“My 25 random list” (aka … a thing I did on Facebook…yes, another questionnaire) :)
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1. I’m very much a creature of habit. I have a tendency to adopt new ones on a whim with absolutely no rhyme or reason behind them, and usually for an un-pre-determined extended amount of time. For example, right after college, I went through an ICEE period that lasted everyday for two years (yes, like the cherry kind you get from 7-11). Before I went to bed, I’d head over to 7-11 and buy the biggest size and then go home to finish it while watching and falling asleep to whatever happened to be on at 1 a.m. Other more recent examples are the breakfast burritos from the Mexican place out back that I had every morning for six months last year, and the shared habit I currently share with Angela and Chelsea. We have our daily run to 7-11 for $1 lottery scratchers and big gulps (note: my commitment to developing and nurturing new habits does not extend to work outs).
2. Related to point number one, although I don’t necessarily love the feeling of being water-logged after mass consumption of fluids, I love rolling onto my side and hearing all of the liquid move inside of me. To the point, that I’ll actually lay on my back and move my waist vigorously from side to side just to hear the sound even louder. I have a feeling this had a lot to do with my childhood dream of owning a waterbed. For some reason, the idea of a water bed, which seemed much more like a toy or novelty to me, made me think sleep would be a lot more fun.
3. I’d argue I’m a bright to dark cherry red in at least 75% of the photos of me saved on our office server from pictures taken over the last three years during work functions. Those who know me probably know the reason behind ‘the glow.’ Highly likely this is conspiracy related.
4. I’ve known that I’m lactose intolerant since age 14 or 15. That said, I can count the number of times I’ve actually taken lactaid on two hands. I’ve never even purchased a box of lactaid. I’m not even sure I spelled it correctly, nor will I bother to ‘google’ or ‘wiki’ it. Finally, my apathy for using medicine to overcome my intake of dairy products has never prevented me from consuming large quantities of chocolate milkshakes from Ghirardelli. Let’s just say, I usually take mine to go. And only if I know I can get back to the apartment in a car and not unreliable MUNI.
5. I’m pretty notorious for spelling errors. My mind moves a lot faster than my fingers and I hate going back to correct spelling errors. I feel that if I do—in real time—I’ll forget key points I’m trying to make in whatever I’m writing.
6. I used the term “de facto” today for the first time ever in an email to a co-worker. I think it’s my new favorite. There’s no other reason beyond I just like the way it sounds.
7. I’m annoyed by people who stand in the middle of the road to see if the MUNI bus is coming, as if their squinted gaze is going to make the bus come any faster. I secretly wish they get grazed when it eventually arrives or that they’re standing behind the bus when it sporadically goes ‘off track’ and they’re greeted by a sudden shower of electric sparks.
8. I’m very particular about the height of my pillow when I go to bed. If it’s not at the ‘perfect’ height, I usually wake up with a headache. That’s why I like to choose different colored pillow cases, so that I can easily identify them (e.g. at my apartment, pillow with tan pillow case + pillow with blue pillow case = perfect height / perfect sleep).
9. If I don’t finish a book within the first five days I start reading it, the likelihood of me finishing the book within the next couple weeks goes down to 25%. Let’s just say, life happens.
10. From a very early age, I’ve always enjoyed the smell of gasoline stations and nail polish. To clarify, I’ve never gotten high from high exposure.
11. I was about 5’0 short until the 8th grade. Kids teased me a lot, calling me names like “shrimp.” Whatever though, I got over it pretty fast. Plus, shrimp are among my favorite foods.
12. My top three fears: (1) Walking over sewer covers. I hate that you can see all the way down. I’m always freaked out that one day I’m just going to fall through, and literally be that person “trapped in a well” with my screams made silent because the enormity of the pain has forced my body into instant shock and paralysis. Adding insult to injury, I would then try to use my phone to call emergency only to find my reception limited to zero bars, a battery symbol flashing red and empty, all of which is followed with a message saying “phone turning off” (2) Violent homeless people on MUNI. A lot of this has to do with the fact that I’ve seen people get beat up on the bus and the driver never does anything. He/she usually resigns themselves to ‘still in (rearview mirror) sight, yet out of mind.’ Much of the same can be said for other passengers. (3) Little person doctors. Though not a part of my current reality, I saw this special a couple weeks ago on a little person couple, one of which was a doctor. In the name of not wanting to offend, I’ll just say if my mind could earn frequent miles for all of the places it went while watching that special, I could likely travel to the moon for free.
