It's not like anyone reads my journal...
...but these are fun. Stolen from Melissa's LJ.
LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Lori.
Current Location: Sitting on my ass in my crappy townhouse.
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: Dark red
--Dyed or Natural: natural (contrary to popular belief...but when people ask me what I use to color my hair/do my highlights, it's watch them jot down "Genetiques a la Ireland". They can never find it in the store for some reason...)
--Curly or Straight: Straight.
Right- or Left-handed: LEFTY!!!
Tan or Pale: Death warmed over pale.
Jeans or Skirt: jeans. Skirts suck.
Country, Rap, or Rock: Country, some rock, very little rap. Closet Eminem fan (I can't help it).
Car: 2001 Black PT Cruiser
Place in order of preference--T.V., book, movie, music: books, movies, music, TV (books are WAY ahead of music/television)
LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: Irish, German, a pinch of Swedish, and a dollop of black.
Shoes you wore today: Birkenstocks.
Your weakness(es): Books. I can't walk buy a bookstore. Oh, and cute fuzzy animals, cartoon frogs, and the manipulative little bastards that are my cats.
Your perfect pizza: Pineapple ONLY with extra cheese and extra sauce.
Favorite color: Black or green.
Favorite place: On the beach in Guam, My folks' house in WA, the bathtub.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Pay off all my credit card debt (well over halfway there!!), finish my sculptures, publish my books (well, finish them first).
LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
Your most overused phrase(s): "Sweet" "You're fired" (Which, BTW, I was saying LONG before Donald Trump's little firefest came out) "You're going to hell."
Your thoughts first waking up: Why can't I have normal dreams?
Your best physical feature(s): According to my husband, my boobs. According to me...uh...I don't know.
Your bedtime: Around 10:30 or 11.
Your most missed memory: Riding/Showing Jazzie. :'(
LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, preferably Cherry (hell, prefer Dr Pepper over either of them)
McDonald's or Burger King: Depends on what I'm in the mood for. McDonald's has some pretty tasty chicken strips.
Single or group dates: Single. My husband and I like hanging out together, just the two of us.
Adidas or Nike: Usually some sort of flight deck boots or Caterpillar boots.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Tea is nasty
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or coffee: Hot chocolate.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: no.
Cuss: Like a sailor.
Single: I assume this means AM I single. Um, no. Married 2 years.
Take a shower: Yes, but baths rule. I am on a quest to either get a hot tub or completely redo my new bathroom to have a MONDO GIGANTIC TUB.
Have a crush(es): My husband and I agreed that sleeping with Vin Diesel, Joaquin Phoenix, or Gary Allan is exempt from the "no cheating" rule. Hehehehe. Those are my only three crushes I can think of.
Think you've been in love: YES. Still am.
Want to get married: I think I'll pencil that in on Dec 14, 2002. Oh, wait...
Believe in yourself: Yeah, I do. I think I'm way too hard on myself. I tell Eddie I'm the most insecure photographer in the world; I'm always waiting for a client to call and go "WTF is this crap?" when they get their proofs.
Believe in God: If by "God" you mean the Judeo-Christian god of the Bible, no. If you mean a supreme being or higher power, then I would say yes, but I'm closer to an agnostic than anything...don't have any proof there IS one, don't have any proof there ISN'T, not sure what to believe.
Believe in your government: Unlike the boogey man, the government does exist.
Get motion sickness: Sometimes. Only if I read in the car or something (or on the ferry...that used to suck ass....1 hour trip and I couldn't read. Blech)
Think you're attractive: No. But maybe if I lose some of this evil weight that has attacked me in the last year and a half.
Think you're a health freak: To a point, yes. I'm becoming a bit of a sprout-munching hippie in some ways (without the sprouts though) and I'm still a gluttonous American in others.
Get along with your parents: I get along great with my mom, and my dad and I get along now that we don't live together.
Like thunderstorms: Hell yeah! And we get badass storms here!
LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Nope. I swear my liquor cabinet is going to go bad.
