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
Yes, I am in fact still alive. Although sometimes I wonder.
I know, it's been over 2 weeks. So shoot me. Please?
I'm leaving for vacation in 8 days. And I have 22 days worth of work to do between now and then.
I'm going to a wedding in Key West with my parents while I'm visiting them in Florida. I'm trying to get my hands on some quaaludes or Valium for the torturous multi-hour trek over hundreds of bridges. I think it's going to be my worst nightmare realized. Like whoever made those keys looked into my nightmares and recreated it, except with the illusion of pretty blue water.
I'm done with my class. I never have to sit in another classroom ever ever again. Can I get a hey-o!?
I got an extension for my thesis project until the end of the summer. I guess that's good, but that means I have to work on it all summer.
I'm officially in love with Ben Gibbard and the way he keeps time with his feet. And no, that's not the boy's name. Although I could see if he would respond to Ben...but somehow I doubt it.
Have you ever eaten at a Nepali restaurant? You get to sit on the floor without shoes on on cushy pillows. And if you're really lucky, the owner will come over and give you his thoughts on life and death and karma.
Does anyone know how to get wax off of clothing?
The boy is supposed to meet my parents at some point this weekend.
I'm obsessed with grilling.
I'm just barely getting back to the point that I don't want to tear my lungs out when I run a few measly miles.
I cannot keep a single straight thought in my head.
