1. I hate fish. Those who know me well understand the seriousness of it. The official name of this irrational fear is ichthyophobia. Sometimes I can’t walk all the way to the end of the pier because of fish heads and …ugh, I can’t even continue…
2. I love to travel. I would travel the world if I had the time and the means to do it. I would go anywhere and everywhere. The start of my list goes as follows: Munich, Venice, Paris, London, Salzburg, DC, New York, and Seattle. Many more to come.
3. I am a closet-hippie. I wish I could be one (minus the bra-burning and LSD-doing). But I really do wish for world peace in a non-beauty pageant way. I just wish that everyone could just get along!
4. I found out I had a 39-year-old brother when I was 19. I was, as expected, absolutely shocked when I found out - but he and his family have become a part of ours and I couldn't be happier with having them in my life. My newly-found brother and his wife are currently my bosses at one of my serving jobs. Weird how things happen…
5. I was a figure skater for 8 years; we are a rare breed in Southern California. Nancy Karrigan was my first hero; this was after the famous knee injury that, immediately after said accident, she went on to win the silver medal at the Olympics. I loved the competitions, the dresses, the rhinestones (especially), my coach Monica who was more like a big sister, the fun music and the friends I made. I looked forward to new programs because that meant a trip to LA where my parents and I would spend hours looking at rhinestones and fabric.
6. I daydream a lot, and I mean, A LOT. I am always thinking about my perfect dream job (which is still yet to be defined or created), my future Mr. Perfect, my children's names (which, by the way, my girl will be named Charlotte and my boy will be Topher (tap tap those names:)). I daydream about my future house (that is already designed to perfection, complete with a very large library), about my plans for the night...everything. In my daydreams, everything in the world is perfect and plays out like a movie in my head.
7. My favorite color is purple. It always has been and always will be. I tried the whole pink thing for a while but it didn't work out.
8. I am, in a very distant way, related to Grover Cleveland, the 22nd AND 24th president of the United States. He is my great-grandmother's cousin...or something like that. But, pretty cool, eh?
9. I worked for the Angels during the summer of 2006. I can honestly say it was the best job I have ever had, and probably ever will have. I got to shoot t-shirts on the field, rhinestone 20 jerseys with my mom, be on multiple radio shows and the Best Damn Sports Show Period, shoot t-shirts as the "opening act" for KIIS FM's Wango Tango, help little kids run the bases at the stadium, all while making great friends…and I swear to this day that Derek Jeter tipped his hat at me at the World Baseball Classic...sighhh...
10. I love quoting random and dumb/funny movies or television shows. I looked forward to a trip to Vegas last weekend for it's relevancy of quoting The Hangover. Most situations in life will remind me of a Seinfeld or Sex and the City episode; a lot of my friends just look at me since they usually don't know what I am saying. On the very rare occasion where I find a boy who randomly throws out a quote in a conversation and I understand it...I make sure to hold onto him :)
11. I love LOVE and LIFE. I try not to regret a single thing about either of those. Everything that happens to us is a learning experience, not something to dwell on. I fall in love easily; I wear my heart on my sleeve. I love the little things in life like driving down PCH with my windows down and my music turned up. I also love the rain, I love cupcakes, flowers, Christmas, black and white pictures, my friends, butterflies, laughing, new jeans, taking pictures, writing, chapstick, shopping, a new book, coffee, my awesome Book Club, and GLEE . The list could go on and on and on....
Monday, February 8, 2010
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