Things

Recently ran into Jenrikay at the local military base. We have been in school together forever. Same grade school. Same high school. Same college. But despite how well we get along and like each other and can apparently talk for hours and such, we never hang out. We just read about what's happening in one another's lives via the miracle of weblogs. So I invited her for a birthday drink one we both return to SB. I stole the following survey thing from her blog. Answers supplied are my own.

10 random things about me:

1. I feel like my fashion sense is inferior and invalid whenever I sell clothing to Buffalo Exchange because I know that over half of it will be rejected.
2. I believe that conjunctions are the most misunderstood parts of the English language.
3. I want to name all my pets after great writers. For instance, I would like to own a cat named Geoffrey Chaucer and a bloodhound named Samuel Leghorn Clemmens, sometimes to be called Mark Twain.
4. I am strangely fascinated by carnies.
5. I not so secretly long to be bohemian.
6. I strip for Cassie when I get home late from work.
7. When I attend movies at the Isla Vista theatre, I try to go in costume as much as humanly possible. Examples: I wore my faire garb to LOTR to be Rosie Cotton. I dressed as a pirate for Pirates of the Carribean. I went as Alex to a showing of A Clockwork Orange. And so on.
8. I think D.H. Lawrence is the sexiest writer EVER.
9. I try to associate myself with talented people so that I may feed of their creative glory.
10. I really, really vehemently loathe mushrooms and peppers.

9 places I’ve visited:

1. Sidney, Adelaide & the Blue Mountains, Australia
2. Edinburg & Glasgow, Scotland
3. Tijuana, Mexico
4. London, England
5. various cities (small and large) in Italy
6. New York, New York
7. Anchorage, Alaska
8. the unfortunate state of Missouri
9. Maui and Ouahu, Hawaii

8 things I wanna do before I die:

1. Write a novel. It doesn't have to be good.
2. Do the costume design for a feature-length motion picture.
3. Bear and rear gorgeous and intelligent children and love them ceaselessly.
4. Swim with dolphins.
5. Live a life of the mind.
6. Win a literary prize of some kind.
7. Take a road trip through California or the British Isles, visiting the places famous writers once lived.
8. Ride in a hot air baloon over the Napa Valley.
   

7 ways for a guy to win my heart:

1. Be interesting.
2. Read me poetry.
3. Like both the cinema and the theatre.
4. Sing to me.
5. Know when to be silly and when to be serious.
6. Be a good cuddler.
7. Respect me.

6 things I believe in:

1. The beauty of dreams.
2. That we all must follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bounds of human thought.
3. The power of art to change individuals, if not the world.
4. Soulmates.
5. Reincarnation.
6. Above all things, I believe in love.
   

5 things I’m afraid of:

1. Never having a child.
2. Becoming like my mother.
3. Growing old.
4. Failure.
5. Settling for less.

4 of my favorite things in my bedroom:

1. My Academy Award. (Given to me by my parents on closing night of my last high school play.)
2. My collection of quills.
3. The picture that Bryna took of Marcus and I at a picnic some years ago.
4. My castanets from Spain.

3 things I do everyday:

1. Spend more time than I should on the internet.
2. Mention some random peice of trivia to someone regarding a movie or book.
3. Shower.

2 things I’ve been thinking about constantly lately:

1. That the monstrous earthquake and ensuing tsunamis that ravaged Southeast Asia might be Earth's way of letting us know how burdened she is by the severe overpopulation of this planet.
2. My impending tattoo.

1 Person I want to see right now: Marcus.

Czechoslovakia beware.

My absinthe arrived, minus one bottle. Not that it was broken in shipping or damaged in any way, this second bottle. It was simply missing from the package. The contents of the package were very obviously incongruent with the intendend contents expressed on the packing slip. This is expensive booze. My wrath shall be felt across the Czech Republic.

Results in 2 to 4 weeks.

Now that I am at home, my adventures in hospital vists begin anew.

I really think MRIs are about the fucking scariest things anyone will ever have to experience. The tiny, enclosed space is not the scary part. What I find to be utterly terrifying about MRIs are the whirry, beepy, machiney noises that continue for inordinate amounts of time.

To top off the terror that is getting an MRI, the MRI unit at Kaiser Vallejo is mobile. That's correct. Mobile. As in, in a trailer outside of the hospital. My mother assures me that most MRI units are mobile and in trailers. I assure you she lies to me.

So I am enclosed in a tube, blindfolded, immobilized and surrounded by whirry machiney noises that continue for inordinate amounts of time and in a mysterious trailer. This is pretty much how I imagine a typical alien abduction scenario to be, minus the anal probe.

The internet doesn't check ID.

I just spent an entire paycheck on alcohol.

I think I can officially say now that I live in Isla Vista.

I only fake when I know I'm on tape.

Evil linguistics project is finally done. My approach to research proves very useless. This is what I get for skillfully avoiding research papers for my entire academic career. I will never make it in the honors program.

I have also learned to read things much more carefully from this experience. I had completely forgotten the section on stress and allophones of the language, so I naturally didn't get a recording of it with my speaker. So I faked it. I fucking faked it. And probably poorly, too. But I do not care. It's done. And I do not care.

Resolution for next quarter: take classes with no finals and term projects instead much more seriously.