Day Two
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
1. What I'm doing with my life right now is not at all what I expected. I started college as a journalism major, thinking I'd be a writer. Ten years ago, I was making anime webpages in my dorm room, only vaguely realizing that I was developing a marketable skill. I didn't pick up an SLR camera for the first time until 2002(?) and after the 10-week B/W film photography course, I didn't pick one up again for almost five years.
2. I've never been a naturally-gifted athlete, and I lived a very sedentary lifestyle, up until my early-to-mid-20s. At my heaviest, I carried over 230 pounds on my 5' 6 1/2" frame. Since finding my way into wushu and other physical pursuits, I can't imagine *not* being at least somewhat active for the rest of my life.
3. I've come to really enjoy performing, but I'd completely abhor being famous in any visually-recognizable way.
4. One of my least-favorite descriptors is, "shy." I was described this way quite a bit growing up, and it really started to irk me, over the years. Granted, I *was* quite shy when I was young, but that was more out of fear of being picked on than anything. I'm quiet and introverted, certainly, and easily embarrassed, at times, but Shy has never felt like the right word for me.
5. I went through a period where I actively disliked most females, due to the ugly and competitive nature of how a lot of women are taught to treat each other by our culture. Fortunately, I've since discovered that I simply hadn't met the right females, yet.
6. My cursive handwriting is pretty terrible, and my left-hander's smudge just exacerbates the problem. I was once accused by a classmate of receiving an A+ on an essay exam because, "[my] handwriting was so bad the teacher couldn't read it." Nowadays, I only use cursive for signing my name.
7. Up until a few months ago, I could count the number of people I've mouth-kissed on one hand. I can still count them on two.
8. I'm pretty certain that I can also count on two hands the number of church services I've attended. I've attended Lutheran church, Catholic mass, and non-denominational church. And maybe one or two others I'm forgetting. I have read most of the Bible, but only from a perspective of literary significance.
9. I've often described myself as the Laziest Fangirl on Earth. However, it'd be more accurate to say that I have a short attention span, because it's rare that I get obsessive enough about any one thing to be truly up-to-date on what's happening in that world. I'm also more likely to get fixated on a particular show, or game, or activity, rather than a wider genre that those things would fit into.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. What I'm doing with my life right now is not at all what I expected. I started college as a journalism major, thinking I'd be a writer. Ten years ago, I was making anime webpages in my dorm room, only vaguely realizing that I was developing a marketable skill. I didn't pick up an SLR camera for the first time until 2002(?) and after the 10-week B/W film photography course, I didn't pick one up again for almost five years.
2. I've never been a naturally-gifted athlete, and I lived a very sedentary lifestyle, up until my early-to-mid-20s. At my heaviest, I carried over 230 pounds on my 5' 6 1/2" frame. Since finding my way into wushu and other physical pursuits, I can't imagine *not* being at least somewhat active for the rest of my life.
3. I've come to really enjoy performing, but I'd completely abhor being famous in any visually-recognizable way.
4. One of my least-favorite descriptors is, "shy." I was described this way quite a bit growing up, and it really started to irk me, over the years. Granted, I *was* quite shy when I was young, but that was more out of fear of being picked on than anything. I'm quiet and introverted, certainly, and easily embarrassed, at times, but Shy has never felt like the right word for me.
5. I went through a period where I actively disliked most females, due to the ugly and competitive nature of how a lot of women are taught to treat each other by our culture. Fortunately, I've since discovered that I simply hadn't met the right females, yet.
6. My cursive handwriting is pretty terrible, and my left-hander's smudge just exacerbates the problem. I was once accused by a classmate of receiving an A+ on an essay exam because, "[my] handwriting was so bad the teacher couldn't read it." Nowadays, I only use cursive for signing my name.
7. Up until a few months ago, I could count the number of people I've mouth-kissed on one hand. I can still count them on two.
8. I'm pretty certain that I can also count on two hands the number of church services I've attended. I've attended Lutheran church, Catholic mass, and non-denominational church. And maybe one or two others I'm forgetting. I have read most of the Bible, but only from a perspective of literary significance.
9. I've often described myself as the Laziest Fangirl on Earth. However, it'd be more accurate to say that I have a short attention span, because it's rare that I get obsessive enough about any one thing to be truly up-to-date on what's happening in that world. I'm also more likely to get fixated on a particular show, or game, or activity, rather than a wider genre that those things would fit into.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.