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
Tuesday, July 11, 2006 Better stop now before I start crying....And just so I don't have to complain to anyone else on the phone about the same damn thing over and over (as the three of you I've already hit will be glad to hear), I'll just say it once: I won't be done with my degree program by the end of the summer. I'm not wanting to go into details about why this is (and this time there are multiple reasons) but needless to say, I'm a little short of devastated and mid-meltdown. I wasn't that upset about it when I talked to the salient individuals about it in the past few days, but the more I've had time to sit on it, the more upset I am.
I'm so tired of all of this. I hate being reduced to a whiney complaining heap that has not progressed anywhere in so long it may as well be 4 years ago. Absolutely nothing is different. I think I'm actually regressing. Maybe someone can figure out how to take my other degree away. At least then I had a lot less debt and had some amount of shiney optimism in the world and people around me. But I think I just might be the most bitter, cynical, crabby person around. How do you put up with me? I don't even like being around me. I wish I had the option not to be. Because I would kick me to the curb mighty quick.
You know what's the saddest thing about it? A small part of me is beginning not to care. I have the beginnings of an apathy and indifference that kind of frighten me. There's a sense of "Fine, fuck it," that I don't recall every having before. I've always been motivated to get whatever needed to be done, done. But now, whatever. No amount I've been doing has managed to surpass anything, so I may as well just sit and be blase and become half-assed like everyone else around me. It works for them right? Fuck, why don't I just stay exactly where I am forever. Then I'll never have to be motivated to do anything ever. And at this point, that's just fine. Whatever. Bring on the passivity.
5:49 PM
