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
Friday, September 22, 2006 No body every warned you, or told you what to do....It seems as though it's been a while since I've had any genuinely bizzare events happen that give me a, "WTF??!!" kind of a feeling. Maybe it's because I haven't been paying attention. But one came looking for me yesterday.
When I was walking back from the library on campus to work, I have to walk past the entrance to the parking structure of our hospital. After a certain time, they have these roll down gates that block the entrances so people can't just walk in. So as I was walking past, there was a guy who seemed to be standing in front of the gates trying to get in, which looked suspicious to me. But instead, he stepped a little off to the side, onto the grass, and just dropped trou. I don't know what he was doing for sure considering that I was a bit far away (thank god) and wearing my glasses with my piss poor prescription (thank god), but I swear that he was going #2. Now, I admit that his shirt was really long and his pants were really baggy, and he may have just been squatting to rest his feet? Or stretch out his quads? But either way, it looked exacty how I imagine I look when using the facilities while camping. The best part was that there were 3 police officers standing no more than 25 yards up the driveway not really batting an eyelash. They were probably thinking there was something wrong with me considering that I had this completely puzzled and disgusted look on my face when I walked past all of them. Freakshow. I get a little bit of a dry heave just thinking about it even now.
Well, I'm in the process of crafting a thoughtful and detailed entry on the state of my mind right now. Mostly as a result of having to go back and read 5 years worth of blog entires in order to edit, and partly a result of just taking the boy and life into account lately. Maybe I'll get around to that later on today.
