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
Saturday, May 06, 2006 You outta be proud that I'm getting good marks....So when it's all said and done, I should be graduating from grad school with approximately a 3.9 GPA (owing only to an A- in biostats and a B in economics. Damn you supply and demand!!!). I know I've constantly said that my program was really easy, but I think in general, it's just the dynamic of grad school itself that I find easier to cope with. Maybe it's because I went to a huge university as an undergrad and became just an id number with a grade and never really made any kind of attempts to get extra help from a prof. And now there are only about 100 people in my entire program that makes it more personal and easier to get feedback and pretty much do exactly what they tell you to do. I think that's part of the equation too. Just doing exactly what they tell you to. Maybe I was more of a free thinker as an undergrad...that or I didn't know how to listen (I'm guessing the latter). But if I had to put money on it? I honestly think that they just give everyone A's. Because it looks good for the school and the program to have a slew of seeming-smarty-pants coming out into the real world. Well don't worry, I'll fool them all.
I currently have 2 proposals that I have to write, that should be done before Tuesday, and yet, pretty much every moment between now and Tuesday already have plans, meetings, and work associated with them. So instead of having that panic in my chest on a Saturday morning acknowledging how much I have to do and how I should be spending these few spare moments getting anything I possibly can accomplished, I'll just sit here and have another cup of coffee, and look out the window, and keep listening to Elliott Smith. There's plenty more time to be overwhelmed. But I'm trying not to do that before noon.
By the way, I've come to the conclusion that being busy makes you the most wretched, selfish person ever.
Well, I need to refill my mug and get back to work(?). Sure let's just call it that for now. It's the best work I'll do all week. Hope you're all alive and kickin' out there.
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