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One of those crazy teen blogger types. Completely bribe-able with coffee. An INTP.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

100 Facts About Me

A couple of the people I follow on Twitter have started doing this thing where they tell everyone one hundred things about themselves in one hundred tweets. As I don't have the capacity to force myself upon my followers like that, I decided to run with the concept and simply post all one hundred facts in a blog post instead.

1. I have commitment issues, but I'm working on those.
2. I seriously adore my friends. All of them.
3. I have this habit of making awkward situations even more awkward. (This was shamelessly stolen from my favorite comedian in the whole wide world [besides, of course, Dan Cummins], Mike Birbiglia.)
4. I'm proud of my ability to laugh at myself.
5. I write fanfiction.
6. I skipped a grade (I did the first semester of kindergarten, then after Christmas I did first grade).
7. My favorite color is either red or purple, but my favorite thing to see is gray. (The sky when it's about to rain, wet pavement... well, maybe just anything associated with rain.)
8. I love rainy days. Clearly.
9. I have a minor caffeine addiction that comes out to play even more so during the school year. And it fucking plays rough.
10. I pretend I'm badass sometimes.
11. I have the most awesome glasses ever.
12. I watch documentaries voluntarily.
13. I'm addicted to Harry Potter.
14. Without mascara, I feel naked.
15. I dislike pink, but just realized that my pink tights are my favorite tights, my BlackBerry is pink, and the laptop I lifted from my mother is pink.
16. I want to work at Starbucks.
17. I love strawberries.
18. And chocolate.
19. And chocolate-covered strawberries.
20. My right eyebrow is always neat, and my left always looks fucked up. No, I don't do that on purpose.
21. Coke, not Pepsi. But definitely Pepsi Max over Coke Zero.
22. My iPod Touch got stolen in the eighth grade. Fuck whoever did that.
23. I know too much.
24. I always have to predict the ending. Maybe that's the basis of my commitment issues, haha.
25. Dust irritates me.
26. I always sleep with my blanket stuck under my feet. Otherwise the monsters and/or sharks will grab me.
27. I can't have my legs outside the blanket. That demon from Paranormal Activity will take me.
28. I adore headbands!
29. I have no cleavage unless I wear my ridiculous push-up bra and cross my arms.
30. According to my Facebook, I work at Grammar Nazis. I'm the chief, because I'm that hardcore.
31. I love tennis, even though I suck at it.
32. All my friends have had this one math teacher other than me.
33. For three of my four math classes I've taken in high school, I've had the same teacher. I love Mrs. McKnight- she's a BAMF.
34. I overcame my fear of being in front of others by taking Theatre freshman year.
35. I have a mini-panic attack whenever I make a mistake.
36. I love wearing high heels and don't get uncomfortable after walking about in them.
37. I drink too much milk.
38. I'm addicted to the internet.
39. Electricity intrigues and vaguely frightens me.
40. I hate wearing eyeshadow.
41. I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life.
42. I love skinny jeans.
43. I love hot chocolate, and I drink it during the summer.
44. I guess I'm kind of a bitch sometimes.
45. I'm damn hilarious.
46. I like math.
47. I find stickers to be awesome.
48. I dislike the practice of smoking weed.
49. I think guys in ties and glasses are hawt.
50. I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fuckin' scared of him.
51. I love you if you get that reference.
52. I have strange-ish taste in music.
53. I want to move to either London or Seattle.
54. I resent the fact that my mother and step-father are putting a limit on how far I can go for college (and I have to go along with it, as I won't be eighteen until the very end of my freshman year at university).
55. I lovelovelove baby carrots, especially with ranch (dipped or drizzled, I really don't care).
56. I reorganize periodically because I feel like I have to.
57. I was adopted at age eleven or twelve by the guy I called Dad, Daddy, or some variation thereof from the age of four up until fifteen. (Now I call him by his first and last name, haha.)
58. I have four siblings, four step-siblings from Mother's re-marriage, a step-brother from my dad's marriage, and a half-sister from my dad's re-marriage. Urgh.
59. I don't want to have children.
60. I wish I had a British accent.
61. I think in a British accent most days.
62. I enjoy coloring pictures.
63. I named my desktop Luke, my laptop Deb, and my calculator George.
64. I have this horrible habit of inflicting water damage upon my mobile phone.
65. I have a record player and about fifteen vinyl records (including all but one Beatles album).
66. I used to have pet chickens. Then they were destroyed by some stray dogs.
67. My first boyfriend told me he loved me after two days, and since I was so shocked I just naturally told him I loved him, too.
68. I'd rather be deaf than blind.
69. I constantly crave potatoes in some form or other- fries, mashed potatoes, hashbrowns, tater tots, chips... it doesn't really matter.
70. I can easily type over 80 wpm.
71. My mother and biological dad, Vlad, had a cat whose name was Russian for a phrase for which the approximate English translation is "Dumbshit."
72. I vaguely remember a fat white cat named Yoda that hated my mother- especially when she was pregnant with Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 at the same time- but Mother has no recollection of this.
73. I like grilled cheese, especially with ketchup or tomato soup.
74. I think Spanish is a sexy language, and I love speaking it.
75. I let the toilet paper roll off the top, not out from under..
76. I leave the shower curtain open.
77. I leave the toilet lid down.
78. I tend to be a Jack... er, Jane-of-all-trades and master of none.
79. I read all the books with Dewey Decimal numbers 1-100 in my middle school's library.
80. I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in three days, but I would've finished it more quickly if my mother hadn't kept giving me chores. At least I pre-ordered from Amazon.
81. My first flute was a piece of shit we bought online.
82. I forget to sleep.
83. I forget to eat.
84. I forget to bathe.
85. I love businesswear, as long as it can be cute/sexy. Pencil skirts rock.
86. I swear like a fucking sailor sometimes.
87. I loathe attending church. I love Jesus and all, but fuuuuck.
88. I'm big on Linux. Originally this was only because I hated Vista and Ubuntu is free.
89. I sleep with my regular pillow, two smaller pillows on either side of me (so the monsters don't get me, duh), and a stuffed Cogsworth (from Beauty and the Beast, the little clock dude!).
90. I cry fairly regularly. That wave of... I don't know, but it's the opposite of ecstasy, comes over me and I end up curled up in a ball sobbing until four in the morning.
91. I like falafel. A lot. Nomnomnom.
92. My first role model was Anastasia, in the animated film.
93. My first legitimate role model was Hermione Granger, and yes, my parents did resent that a little.
94. My mother had a rule when I was in fourth grade that I had to go outside during the day, as until that point I would stay in and read. Much to her chagrin, I simply took my book outside.
95. I firmly believe my sister (Bitch 1) is a sociopath.
96. I know that everything will work out in the end.
97. I enjoy walking places.
98. Being in the car- for as little as five minutes, with certain cars- makes me woozy.
99. I like things that are on fire. Just not my home.
100. I firmly believe I'll be truly happy someday.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Ever Fallen In Love (and All I Blog About Nowadays is Dudes)