13. Similar to my best friend Claire, I have a phobia when it comes to throw-up. This translates to me doing everything I can not to throw up, and me needing to vacate the premises if anyone else has to since I’m a huge sympathy barfer. If anyone else is throwing up, I’ll plug my nose, shut my eyes and hum. And as for me, the last time I threw up was my 23rd birthday. A night I can barely remember and hopefully will never have to re-live. (Please no sequels or repeats, thanks). That was the same night I got kicked out of my own V.I.P. area and had to be carried out by the bouncer. Worst party moment ever. To this day, if I happen to get intoxicated I will always ask the cab driver to roll down all the windows (even if raining), and take the route with the least amount of red lights, stop signs and hills.
14. I’m at my happiest / giddiest when at a 24-hour restaurant after a fun night out with friends, when we’re all so deliriously tired and everything is funny. Same can be said, when waking up the next day without a head ache and heading over to brunch.
15. At one point after college I maxed at 170#. Mind you, I’m about 5’4. Let’s just say, as I struggled with sorting out my independence, 90% of what I over-ate were my feelings.
16. I’m more attracted to raising children then being married. A single-person home, especially to those less fortunate, is still, at the very least a home.
17. I’m a tennis fanatic. This past Australian Open, I actually stayed up till 4am watching the finals as they were happening on ESPN2.
18. I’m really bad about taking regular meals at work. It has a lot to do with my own unhealthy perspective of seeing “eating” as a luxury I shouldn’t have until I’m done with what I want to get done. It’s so bad, I know. That said, I thank my co-workers for their constant daily offer of “can we pick you up anything?”
19. From about age 6 through high school, I had an irrational fear of aliens which birthed after watching a documentary that my aunt taped, that she made me, my sister and my cousin watch on a random rainy day. This situation was exacerbated by my loyalty to shows like ‘Unsolved Mysteries’ and ‘Sightings,’ and movies like ‘Communion’ and ‘Fire in the Sky.’ Shows and movies that, despite my fears, I could not wait to watch over and over and over again. Kind of like going to a traveling carnival and buying an ‘unlimited rides’ bracelet. Seriously, those things are like death traps with how squeaky and barely functional they are. Another juicy tidbit is that I learned from watching these shows and movies that when in the presence of aliens, you become completely paralyzed. Let’s just say, you can’t even silent scream. “Oh the ho-rra!” Knowing this, I would force myself to move and fidget throughout the night as a way to convince my half-asleep-self there weren’t any aliens in my room.
20. It’s always been my dream to learn how to fly planes. Growing up, and to this day, I was fascinated by airplanes. I still like going to the airport early to watch the airplanes land and take off. What makes this whole situation funny is when you consider #21, and #22.
21. I’ve never had a driver’s license. In fact, I failed my permit test 6 times as a teenager. Then, I got in a bad car accident and have never wanted to be behind the wheel again. Coincidence then that I live in SF? (Though, the public transportation could be better). The only time I felt bad about not driving was when I told my boss he had to drive us to the client meeting in Milpitas.
22. For some reason, I love the thrill of running for a bus. If, while getting ready, I have more than 5 minutes to get to the stop, I’ll sit down and watch TV. (note: Don’t try to make sense of this. It doesn’t make sense to me either. I’ve just accepted it).
23. My sister and I, during summer vacations (from 3rd grade through high school), would watch the same three movies while eating macaroni and cheese…every day…for the whole three months. We’d watch “Princess Bride,” “Willow,” and “Mrs. Doubtfire.” To this day, we still know all the words to those movies.
24. My time on the bus en route to work in the morning or en route to home in the evening is what I consider “my time.” I will make every effort to avoid everyone I know, so I can listen to my iPod and de-compress. I’ll go to such lengths as try and make myself more discrete looking (ala the unibomber). Exceptions: Amanda and Chelsea.
25. My favorite activity is coming up with interesting analogies or story-telling. Makes sense then that I ended up in advertising (…not just because of the drugs and booze). Kidding. Obviously.
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