This is another meme that half the bloggers in the blogosphere have already done. As I generally do with memes, I added some extra entries, just because I can.
I am a blogger.
I have a room of my own.
I want some generous benefactrix to grant me an annuity of the current equivalent of whatever 500 pounds was worth in 1928.
I wish I had been blessed with better teeth.
I hate the selfish, lazy, evil fuckwits who dump their grass cuttings and yard waste at the entrance to this wooded park not far from my house. Good grief, the city picks that stuff up for free if you just put it in a trash can and set it by the curb--is that really so hard to do?
For that matter, I hate anyone who engages in illegal dumping. The world is not your toilet.
I love chocolate, the desert, acupuncture, 80s new wave and clean sheets, among other things.
I miss certain things about being 24. Others I don't miss at all.
I fear leaving my keys in my car while the engine is running. I've never done it, but I want never to do it. So I take all these preventive steps that other people find silly, like rolling my windows down, even if it's raining, if I ever get out of the car while the ignition is on.
I hear pretty well and find myself easily distracted by noise. I am very fond of silence.
I wonder when the hell I'll finally publish a book.
I regret wearing these sandals that were not as broken in as I thought they were on a long walk the other day.
I resent this paper I have to write on bad sex in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but that's what I get for submitting a proposal to a conference.
I eat a lot of organic spinach. Without question, it's the vegetable I buy most often. It's versatile and yummy and good for you.
I drink vodka generally if I'm ordering mixed drinks, unless I'm having margaritas which as we all know are HEAVENLY when made properly but REALLY LOUSY when made with that awful pre-mixed green stuff. I also like the occasional amaretto sour.
I am not allergic to shellfish or nuts, but I am allergic to penicillin.
I dance a lot less than I used to. I love to dance and I'm pretty good at it. I've taken all kinds of lessons.
I sing whenever someone mentions a song. In class one day we were discussing patriotism and a student said, "We should sing ‘God Bless America' or something now" and I immediately launched right into it. I knew all the words, too.
I cry more than a lot of people. I am rather easily moved. A few days ago I started crying in the car when "Right Here, Right Now" by Jesus Jones came on the radio (and I sang along to it too). It was such a hopeful song.... The world can indeed change in the blink of an eye, but that's not necessarily a good thing.
I am not always afflicted by insomnia, but when I am, it's bad.
I make with my hands all kinds of things involving textiles. I especially like making my own clothes.
I can't catch, hit or throw a ball very well.
I need to do some home repairs this summer, but it just doesn't sound fun.
I should put more money in savings.
I start projects I know are going to take a long time, then become obsessive about finishing them right away: piecing a quilt or knitting a sweater or writing a paper or whatever: it seems important to get it done right now, so I stay up until 4 in the morning working on it.
I finish most everything on my plate. My mother trained me well.
I tag anyone who can't think of something to write on your own.
And a good Margarita is so easy to make! There is no excuse for the green stuff.
2 parts tequila
1 part Grand Marnier
1 part freshly squeezed lime juice
Gently stir the above.
Rub a wedge of lime around the rim of a tumbler and then set the moistened rim into a bowl of salt. Fill the tumbler with ice (not crushed ice, you're not making a slurpee), pour in the mixed drink, and handle with care.
It's been a while since I've heard you use a choice swear-word like "fuckwit," Holly.
I like these things. I just might do this, too.
"fuckwit" is one of the best swear-words I've ever heard. Every so often I resolve to use it more often--it deserves to be used, and there are people who deserved to be called that.
"I resent this paper I have to write on bad sex in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but that's what I get for submitting a proposal to a conference."
Did you lose interest or are you just exhausted right now??? I was hoping you'd share a snippet with us here!
Frankengirl asks, re: the Buffy paper I resent, Did you lose interest or are you just exhausted right now??? I was hoping you'd share a snippet with us here!
I definitely haven't lost interest; I just don't want to shape my thoughts into a paper in the next two weeks. I'm going to do it anyway, because I said I would and after it's done I'll be glad I did it, but right now, I would rather nap.
And I probably won't say much before the conference, but after it's done, I promise I'll share.
I sing a lot too but it's usually in my head. Everything I hear seems to relate to a song or a line from a film.
I hate it when I can't think of anything else to say in these comments. Um, er, duh, I liked yer post.
Dale writes,
I hate it when I can't think of anything else to say in these comments. Um, er, duh, I liked yer post.
I'm not complaining, Dale--I'm thrilled when anything I post moves someone enough that they want to tell me about it.