Gone on a date: Yeah, you could call it that. We go out quite a bit, though I don't know how much they qualified as "dates"
Gone to the mall: Unfortunately
been on stage: No. But I did find a comedy club tonight...
eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
Eaten sushi: yes, actually. Couldn't stand sashimi...raw fish is icky. But some of the little rice/seaweed roll thingies were good.
Been dumped: Good God, I hope not.
Gone skating: Does skating down the stairs on my ass because my cat tried to kill me count?
Gone skinny dipping: It's December. NO.
Stolen anything: Um, no.
LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah, sorta. I honestly can't get very drunk. I start hating the way I feel, and quit drinking. Can't get past the "buzz" and get shit-faced.
Been caught "doing something": Got caught making out in the parking lot of my old junior high while I was in high school (I was with a fellow high school student, not a junior high kid!). Got caught by my homeroom teacher no less.
Been called a tease: Yes
Gotten beaten up: Been smacked around, but never had the shit kicked outta me.
LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD
Age you hope to be married: Til death does he have to put up with me.
Number of Children: Don't know yet. Maybe 3, but probably not more than that.
Describe your dream wedding: Already had it!
What do you want to be when you grow up: A writer and photographer.
LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY
Best eye color?: any.
Best hair color?: Any dark color. I can't stand light blond hair on a guy, generally speaking.
Short or long hair: Short.
Height: The taller, the better.
Best first date location: The shooting range. Gets those "gonna take advantage of her" thoughts right out of his head.
First kiss location: At the King Dome in Seattle.
My "fantasy places": Ummmm...
LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people I could trust with my life: Maybe 3 or 4.
Number of CD's I own: Maybe 40.
Number of piercings: None now...my ear holes closed up.
Number of tattoos: 2 (planning on a third, probably more!)
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: Let's see...birth, marriage, pretty sure it's shown up once or twice for other stuff.
Number of scars on my body: Quite a few, but nothing overly spectacular.
That was fun. Hope you learned something.
LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE
Name: Lori.
Current Location: Sitting on my ass in my crappy townhouse.
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: Dark red
--Dyed or Natural: natural (contrary to popular belief...but when people ask me what I use to color my hair/do my highlights, it's watch them jot down "Genetiques a la Ireland". They can never find it in the store for some reason...)
--Curly or Straight: Straight.
Right- or Left-handed: LEFTY!!!
Tan or Pale: Death warmed over pale.
Jeans or Skirt: jeans. Skirts suck.
Country, Rap, or Rock: Country, some rock, very little rap. Closet Eminem fan (I can't help it).
Car: 2001 Black PT Cruiser
Place in order of preference--T.V., book, movie, music: books, movies, music, TV (books are WAY ahead of music/television)
LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE
Your heritage: Irish, German, a pinch of Swedish, and a dollop of black.
Shoes you wore today: Birkenstocks.
Your weakness(es): Books. I can't walk buy a bookstore. Oh, and cute fuzzy animals, cartoon frogs, and the manipulative little bastards that are my cats.
Your perfect pizza: Pineapple ONLY with extra cheese and extra sauce.
Favorite color: Black or green.
Favorite place: On the beach in Guam, My folks' house in WA, the bathtub.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Pay off all my credit card debt (well over halfway there!!), finish my sculptures, publish my books (well, finish them first).
LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
Your most overused phrase(s): "Sweet" "You're fired" (Which, BTW, I was saying LONG before Donald Trump's little firefest came out) "You're going to hell."
Your thoughts first waking up: Why can't I have normal dreams?
Your best physical feature(s): According to my husband, my boobs. According to me...uh...I don't know.
Your bedtime: Around 10:30 or 11.
Your most missed memory: Riding/Showing Jazzie. :'(
LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, preferably Cherry (hell, prefer Dr Pepper over either of them)
McDonald's or Burger King: Depends on what I'm in the mood for. McDonald's has some pretty tasty chicken strips.
Single or group dates: Single. My husband and I like hanging out together, just the two of us.
