Because I feel like being lame...

Jun 28, 2005 10:06


FIRSTS
First job: Cook at the Rennaissance Festival.
First screen name: I don't remember..
First self purchased CD: Again... not sure. I remember having Ace of Base in seventh grade, but that was a birthday present.
First funeral: My paternal grandmother, followed shortly by my maternal grandmother. I was 13.
First piercing/tattoo: Ears in fourth grade. No tattoos for this girl.
First credit card: Visa. Didn't get that until I moved to Colorado after senior year of college.
First true love: A certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed babe from MSU.
First enemy: In grade school, there was this girl we'll call LC. We competed over another girl, CP, who we both considered our best friend. It went so far that CP started a schedule for who got to sit next to her on the bus. Self-important little brat, wasn't she?
LASTS
Last big car ride: I drove myself to Cleveland about a month ago...
Last kiss: Yesterday.
Last library book checked out: David Means' book of short stories, of which I forget the name...
Last movie seen: In the theatre? Star Wars III. At home? The Aviator.
Last beverage drank: Coffee. Mmmm. Need more coffee.
Last food consumed: A chocolate peanut butter Clif bar.
Last phone call: To James, last night.
Last CD played: Goldfly.
Last annoyance: Waking up to humidity and loud noises outside my open window. It was shut -- and the AC was on -- when I went to bed, but Mr. Buckeye loves to turn it off in the middle of the night and leave me all sweaty.
Last soda drank: It's called pop, buddy.
Last ice cream eaten: Chocolate chip cookie dough, the light, churn style kind of Edys.
Last time scolded: Last night, by Jimmy, for not being a tight-wad with the paper towel. :)
Last shirt worn: My tie-dyed Texas shirt.
Last Web site visited: Weather.com, where I realized how shitty our trip to Florida will be.
I AM: a hose beast.
I WANT: it to be sunny on my vacation so I can get a tan and lay on the beach like the lazy hose beast I am.
I HAVE: one million things to do today to get ready to leave.
I WISH: I did not have to cover the god-forsaken NBA draft tonight.
I HATE: when I get dumped with assignments that should be covered by beat writers.
I FEAR: that I'll oversleep tomorrow. We have to get up at 4:30, yo!
I HEAR: voices in my head.
I SEARCH: for all the shit I lose every single day of my life.
I WONDER: how I have possibly fooled so many people into thinking I'm competant.
I REGRET: being a hose beast all winter.
I LOVE: Robert and Jimmy.
I ALWAYS: find a way to procrastinate.
I AM NOT: sure about much.
I DANCE: my ass off any chance I get.
I SING: in my car.
I CRY: anytime anyone dies in a movie or on a TV show, even if I've just flipped it on.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: a hose beast, but I am sometimes.
I WIN: you lose.
I LOSE: everything? Mostly, my debit card.
I CONFUSE: myself.
I NEED: some clarity.
I WOULD: be in better shape if I ran as much as I thought about running.
I SHOULD: run right now!
YES or NO:
YOU KEEP A DIARY: does this count?
YOU LIKE TO COOK: yes, but that doesn't mean I do it often.
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: Probably not.
YOU HAVE GOALS FOR THE FUTURE: Sure, sure, whatever you say.
DO YOU...?
HAVE A CRUSH: Eh, I think we're past that stage.
WANT TO GET MARRIED: Please? Like... soon?
WANT TO HAVE KIDS: I think so, but way down the road. Although sometimes -- like yesterday -- I realize how much kids just bug the shit out of me.
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: Sometimes. More in thought than in execution.
LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: Fuck no! I'm scared of lightning, like a prissy little 8-year-old.
BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: No. This is wishful thinking. I do believe in chemistry, and seeing a person and right away thinking you might be interested in them, but love? Not a lasting kind, that's for sure.
BELIEVE IN GOD: I believe in something bigger. I'm trying to figure out what.
BELIEVE THAT THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING: Well... I mean, sure, there's a reason for everything. It's impossible that something would happen without a reason. Scientifically, you know? Think about it.
FAVORITES:
NUMBER: 11
COLOR: lime green
DAY: Saturday.
MONTH: July.
SONG(S): Parachute and Come Downstairs by Guster, Me and Bobby Magee by Janis, Waste by Phish,
DRINK: Blue Moom.
PART OF YOUR BODY: I have nice calves.
MOVIE: Eternal Sunshine, Closer, Scent of a Woman, Love Actually, others.
PLACE TO KISS: Can you be more specific?
RESTURANT: Little Tree.
PREFERENCES:
CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: I'm not lame. Make out.
CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Eh. I'd rather have an iced caramel latte with skim and the syrup, not sauce.
MILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: Milk.
VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: Chocolate.
IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
CRIED? No.
BOUGHT SOMETHING? Yes, new flip flops, a beach bag and a bathing suit cover up for my rainy vacation that begins tomorrow.
GOTTEN SICK? No.
GONE TO THE MOVIES? No.
SAID 'i love you'?: Yes.
HEARD 'i love you'?: Yes.
WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: What is this "real letter" you speak of?
TALKED TO AN EX?: No.
MISSED AN EX?: No.
WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: Does this count?
HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: Kind of. Me and boss man chatted about some things concerning my future...
MISSED SOMEONE? No.
HUGGED SOMEONE? Yes.
FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS? No.
FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND? No.

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