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1. Make a list of 5 things that you can see without getting up.
Lloyd, my laptop, my teacup, Sophie, my book (Death By Black Hole by Neil DeGrasse Tyson)
2. How do you style your hair?
Parted on the side (my bangs flop to the right), ironed flat. Right now my hair is about shoulder length.
3. What are you wearing now?
Blue jeans, a black longsleeved cotton crew-neck, a pink knitted scarf, black socks with white and gray hearts, pink panties ... and I think my bra is taupe or something. Oh, and the silver rings I got in Ireland and my green amber heart-shaped earrings.
4. What's your occupation?
Academic librarian (adjunct)
5. Name a favorite something (flower, rock, food, film, song, etc.) that you think no one knows?
Daffodils, meteorite (they're rocks!), sushi, "Casablanca," no idea. Strawberry rhubarb is my favorite kind of pie. Come to think of it, strawberries are my favorite fruit too.
6. Who was the last person you hugged?
Probably my mother.
7. What is/was for dinner?
I haven't decided yet. Either pasta or an omelet, or a chicken burger, depending on how much effort I want to put into the thing. I have cupcakes for dessert!
8. What did you do today?
Got my hair cut, bought lipstick and hand cream, met hhbarmaid for lunch, bought cat litter and wine, got my car washed.
9. Favourite cupcake flavour?
Are there that many different cupcake flavors? I like chocolate, though marzipan makes everything better.
10. If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
I never liked my name. In my high school graduating class of 250, there were five Rachels. That's a lot of Rachels. I used to want to change it to Rebecca. Now I think I'd prefer Naomi, which is my middle name. It's much less common and there are all those lovely vowels to wrap your mouth around. I was almost Erika. I'd have been okay with Erika. If I'd been a boy, I'd have been Erik. With that spelling, yes.
11. What was the last item that you bought (that wasn't food)?
Lipstick. Cat litter.
12. If you could afford to go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
I am going to NYC in May, so ... SCOTLAND SCOTLAND FOREVER.
13. Favourite type of music?
I don't know. Indie rock? Alternative? I've recently gotten into Irish punk rock.
14. Favourite novel?
The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
15. Your favorite pair of pajamas?
I only have two pairs right now, but the ones I prefer are lavender flannel with penguin print.
16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
I wish I'd stuck with the piano.
17. Who do you want to bitchslap the most?
Hahaha, it's long list. Michele Bachmann is close to the top. Scott Walker. Sarah Palin. Glenn Beck. My sister. Not that she belongs in their company, but it would give me satisfaction.
18. If you could read a loved one's mind for 24 hours, would you?
Ew, no! That would be horrible. "Hmm, I wonder if it's safe to pick my nose right now. My ass itches. Damn, I need to pee." Way to kill the romance.
In 2011, commuting between Woodbury and Saint Cloud, working at the library at Saint Cloud State University. Enjoying my job, despite a rather inauspicious start (RIP, Martha the Hyundai), hoping I'll be able to find another one soon after my contract expires. Going to New York in May for the first time since 2009, seeing my dad for the first time since 2002, and actually looking forward to it.
In 2001, living in Scotland for the first half of the year, returning to New York in June, starting my last year of college in September. What a year. From January until September, I was so in love with the world. I was free to travel for the first time in my life, and it was amazing. The world was gigantic and thrilling and full of interesting people. And then.
In 1991, I was in fifth grade. It was a strange year, and I would go from one extreme emotion to another. I was in love for the first time. I was acting in a play, which was thrilling. I was writing. I was miserable. I had the largest breasts in my grade. I was one of the first girls to get my period. I felt trapped in my awkward, smelly, ugly body. I wanted to be a child still, like my friends. I had nobody to talk to. I became incredibly self-conscious, to the point where almost every move I made, every word I said, was thought out carefully beforehand. I clammed up completely. I'm still not over that, as anyone who's met me knows. I'm quiet. Even now, twenty years later, there's very little I wouldn't give for one more year, a few more months of childhood.
In 1981, I was an only child, my goodness! I was just a baby. And I was cuuuuute. Look at me! You can't tell, but I had this red splotch of a birthmark on the tip of my nose. So glad that faded before I started kindergarten!