Adidas or Nike: Usually some sort of flight deck boots or Caterpillar boots.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Tea is nasty
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or coffee: Hot chocolate.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Smoke: no.
Cuss: Like a sailor.
Single: I assume this means AM I single. Um, no. Married 2 years.
Take a shower: Yes, but baths rule. I am on a quest to either get a hot tub or completely redo my new bathroom to have a MONDO GIGANTIC TUB.
Have a crush(es): My husband and I agreed that sleeping with Vin Diesel, Joaquin Phoenix, or Gary Allan is exempt from the "no cheating" rule. Hehehehe. Those are my only three crushes I can think of.
Think you've been in love: YES. Still am.
Want to get married: I think I'll pencil that in on Dec 14, 2002. Oh, wait...
Believe in yourself: Yeah, I do. I think I'm way too hard on myself. I tell Eddie I'm the most insecure photographer in the world; I'm always waiting for a client to call and go "WTF is this crap?" when they get their proofs.
Believe in God: If by "God" you mean the Judeo-Christian god of the Bible, no. If you mean a supreme being or higher power, then I would say yes, but I'm closer to an agnostic than anything...don't have any proof there IS one, don't have any proof there ISN'T, not sure what to believe.
Believe in your government: Unlike the boogey man, the government does exist.
Get motion sickness: Sometimes. Only if I read in the car or something (or on the ferry...that used to suck ass....1 hour trip and I couldn't read. Blech)
Think you're attractive: No. But maybe if I lose some of this evil weight that has attacked me in the last year and a half.
Think you're a health freak: To a point, yes. I'm becoming a bit of a sprout-munching hippie in some ways (without the sprouts though) and I'm still a gluttonous American in others.
Get along with your parents: I get along great with my mom, and my dad and I get along now that we don't live together.
Like thunderstorms: Hell yeah! And we get badass storms here!
LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH
Drank alcohol: Nope. I swear my liquor cabinet is going to go bad.
Gone on a date: Yeah, you could call it that. We go out quite a bit, though I don't know how much they qualified as "dates"
Gone to the mall: Unfortunately
been on stage: No. But I did find a comedy club tonight...
eaten an entire box of Oreos: No.
Eaten sushi: yes, actually. Couldn't stand sashimi...raw fish is icky. But some of the little rice/seaweed roll thingies were good.
Been dumped: Good God, I hope not.
Gone skating: Does skating down the stairs on my ass because my cat tried to kill me count?
Gone skinny dipping: It's December. NO.
Stolen anything: Um, no.
LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yeah, sorta. I honestly can't get very drunk. I start hating the way I feel, and quit drinking. Can't get past the "buzz" and get shit-faced.
Been caught "doing something": Got caught making out in the parking lot of my old junior high while I was in high school (I was with a fellow high school student, not a junior high kid!). Got caught by my homeroom teacher no less.
Been called a tease: Yes
Gotten beaten up: Been smacked around, but never had the shit kicked outta me.
LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD
Age you hope to be married: Til death does he have to put up with me.
Number of Children: Don't know yet. Maybe 3, but probably not more than that.
Describe your dream wedding: Already had it!
What do you want to be when you grow up: A writer and photographer.
LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY
Best eye color?: any.
Best hair color?: Any dark color. I can't stand light blond hair on a guy, generally speaking.
Short or long hair: Short.
Height: The taller, the better.
Best first date location: The shooting range. Gets those "gonna take advantage of her" thoughts right out of his head.
First kiss location: At the King Dome in Seattle.
My "fantasy places": Ummmm...
LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people I could trust with my life: Maybe 3 or 4.
Number of CD's I own: Maybe 40.
Number of piercings: None now...my ear holes closed up.
Number of tattoos: 2 (planning on a third, probably more!)
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: Let's see...birth, marriage, pretty sure it's shown up once or twice for other stuff.
Number of scars on my body: Quite a few, but nothing overly spectacular.
That was fun. Hope you learned something.