May 11th, 12:27 | Alphabet-themed cop-out
I keep thinking that I should write more, that I should vent all my worries but lately I just haven't been feeling it, for lack of a better expression. This is shameful, considering that just this Monday night, not only did I beat my previous bowling high score of 77 by two, but then I maintained a brand new highscore of 100 ("One Hundred") for two games in a row. That's right folks: I am now a triple-digit bowler. I can't tell you how giddy I was Monday night; my coworkers even complimented me on my victory dance.
With all that excitement, though, I'm still going to wuss out and use a stolen meme. (As a sidenote, I know that the term "meme", was borrowed from the "cultural chunk" idea, also borrowed by the DNA folks. Honestly, though, since these quiz/questionnaire things turn out so often to be "all about me" things, isn't it more fitting to think of them as "me! me!s"? No? I need to lay off the glue? Right.) Anyhow, meme away:
What accent?? I know I live in Canada and all, but I don't say "aboot" or "eh" (all that often). I'd say I have a generic large-ish city sound.
I'll drink anything that tastes good.
Chore I hate:
I don't know that there is a chore I hate, really. I mean, I'm not a big fan of chores, but I don't think of them as something that I get punished with either; they're just there. If I had to pick one, it would probably be mopping the floor because it takes the longest (what with the furniture-moving and things) and afterwards the floor is all sopping and drippy for awhile. I don't think I would describe my feelings for mopping as "hate" though...
While I've been saying I'm a cat person forever and ever, lately I think I'm trending more towards owning a (large) dog, if only because I won't have any allergy woes. Then I think about the work, with the walking/running and the frisbee-throwing, and about how lazy I am and I swing back towards cats again. I think it's fairly safe to say that I see the advantages of both.
Any machine that gets me hooked up to The World, and lets me play my tunes. I should probably include a necessity for movie-playing capability, but you get the idea, I'm sure.
On me? Probably something light and candy- or fruit-smelling. (Satsuma, fuzzy peach, that marshmallow-y smell, etc.) The truth, however, is that I don't use perfume because I can't be bothered. Inevitably I end up wearing too much ("Jesus, who took a bath in cookie dough??") because I'm a klutz, or else the smell vanishes/clashes horribly with the way I smell within 8 minutes. So I don't bother. I still buy yummy-smelling bath goo, but that's hardly the same thing.
On other people? Anything warm-smelling (does that make sense to anyone else?) is good, really. Softer, slightly spicy smells, or vaguely musky smells are good. The Boy tends to smell like cookie, which I'm a big fan of.
I loves the silver. (Or white gold.)
Toronto, Ontario. And no, I do not, nor have I or will I ever, call it "T-dot".
Not me! Although almost all my friends have at one time or other reported sleeping difficulties to me, I am happy (although a little paranoid now) to report that sleeping remains my most faithful superpower.
I think it's currently something meaningful like "IT Specialist". I'd check, but I don't know where my business cards are anymore. In terms of what I'd like my job title to be... I don't really know. This has kind of been the problem all along, hasn't it? Probably something along the lines of "Teacher". Right now, that sounds pretty good.
Despite my team's accusations, none, nor am I expecting, which suits me just fine. I imagine that one day I'll get over my fear of spawning, though.
Currently I live with my parents in an apartment which is too small for the three of us 60% of the time. Come August or September, however, I will be Officially Shacked Up With The Boy somewhere up in The Frozen North.
Most admired trait
In others, probably honesty or integrity.
For me, I have no idea what people admire about me. I'm going to go with my vivacity/friendliness.
Number of sexual partners
This would fall into the "none of your damn business" category, I think.
Overnight hospital stays
None that I can remember.
Deathly fear of screwing up; often masquerades itself as complete paralysis when faced with a decision to make. I don't know if that qualifies as a phobia though. I think that's more generic reluctance to grow up.
Hmm... I'm not really a quote person, so I can't think of one off the top of my head (although I've read plenty that I thought were great). A couple I can remember liking:
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson, and,
To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness. -- Bertrand Russell
Freeform. I'm somewhere between the blissful Constant-On of tantra, and the more generalized Wonder of any Nature-revering sect. I think I'm most religious in the space between my breaths when I'm just being.
I have a sister (chan) and brother (Kitty), but neither are actually related to me.
Time I usually wake up
Usually a little before 7, maybe 6:40 or so. I've been trying to squeak the time earlier to coax my lethargic carcass out of bed and onto a yoga mat, but this week (since I start work at 8:30), that hasn't really been happening. Next week I don't start till 10:30, however, so there's some hope.
Well, my dad says that I have the unusual, if over-analytical, talent of thinking before jumping. I find this odd, considering I've always thought of myself as an impulsive person. (Although, if pressed, I will admit that I'm only impulsive about small things.)
I don't know if that counts at all, but the only other thing I can think of is "anal-retentive ability to plan everyone's life but her own", and frankly my dad's is much more flattering. So.
Vegetable I refuse to eat
Eggplant. I'm softening on the zucchini front, but in general the whole squash family is pretty sketchy in my view.
See Phobia. Well, it's either that or my tendency to overestimate the number of small tasks I can achieve in the morning before running to the car in a panic because I'm late.
My most recent one was a chest x-ray, requisitionned by my doctor (I'm sure) to soothe my hypochondriacal ways when I asked her if I had pneumonia, after my recent bout with not being able to breathe. (It turns out I don't have pneumonia, or TB, if you're wondering. Woohoo!)
Yummy foods I make
Variety of breads, cakes, muffins, cookies. Baked goods are definitely my forte.
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