Yeah, like the Pete Yorn song. From the Shrek 2 soundtrack. "Ever fallen in, in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with?" (It's stuck in my head.)

I think I may have a chance at experiencing teenagery love. You know, the average adolescent relationship with a first kiss and no "I love you"s and a bunch of movie dates.

All I've been blogging about lately is guys. Ugh, I'm such a teenage girl sometimes.

So anyways, this one shall be referred to as Mr. Gatlinburg; it suits him. He's a friend of mine, has been for a while. He's very funny, and pretty charming as well. The kind of guy you'd want to put his arm around you, I s'pose. And maybe this is the hormones talking, but *psst* I don't even care that he failed Biology three times.

I should totally care about that.

Also, this is my first time blogging via email. How's it look?
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Monday, July 18, 2011

Little Moments

Over the second semester of last year, there were... moments. Moments where I caught myself feeling way beyond what I probably should have. I don't even know this guy's favorite color. I have no idea what kind of music he listens to. But are those arbitrary things? Do they matter? I think they do, but I have no idea. I've known (well, known of, certainly) this guy since the seventh grade. We never really spoke a ton, even though we've had every math class together from the seventh grade forward. That changed last semester, though.

We were all hanging out in the science classroom before class. For whatever reason, I brought it upon myself to make fun of him (we're talking about the President here, the same guy I've been rambling about the last few posts). When the teacher said we were going to draw random seats, I said something along the lines of, "God forbid I get stuck sitting next to you," to the President. So, of course, I ended up sitting next to him for the first half of the semester.

I had the sniffles something awful, so I was rather noisy that first week of the semester. At some point, the President said, "Well, that's attractive," and all of a sudden something in my head clicked and I thought, "Oh, no!" a la Mike Birbiglia. I thought it would go away, but of course it didn't. By Valentine's Day, I was dating someone else, and when he asked if he could be my Valentine, I said no in a more snippy manner than intended. He just said, "Oh."

Before then, we'd joked all the time about how clearly I was desperately in love with him, and at some point he'd tripped up making a joke about babies and had somehow managed to imply that I was going to have his babies. (I'm laughing just remembering it- at first he stuttered, trying to fix it, but then he just went along with it, which was even funnier.)

After that, it was weird for a week or two. Eventually we got back to normal, though we didn't joke about being in love with each other as much. I go back and forth between thinking that it's because he realized I liked him and didn't want to egg me on and that it's because he realized he liked me and didn't want to accidentally seem too obvious.

One time in the library, we were sitting talking at one of the tables- our math teacher was off doing something or other and had sent our class to the library for a few days- and we were talking about all the books in my bag. I said something about how they weren't going to fit in my purse, and I believe I started pulling things out of my purse and stacking them rather precariously. Of course, my calculator (a lovely bulky TI-84 Plus, my little baby) fell, and he caught it against my leg. Either he held it there for a second too long, or my mind stopped time for a moment. The latter is incredibly likely.

And then there's the time we did a science experiment involving burning metal solutions to determine which metals burned which color flames. The teacher, being an advocate for general safety and not catching on fire in the classroom, warned us all to pull back long hair and long sleeves. I pulled my hair- which I'd been wearing down regularly (without putting any effort into it) since it was cold as fuck- up into a bun while the President pulled his sweatshirt off. Which, by the way, he looked very good in, but even better out of. He can really pull off a t-shirt and jeans. Anyways, he looked at me and said, "You look... different with your hair up." I don't remember what I did, but I probably shrugged or some such. When my dear friend... hmm, what shall I call her? Oh, I know, Luna! When my dear friend Luna came over, she (as usual) told me I was looking exceptionally sexy. So, of course, I said in a very clearly-joking arrogant voice, "Yeah, [the President] here thinks so, too." And Luna and I laughed. But I thought- I could have sworn- I heard him say something along the lines of, "That was the message I was trying to get across," or "That was the general point." It was a while ago, so I don't remember the exact phrase, but it was something like that. But I think I imagined it.

To quote the great Brad Paisley, "Yeah, I live for little moments like that."