Saturday, May 19, 2007

I know I've been tagged by Lisa, so before I finally get to that (sorry!), I just wanted to tell you about the dream I had last night. I dreamed that I was here with the original settlers to colonize the New World, and I picked the land and drew New Jersey on the map. I was going to settle and establish New Jersey, and my first order of business was to build an Old Navy store. Then Kate from "Lost" showed up, and she wanted to settle Pennsylvania, but she wanted all the Old Navies, so we had to draw up a declaration giving New Jersey permission to have an Old Navy store. We shook on it and everything. So basically, it's because of me that New Jersey exists, and that you are able to find fashionable clothes at reasonable prices at Old Navy. THE END.

So anyway, on to the tagging.
*8 weird things about myself*

---Almost every song I listen to I try to think up a movie scene it would probably be in. For example, just about every song on the radio right now has a little scene along the lines of-there's an angsty kid, and everyone thinks they know him, but there's a whole other side to him, and he's gonna rise up against the popular kids and blah blah blah, etc.
Either that, or there's another scenario where a girl moves to "the big city" by herself, and there'd be some lame montage of her being all "fish out of water" but by the end of the song, she's ridin' the subway and on a first-name basis with the guy at the deli. Shit like that.

---My biggest fear when driving on the freeway is that a rock is gonna get kicked up somehow and fly through my driver's side window and hit me in the ear. Or hit me in the neck and break my neck like a goose. So I always need the windows firmly closed on the freeway.

---Me and my cat Fizz have a freckle on the exact same spot on our noses.

---I eat at least 1 pixie stix every day.

---I drive around with my grandfather's "Lake George" baseball cap in the trunk of my car at all times. He had it in the window of his car until he died, and it makes me feel safe having it in there.

---If it wasn't for the fact that I would have to handle or possibly eat seafood of any type, I would be in cooking school right now training to be a chef.

---As a child I fell on a dead body while it was being embalmed in a funeral home. I can't remember if I already wrote about that yet or not, but it was very scarring.

---I need to have all drawers and cabinets in my apartment closed at all times. It bothers me if I know that a cabinet is open somewhere and I keep thinking about it until I get up and close it. I also prefer for all closet doors to be closed always too, but this doesn't bother me as much.

Okay, there's my 8 things. I would tag 8 people but no one updates their blogs anymore.
And since Lisa already tagged Matt, I'm tagging my Weird Al loveing friend, Robert. Go!


brianna said...

Hey, I'm the same way about cupboards! But I also require the closet doors shut at all times. They are equally important to me.

And hey, if you don't want to touch the seafood, why not become a pastry chef? The culinary world is missing out! You rock the sheepies in the kitchen, my friend!

Cruel Shoes said...

Color me impressed! That dream was really something. So you had NJ, Kate had PA, and since she commandeered all the Old Navies (which sounds like a dick move, really, but what are you gonna do-- it's Kate), you were forced to be diplomatic. I like the fact that this didn't resort to violence and swordplay, as it could have.

For some reason, I am laughing at the image of you driving and getting hit in the neck with a rock. And dying like a goose. It would happen so fast! It would hit--your neck would quickly flip and break--you might make a quick honking noise as you pass away--and the car swerves all over the freeway as horns are honking and there is a squeal of tires. The whole thing causes a massive pileup with explosions, screaming, and general chaos. ALL BECAUSE OF ONE TINY ROCK.

Why is this scene so funny?! I must be MAD! Hee hee hee hee...!

Fraulein N said...

You ... fell on a dead body? How ...? I'm pretty sure I never read about that here.