I think I might have done this already but I can’t be bothered to go checking. Anyway, many answers will differe on a day to day basis – so here goes:<\/p>\n
FIRSTS<\/b> LASTS<\/b> I…. YES or NO:<\/b> DO YOU…?<\/b> FAVORITES<\/b> PREFERENCES<\/b> IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU…<\/b> I think I might have done this already but I can’t be bothered to go checking. Anyway, many answers will differe on a day to day basis – so here goes: FIRSTS First job: library page First screen name: Believe … Continue reading
\nFirst job:<\/b> library page
\nFirst screen name:<\/b> Believe it or not, I did not have email until I came to grad school in the late 90s. I got email through school. Soon after that, I got an AOL account – but I can’t remember what that screen name was.
\nFirst self purchased CD:<\/b> I’m gonna go with “first self-purchased album” because “CD” assumes that you are a certain age. What do they think I am, 14 years old? I grew up with RECORDS, baby. My first self-purchased album was ELO’s “Time”. See this post<\/a>.
\nFirst piercing\/tattoo:<\/b> Ears pierced at age 15. Tattoo on the back of my right shoulder. Got it during a heat wave when I had a fever of 103<\/a>. Good times, good times.
\nFirst true love: <\/b> A real live person? Or a celebrity? Because, you know, with me, the lines have always been blurred. First celebrity love? Ralph Macchio<\/a>. Fist real-life true love? My first boyfriend Antonio. I was 21 when we started going out. Or maybe 20. Can’t remember. In a weird way, though, I don’t think I loved anyone as much as I loved Keith M<\/a> and Andrew <\/a>– when I was 9 years old and 11 years old. There is something so INTENSE about love when you’re pre-adolescent. Because it’s not about sex. There is nothing to be DONE about the love. There is no conquest, there is no destination. The love itself is the destination. It is pure. It is intense. You don’t love them because they’re hot, or sexy. You love them because they seem PERFECT.
\nFirst enemy: <\/b>Hmmm. The terrifying bitchy girls in my home room class in 7th grade, who tormented me. I still hate them, even though I know they were just pathetic losers. They crushed my soul at the time. They would not leave me alone.<\/p>\n
\nLast big car ride<\/b>: Drove back to RI from NYC with Beth, Tom, Ceileidh and Conor. Fun!!
\nLast kiss:<\/b> None of your business! But it was damn good, I’ll say that.
\nLast library book checked out: <\/b> I’m more of a book-buyer. I know, I know – I really should go to the library more. I love libraries.
\nLast movie seen:<\/b> Walk the Line<\/i>.
\nLast beverage drank:<\/b> Coffee
\nLast food consumed:<\/b> Two soft-boiled eggs.
\nLast phone call:<\/b> Long conversation with Alex <\/a>the other night.
\nLast CD played:<\/b> Eminem’s “Curtain Call”
\nLast annoyance:<\/b> Waiting for my damn bus to leave the other night – it was 3 am – and my bus is so low-budget that they wait for it to be full. I was a little bit drunk, and I just wanted to get HOME. It was so frustrating.
\nLast pop drank:<\/b> ginger ale
\nLast ice cream eaten: <\/b> I don’t really eat ice cream
\nLast time scolded:<\/b> I first read this as “scalded”. hahahaha Scolded? Oh yes. Last night. My massage therapist dude scolded me. With love. But he did scold me. I deserved it.
\nLast shirt worn: <\/b> A black fleece thing.<\/p>\n
\nI AM:<\/b> a Red Sox fan
\nI WANT: <\/b> to start taking pilates classes – but I’m afraid! I know I just need to bite the bullet, and go – but I fear the learning curve.
\nI HAVE: <\/b> been to Greece, and the Isle of Nice, and I’ve sipped champagne on a yacht … Just kidding. I’ll answer seriously. I have every book that Madeleine L’Engle has ever written.
\nI WISH: <\/b> I could go back in time and see all this stuff<\/a>.
\nI HATE:<\/b> moral scolds, bigotry, close-minded fuckwads, self-righteous prigs, people who so believe they are right that you literally are unable to have a conversation with them (hm, picking up on the theme here?) I also hate coconut
\nI FEAR:<\/b> going blind.
\nI HEAR: <\/b> that Angelina Jolie is pregnant
\nI SEARCH: <\/b> for that one missing sock that always disappears whenever I do laundry. Where the hell does it go??
\nI WONDER<\/b>: who wrote the book of love. I don’t know – I wonder a lot of stuff! Why do you think I have all those science books on my shelf?
