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, August 08, 2004 Cause it makes me that much stronger, makes me work a little bit harder, it makes me that much wiser, thanks for makin' me a fighter....
Warning: Introspective, self-analytical rant straight ahead. One that should probably be reserved for the journal, but I can type faster than I can write and I'm tired, so you get lucky - open for interpretation.
I've had a lot of great things going on with me lately. Just between work, and running, and the 3-Day Walk, and being happy with my relationships with friends and family. Things have just overall been very good, and I've been pretty pleasantly happy and sassified with life for the last couple months.
Today was the first day in a long time that I've been really disappointed with myself. One of my pet peeves (I've added a couple more down there by the way - is it a bad thing that it's become the longest list over there?) is being foolish. And essentially, I'm always the dumbass that puts herself in stupid situations where I end up making an ass out of myself, but I've been pretty good lately about not putting myself in those situations.
And unfortunately, "those situations" tend to occur as a result of alcohol. And even though I've been having a great time lately, and I've been probably doing dumb stuff, I haven't really cared a whole lot, but I guess last night just totally crossed the line. I hate the thought that people I don't necessarily know very well can develop bad ideas about the kind of person that I am. It's important to me that people have an accurate representation of me, because another one of my pet peeves is when people jump to conclusions. It just makes me squirm thinking about some of the bad decisions I make.
I don't feel like I'm articulating this very well, but I can't really without going into specifics, and there are multiple different scenarios I'm trying to generally describe here that are all in my head. I guess I just get disappointed with myself for making bad decisions that I'm very well aware are bad decisions when I'm doing them.
Another result of bad decisions/alcohol, is having a lousy lousy run today. And of course, I should have known better. I knew we were running 14 miles today, and I had intitially planned on not drinking last night. And who knows if my lousiness was related to drinking. Some days you just have crappy runs no matter what. But I'm just disappointed in myself that I didn't take something that is as important to me as running, as seriously as I knew that I needed to.
So maybe that's the overall general explanation I'm trying to give: I'm disappointed in myself for not considering the things that are most important to me. But there's nothing I can do about it now, but know to not make the same mistakes again. And I know it's easy to say that and not really figure out a way to follow through with it, but I HATE THIS FEELING! And I don't want it to happen anymore. So I'm going to do whatever I need to do to make it not ever come back again. No more disappointing myself. Got it? Good.
Hopefully I'm just being an over-analytic freakshow (which I'm ok with), and all's not as bad as my over-active imagination is making them out to be. Does this make any sense at all? Yeah, I didn't think so either. Hopefully you didn't waste too much time reading it and being all confused. Have a good rest of your evening.
10:42 PM
