I think I'm s'posed to tell you seven things that most people don't know about me.... which is hard for me because I am a chatty person who tends to have a tough time keeping things to herself.
Here goes nuthin':
- I've made such a habit of saying I love you whenever I say goodbye to friends and family members that I almost end conversations with it instinctively, without consciously registering whether or not I've said it. Occasionally I find myself thinking that maybe I love you has slipped out at the wrong moment (the end of a conference with a student, hanging up the phone with some random dude, when I thank the bank teller at the end of a transaction). I recently walked out of my office wondering, "Did I just say Bye! Love you! to my boss?"
- I have a thing for themes (just like Sweetie-Pie Thomas, right Ms. Urka?) and I sometimes get obsessed with making everything fit some kind of theme. I do this a lot with parties (Sweet Sixteen '03, Birthday/Book Prom '07, Alie's Tea Party Shower), mix CD's (one of my favorites is "Ben"--starts with that Jackson 5 song, followed by 20 songs by artists named Ben; I also like making themed break-up mixes--"our love was doomed from the beginning," "you're too nice for me," "i think you might be gay"... I sometimes worry that I get into relationships just so that I can make a new break-up CD), and outfits (sexy librarian; French schoolgirl; French sailorgirl; cinco-de-mayo senorita, etc.).
- I love taking classes. I've gone to surf camp and sailing camp, taken cooking lessons, snowboarding lessons, knitting classes and trapeze lessons.... I just really love it when people teach me stuff. I find that most of my friends are people who could really teach me a lesson if they needed to.
- When I was in Kindergarten, I stole one of my best friend's (Natalie Walkainen's) Barbie dresses. She had two of the exact same dress. It was black with pink flowers. I never told her.
- I sing show tunes in the shower... loudly. I also hum while I'm walking down the street listening to my iPod, sing along to songs while I run, leave messages on people's phones where I make up songs (often to the tune of Barry Manilow's "Mandy"). I like to sing. A lot. I start singing along to stuff in public all of the time without realizing it (at clothing stores, or the supermarket). I get self-conscious about it, though, when I'm in front of people who are good singers or musicians. I can't sing for singers.
- Sometimes when I'm home alone, I get really scared, and I can't sleep... Once I get scared, I start thinking about everything from my childhood that really scared me--the Nightstalker, UFO's, this documentary about the Atlanta Child Murders, and it makes things even worse. Strange how fear makes you regress and lose all sense of the plausible.
- There are certain items of clothing that I won't get rid of, even though they don't fit me right, because I think I might be able to wear them if I ever get pregnant. Weird.
5 comments:
um, #7 is so me too. I have several items that I've saved for such an occasion. Now we can be weird together!
And I love your theme-ing habit. Now I want to go and make mixes where all the artists name start with Ben. Because Ben is one of my very favorite names.
A dirty, dirty confession by Miss Urka:
When I was in the first grade I sat next to Kennetha Brown (poor child, her dad's name was Kenneth and she had the misfortune of being born a girl). I had regular ol yellow pencils that I thought were fine until I saw Kennetha's extra special, you-can-only-get-these-at-Roses, bright red Empire pencils. She had two of them. I lusted over them for DAYS. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I grabbed one of them, shoved it in my bookbag, and managed to ride home on the school bus undetected by the FBI.
I vividly remember sitting down on my bedroom floor, taking out the pencil, holding it, and thinking, "Crap, what do I do now? I can't use the thing. I feel awful." So I did what any logical six-year-old would do: I broke it in half, threw it away, cried, and told my mother the whole story.
Then the search began for a new red pencil for Kennetha. We searched high. We searched low. We could not find one. Finally I bought a new pack of yellow pencils (not the same!) and shoved them in her desk at school.
We never discussed the incident.
Clearly this immoral act has haunted me for years.
Uh-oh. Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but I chained—I mean tagged—you on my blog. Sorry. I almost never do that either. But this one, this one MIGHT be okay, since it's all about CLASSES. Ugh. Well, you can certainly break my chain without yanking my chain.
But while I'm on the subject of classes, sort of, here's a link you might like since you're a perpetual learner. And no chains in sight. No in-person teachers either, but it might be interesting anyhow.
Thanks for playing along Livs. I love everything about you. You made me smile, laugh, and I even started hugging my computer as if it were you. Man, I miss ya. ;) Thanks for not passing it on. Lauren tagged me, and only me, back. ;)
p.s. I got a topic for my thesis. FINALLY!! ;) Thanks for all your help and encouragement.
To quote my Aunt Fay, "Oh my gosh!" And to quote you, " I love you."
Oh my gosh I love you, Olivia. Bye.
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