\nI REGRET:<\/b> what I DIDN’T say during a certain phone conversation with a certain man many many years ago.
\nI LOVE: <\/b> people who are curious and enthusiastic.
\nI ALWAYS:<\/b> sleep with socks on. I am unable to go to bed bare foot.
\nI AM NOT: <\/b> fluent in Farsi
\nI DANCE: <\/b> in my apartment, by myself, blaring Avril Lavigne
\nI SING: <\/b> in the shower
\nI CRY:<\/b> at the end of Field of Dreams<\/i> pretty much every time I see it. It’s this moment … “Dad?” The guy turns slowly … Back to Costner … who says, “Wanna have a catch?” I’m tellin’ ya – I got tears in my eyes right now. Killer moment. Perfectly executed.<\/p>\n
\nYOU KEEP A DIARY:<\/b> Yes. Obviously<\/a>!
\nYOU LIKE TO COOK:<\/b>. Not really.<\/p>\n
\nHAVE A CRUSH: <\/b> Yes
\nWANT TO GET MARRIED:<\/b> Yes. Three marriage proposals and counting!! I said “No” to two of them, and “Yes” to one … but … well. Obviously I’m still not married. Long story there!! And it involves John Cassavetes, which I think is just perfect. hahaha
\nGET MOTION SICKNESS: <\/b>. No. Because then how could I love roller coasters as much as I do?
\nTHINK YOURE A HEALTH FREAK<\/b>: Kind of. Not really. I try to be conscious, and not go overboard – I don’t have stuff in the house which I know will tempt me – I cook healthy stuff. But “a health freak”? I know health freaks, and I am definitely not one of them.
\nCURRENT HAIR COLOR:<\/b> Red
\nEYE COLOR: <\/b> Grey
\nBIRTHPLACE:<\/b> Beantown<\/p>\n
\nNUMBER<\/b>: 7
\nCOLOR<\/b>: green
\nDAY<\/b>: Thursday – I’ve always loved Thursday
\nMONTH<\/b>: November
\nSONG(S): <\/b> at the moment, I would have to say “Gone” by Kelly Clarkson
\nSEASON<\/b>: Late fall
\nDRINK<\/b>: probably Guinness<\/p>\n
\nCUDDLE OR MAKE OUT:<\/b> Make out. I’ve never been a big cuddler.
\nCHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE:<\/b> I don’t do chocolate
\nMILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: <\/b>I don’t do chocolate
\nVANILLA OR CHOCOLATE:<\/b> How many times do I have to tell you: I don’t do chocolate<\/p>\n
\nCRIED<\/b>? Well, my eyes welled up with tears at the end of Now I can Die in Peace<\/i>, by Bill Simmons which I finished last night. I mean, I didn’t BAWL or anything, but I did get misty
\nHELPED SOMEONE<\/b>? Yes. I helped out this feckin’ whiny bitch on my bus who sat next to me, and had a huge 20-pack of toilet paper on her lap – which she kept moaning and groaning about – “I can’t even breathe” she said to herself – but loud enough for me to hear. I finally said, “Want me to put that up front for you?” She looked at me like I was nuts – it was one of those situations where she just wanted everyone around her to know how PUT OUT she was, being smothered by her own toilet paper – and yet she didn’t want to DO anything about it – so my offer of help came out of the blue – and without waiting for an answer, I took the huge 20-pack of TP, walked up to the front of the bus, and placed it next to the driver. So yeah, I helped her out, but mainly it was to shut her up.
\nBOUGHT SOMETHING?<\/b> Yes. A biography of Clark Gable and the book One Day in September<\/i> about the massacre of Israeli Olympic athletes in Munich. A documentary was made about this horror – based on this book. It is also called One Day in September<\/i>. I HIGHLY recommend the documentary.
\nGOTTEN SICK?<\/b> No.
\nGONE TO THE MOVIES?<\/b> No.
\nSAID ‘i love you’?:<\/b> No.
\nWRITTEN A REAL LETTER<\/b>: No.
\nTALKED TO AN EX?: <\/b> No.
\nMISSED AN EX?:<\/b> Yes. Every time I write about John Travolta – which I did yesterday – I miss Michael<\/a>.
\nWRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?:<\/b> No.
\nHAD A SERIOUS TALK?: <\/b> No.
\nMISSED SOMEONE? <\/b> Yes.
\nHUGGED SOMEONE?<\/b> Yes. A “happy new year” hug with my massage dude.
\nMADE A GIRL MOAN?<\/b> Good lord. No. (Not that I’m aware of anyway.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"