably not. I hope. While I sat and checked the time on my phone a group of high schoolers walked by. One guy, he couldn't have been more than 16, stopped and came over to try to chat me up. He tried to be all slick and sound worried that anyone I was with would be fine with leaving me alone. If I were his woman (ha!) I would never spend more than two minutes alone. He wouldn't letup. I was depressed that I must appear young enough for him to feel so comfortable as to display his "manly protective" side. He ended by trying to get my number, failing, and assuring me he would ask me again if he ever saw me.
When Tim and Robert finally showed up we went in to see Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins. It was just as bad as you would think. A couple who laughed too loud and too often sat on the left hand side of the theater. Another couple including a man who was continuously coughing up what sounded like gallons of phlegm sat in the back. Add the three of us and that made up the entire audience. Clearly a popular flick. With such a low attendance and the hacking ass in the back, I felt no shame in adding to the classy atmosphere by drinking the rest of my bottle of saki.
2. I only wash my hair once or maybe twice a week. Dry skin means your hair doesn't get greasy.
3. I have my Pollyanna moments, but really I distrust just about every stranger around me. If I am missing something I tend to first assume that it was stolen. I don't like this about myself.
4. I want to be a teacher, but continually put off applying to credential programs because I feel too young and am continuously annoyed with kids that I come across in daily life. Not to mention the mess that is the California Public School system.
5. The fact that I spend way too much time online has recently manifested itself in the phrase "sad face" which I use often and in public. The other night at Hollywood Video I used it and the girl at the counter called me on it. I blushed at being caught, but was quickly more embarrassed by how the girl proceeded to gush in her nerding out. She claimed that she frequently uses "X D". Saying the letters outloud in place of saying something makes her laugh or smile. I plan to cut back on "sad face" so as to distance myself from people like her.
6. I have two recurring dreams. In the first I am driving my parents old Ram Charger along a rural road with constant rises and dips. The brakes don't work and the car keeps speeding up. In the second I realize that I have been enrolled in undergrad classes for the semester, but had forgotten about the courses since signing up and haven't been to a single class in months. Finals are looming and it's too late to withdraw. But why did I even sign up for classes? I graduated... what am I even doing back in Sonoma County?! The first dream I have been having for years once every few months. The second I have been having once a month or so for the past year and a half.
7. I didn't date in high school and I'm so glad. Look at the asshats I dated in college when I was "older and wiser"
8. I haven't made very many new friends since moving back home. If you lived here, you would understand why.
9. My second serious boyfriend primarily dated me because of my Olds Cutlass. That really should have bothered me more than it did. Just about everything about that relationship should have bothered me more than they did.
10. I spend more time than even I realize having fake arguments in my head. Arguments for completely fictitious situations. Blame a healthy imagination.
I think I hadn't had lunch yet when I sent this off to the friend who tagged me in an email. See how cranky and negative I get when I'm hungry?!
The other week after going to the dentist for the first time in much too long I met up with Timmy and Robert. We decided to eat an early dinner and then see a movie. Off to sushi we went to gorge ourselves on fish and alcohol. I ordered a bottle of saki thinking it would just be one of those little carafe things like I usually get there. Nope, it was the regular size bottle and the boys wanted nothing to do with it. So I finished my food, managed to tuck back half the bottle, and then sat wondering what I should do. I had paid for the whole thing, but there was no way I was going to be able to finish it after eating. Since the bottle had a screw top, Robert told me to just tuck it in my purse and take it with when we left. Walk out of a restaurant with an open container? My goody-goody nature was horrified. But still... the bottle was already paid for... I was unsure. I like this place and we come often. I didn't want to put them in risk of losing their alcohol license. Or for them to remember me the next time as THAT girl. In the end the bottle calling my name won, but I wasn't about to sit there while the boys took their sweet ass time finishing and the risk of being called out by the waiter grew. I hid the bottle, said I would go buy the tickets, and then all but ran the two blocks to the theater.
It seemed like forever while I waited for them to join me. What was taking so long? Had the waiter demanded they stay until I returned? Probably not. I hope. While I sat and checked the time on my phone a group of high schoolers walked by. One guy, he couldn't have been more than 16, stopped and came over to try to chat me up. He tried to be all slick and sound worried that anyone I was with would be fine with leaving me alone. If I were his woman (ha!) I would never spend more than two minutes alone. He wouldn't letup. I was depressed that I must appear young enough for him to feel so comfortable as to display his "manly protective" side. He ended by trying to get my number, failing, and assuring me he would ask me again if he ever saw me.
When Tim and Robert finally showed up we went in to see Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins. It was just as bad as you would think. A couple who laughed too loud and too often sat on the left hand side of the theater. Another couple including a man who was continuously coughing up what sounded like gallons of phlegm sat in the back. Add the three of us and that made up the entire audience. Clearly a popular flick. With such a low attendance and the hacking ass in the back, I felt no shame in adding to the classy atmosphere by drinking the rest of my bottle of saki.