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, December 09, 2004 Don't feel sorry for me....Much to my surprise on the MSN homepage today was an article staring me straight in the face that may as well have been written directly to me, as it has been an issue PLAUGING my mind for the last week. Young Americans are drowning in debt. Not that I'm losing sleep over the financial well-being of the 20-somethings of America, but because I'm so staunchly in that category, I would be tempted to hyphenate my name with it. It's easy to sometimes think that I'm the only person in the world with problems and sometimes I can allay my mental freak-out status with the argument that "it could be worse." But today was the day that I responded to my own bolstering with a, "not by much."
It's sad that so many people I know that graduated around the same time I did have the same financial woes. That in the interims between graduation and jobs or even in college we'll resort to the dreaded credit card. Not to be spend-happy, but for stuff like, oh, gas, groceries (they've coined a phrase for that now, it's called survival debt). And it always comes down to "what other choice do I have?" Which is another question that has been pestering me lately. What else could I help but do? I've worked my entire life since I was legally able to do so. I have never once asked my parents for money. I have an excellent edjamacation. I am gainfully employed, thankfully. I lived at home for 2 years. I share a moderately priced apartment with a friend. But even then it's all not enough. Even just for basics (although the cable and internet are going to be the next to go). Eternally frustrating.
And I know that it's all just temporary, but it sucks when you know that you're doing such damage that will take years to repair. And it's come to the point once again where I'm weighing the decision of taking the dreaded second job. Which, with my hours boils down to two painfully, a-little-vomit-in-mouth-thinking-about-them options: retail or waitressing. And somehow, there's always a little bit of stubborn pride that makes me put off doing either. But there's that damn question again, what other choice do I have?
And just to let you know that I've written this twice and deleted it twice, mainly because I don't like talking about this stuff. I hate discussing financial anythingness. And I also hate feeling-sorry-for-Lisaness too. So don't do it, or you'll probably just incur my wrath. I am stubborn to the core, and a pity party on my account will make me blush with angered shame which will cause me to not speak to you, screen your phonecalls, and grind my teeth with memories of embarassing abashment whenever I hear your name spoken in casual conversation. Got it? Sometimes a girl just needs to vent, and that's what this is for in the first place right?
Well, time to get back to work and eating my oatmeal. Have a pleasant evening.
7:38 PM
