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
Thursday, October 17, 2002 My life's gotten simple since. And it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again, I'm not cryin' out too much....So remember that big rant I gave last week about my one night study being unsuccessful in the last possible moments? Well, I had an exact repeat performance last night. Except this time, instead of having the day off, I have to go in to work for a meeting and a practice run for a different experiment. I'll try my best to stay awake if the person happens to stop breathing or something. But the fact that it was my cutie subject made the night much easier to soldier through. Although the jury's still out on whether or not he's gay....I don't think this question is going to get answered without my outright asking him, which is unlikely to happen. Doesn't it figure though? All the cute ones. Or at least the type of guy I'm finding myself attracted to lately.
So here's a funny story. I think it's funny. Most people would think it's horribly offensive, but for some reason it makes me laugh. I met Sarah at good old Hamlin Pub on Tuesday night after not having gone for probably about 2 months. So on my way to the bathroom, I stand aside in front of someone's tall, bar table to let someone else go past in the crowded bar. This jackass guy sitting at the table literally shouts, "Look at the titties on that!" After giving the guy sitting directly in front of me the most incredulous look, I couldn't help but just shake my head on the remainder of my walk to the restroom, puzzled, and definitely taken aback. And here are my problems with that sentence (sounds like a grammar lesson right?) -- #1. Aside from it being the rudest thing anyone I didn't know has ever said to me, he literally shouted it. I'm sure that the half-deaf man in the far corner turned to look and see what all the fuss was about. #2. The "T" word. I hate the "T" word. It's almost as bad as the "P" words (2 of 'em) and the "C" words (two of those too). I hated even typing it. #3. That. He referred to me as "that". Clearly and error in pronoun selection. A "her" would have done just fine. So I guess this event should serve as a warning as to the caliber of clientele at Hamlin Pub these days...
Last night I made paper mache (I think I'm missing quite a few accents on that word) pumpkins with my sisters. I know, we're dorks, but they got the craft idea from Martha Stewart, who, despite her dirty dealings, still gets lots of "Oh that's so cute!" for her ideas from my family (my participation in the praise deliberately absent). So now that my pumpkin is dry, it looks like the sun-damaged-needs-to-use-some-fine-line-reducing-moisturizer-wrinkled version of a pumpkin. Whadda ya gonna do?
Well, I guess I need to get my act together to go back to work. Ugh. That sentence sucks. Coming tomorrow? Funny G.W. photos (if I can find them)/stories. Have a lovely Thursday.
PS. I think I've listened to Ryan Adams' new CD about 50 times this week. It's just been on continuously. And I seem to just be fluctuating between these two songs.
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