Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Sunday, October 20, 2002 I was breathless on a Sunday morning, I was speechless on a Sunday night....So I was trying to come up with a Halloween costume today. I hate having to be creative. I used to have a big bag of stuff I had amassed over the years that used to make it easy to come up with something. But somehow, when I moved home from the red house, that was the one bag of my belongings that didn't make it with me. So now if I ever need a costume, it's time to start from scratch. So I found the geisha costume that I liked -- the whole package deal together -- but alas, not in stock. So I trekked off to a different store to get the same thing, but couldn't find the store. So I wasted most of my afternoon driving around, but still no costume. I don't know how I'm going to find time to track something down this week....
So here's the picture I was trying to find --
I know that you can do impressive things these days with PhotoShop, but it still makes me laugh. And try going to Dubya Speak. They're just too unbelievable to be true. Enjoy some chuckles. The rest of the site is pretty harsh. I don't care so much for the wiseass commentary, I just like reading his ridiculous quotes.
I've gone to Starbucks for the last two days -- studying for my life support class. And today when I went there, the exact same guy was sitting in the exact same seat as when I was there yesterday. And I sat down in the same spot on the couch as I was in yesterday. When I walked in, I was completely looking at him like he was a leper. Or maybe just staring a little too much. But it was mostly because I couldn't tell if it was the same guy or not. But when he started laughing when I sat in the same spot, it was pretty obvious. I guess I'm not the only one who has no life.
Back to the rat race tomorrow. I hope you had a lovely weekend. And a lovely week.
8:28 PM
