11:50 a.m. - 2004-02-10
i am bored to-day
I stole this from Sara, so you can blame her ass. I haven't done a survey in ages and I am tired of people not updating on diaryland, so I am taking a stand.
Age: 22 (having just celebrated my golden berfday on 12/22)
Favorite band: Right now it's The Darkness, since I just bought that CD. At the moment the most sweeping like is Interpol.
Schooling: I am just about to finish my undergrad, majoring in journalism and creative writing, minoring in French. Contemplating grad school in creative writing. Time and acceptance will tell.
Least favorite job: Probably my shitty-ass, emotionally trying internship from this summer.
Number of personal stalkers: Countless. It's hard to tell, since I have leagues of admirers and I'm always out and about, so it could be coincidence or I could have dozens of stalkers.
Number of people I've stalked: Oh, wow. Factor in an average of three people per year since I was 15 or so...21? Not STALK, stalk, but the occasional follow-to-class, googling, etc.
Number of people I have permanently cut out of my life due to vengeance: Another difficult question to quantify. Most recently, two, but throughout history, I'm sure somewhere around a dozen.
Have I ever stolen anything?: Hell yes. Other than the hearts of men the world over, I snagged the occasional snack when I was working at a convenience store.
Favorite book: Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis OR The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon.
Strengths: Resilience, ability to drink semi-ceaselessly (only my budget interferes), charm, vocabulary, unparalleled sense of style.
Weaknesses: Financial incompetence, fear of the world, romantic retardation, problematic mate selection, self-doubt.
Favorite movie: Before Sunrise and Swimming Pool.
Favorite holiday: My birthday
Favorite junk food: What isn't my favorite junk food? Almost any kind of frozen pizzas, El Monterey frozen chimichangas, Ben and Jerry's or Godiva ice creams.
Love of my life: I was going to say something serious, but I'll just go with Ralph Fiennes or the mid-nineties incarnation of Henry Rollins.
Driving record: Spotty. I rolled my car off of a ravine in high school coming back from this'un's house, running into various objects, allegedly not making a complete stop on campus last year (bullshit, absolute bullshit).
Criminal record: I should have one, but I don't, in spite of semi-routine sex in public and international dopesmugglery.
Number of personal items confiscated by the police: Mercifully, none.
Number of times in the emergency room/hospital (not including when you were born): Once, I think, when I thought I broke my foot on Halloween. I am still dealing with the paperwork, and I have decided NEVER TO GO TO THE GODDAMN HOSPITAL AGAIN.
Number of sexual partners: Five...I am woefully behind, but plan on making up for it on my next trip to Canada.
Greatest fear: Being pronounced unloveable. Or finding out I'm not capable of really doing anything.
Greatest extravagance: Weed, perpetual eating out.
Most overused phrase: Squaller / squaller dawgs, quite, fuckwittage, clearly.
Greatest regret: Not having confessed my feelings for the crush yet.
Most treasured possession: I don't know how much I really treasure my possessions...I just found out my computer is basically destroyed, which means I've lost...a lot. Oddly, I am not that perturbed. My clothes, probably.
Motto: "Fuck 'em."
