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Fifteen Things About Me > 2008-03-18 I realize I'm a new loser stranger on this site, so I wrote up a little 'about me' entry. It was fun as fuck to write up.
2. I love soy. In the morning I eat my oatmeal with soy milk, at lunch I have my soy burger with an extra fat slice of soy cheese, and a favourite dinner is marinated soy stir fry. Sometimes when I need a quick snack I will eat it raw with strawberry syrup. 3. I have trouble crying. It's not that I'm incapable of it; tears come quite easily when I am slicing onions or my contacts need to be replaced. It's just that I can't cry when I need to express my feelings. Instead my jaw becomes stiff, and my body begins to shake. It really is awful, and half of me wishes I would just break down and wail like a baby again. The other half considers itself to be the toughest shit around. 4. I do not want children of my own. However, I can't wait to adopt. Hopefully I will be lucky enough to receive a newborn, so that I can have the honour of naming it myself. A few favourites are Cymbaline and Viola Leaf for a girl, or John Mark and Edmunde Roy for a boy. I have been dreaming of names since I was a little girl. 5. I can't stand academic swine. 'Nough said about that. 6. I want to be a social worker. Growing up, my best friend was a foster child and so I was always aware of the hardships of the career, but I'm driven towards it. I want to help, I believe I can. 7. One of my favourite summer activities is finding a bee, and just following it. I love watching them fly through the sky, pause at a blossom, and then continue on in pursuit of the next bright head of petals. You'd be surprised what you'll discover. One wasp once led me to a hollow tree trunk filled with acorns and a brass pen. I think I still have it, lost somewhere in a shoebox. 8. Currently I am working as a sales assistant at a bakery. My skills include merchandising loaves of bread and sanitizing countertops. The customers love me, the old ones in particular. Probably my favourite aspect of my job is meeting all the people, and all the half hour conversations I happen into while trying to sell a baguette. 9. I've found that some of my closest friends don't actually like me. When I think about it, I really can't blame them. 10. I do drugs. In the past I have smoked marijuana, tripped on LSD, eaten mushrooms, and shot glass. I loved the acid the best. It really is an amazing feeling you get, and I recommend everyone try it at least once. You'd be amazed what your mind is capable of. The tart taste isn't bad, either. 11. I've found that I really love the smell of engine fuel. Back in high school's Auto Tech class, I'd dreamed of opening my own garage just so that I would be forever plunged in the sweet scent of gasoline. I actually keep a small bottle of it in my bedroom for when I really want to just take a little whiff. It does wonders for my mood. 12. I love trying new recipes! I like baking in particular, but I will dive right into anything concerning food and a good finished product. As I am newly vegan (about four months strong) I still struggle with replacing eggs and whatnot, so I get extra excited when the end creation turns out tasting right. One of the things I miss most are my chocophile cookies. They were heaven, anyone will tell you so. The biggest item on my wish list at the moment is vegan chocolate chips. 13. The following bands are delicious, psychedelic and/or very dear to me: Neutral Milk Hotel, of Montreal, I Monster, The Circulatory System, Jerry and the Pacemakers, Bob Dylan, The Russian Futurists, Beck, The New Pornographers, AC Newman, The Searchers, Boston, Pink Floyd, Sam Roberts, Tonedeff, Binary Star, K'naan, An Pierle. 14. I don't date steady. I've found that men are much more enjoyable/attractive when you are not bound to them, and so I instead have several boys with which I am free to play around with. It's actually great, one day I can go out for a nice dinner and movie with an Italian sweetheart, and the next night I can show up at the boy-next-door type for drinks and sex. 15. Don't complain, don't explain. That is what I live by. I've never understood why others feel the need to voice their discontentment over rain or hard work. Everyone goes through it, and I'm sure we all know how terrible a stain on your sleeve is. Honestly, the whole whining thing seems silly and inane to me, like a phase an eight year old would go through but quickly surpass. And excuses are for the obnoxious. You are late, it does not matter why. You simply are. Justification is horrendously overrated, if you ask me. - - 2008-03-24 |
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