damn you stephanie!
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transomwhiplassI always ignore this stuff but I'm oh-so-bored right now and this gives me permission to be self-involved for a few minutes.
Five Random/Crazy Things About Myself:
1. I have the worst personal memory. Honestly, I can never think of specific stories or instances from my childhood - I watched about 10 movies in the last 72 hours but can I name half of them? No. The one caveat to this is I have a really good memory for stuff other people have done: around me or otherwise (like if they told me that they did something). I don't know how it works but I think it might be related to those few years where I was a celebrity gossip/pop culture/trivia freak. I think I must have carved some kind of hole for random, meaningless details in my head and evicted the space usually used for things that actually matter.
2. Sometimes I think of my relationships in terms of whether someone would come to my funeral or not were I to meet an untimely demise and what distances would limit certain people. I know it sounds morbid and all, it's not like I'm planning what I will be wearing or anything like that but I do think about how sad/happy certain people would feel. I think it must be a stowaway from younger, angstier years.
3. I figured out that there was no Santa Claus at age 7 based on a series of clues. The most noteworthy piece of evidence was the thank you note for milk and cookies written in my father's obvious, horrible handwriting. The sad part about this is I think I boasted this discovery and protested the sham all around my hapless younger siblings thus prematurely popping their little bubbles of childhood fantasy. Alas, I am that horrible older sibling.
4. I like hearing my own name. I know in the past I've done a large amount of complaining about "everyone and their mom being named Sarah" and the ignoring I practice when someone calls out to me in public (I would have repetitive stress injury in my neck if I did so everytime it was called). However, I really like hearing it said aloud- I like when people reference it in conversation like "well, what do you think Sarah" and that sort of thing. I think my enjoyment of hearing it might be why I occasionally talk in third person. It works in any kind of relationship to augment my feelings and make me feel closer to someone. Hearing a boy I like say it in reference to me.. that's just the fucking tops right there... dude, you asked for weird/random.
5. So, I have a "hair thing." Most people know about this, but some don't and others don't know how far this goes. I don't think I've ever had a crush on a blonde in my life. Not because I think blonde guys are unattractive, I just always seem to associate it with cockiness and thus unattainability. Don't ask, I'm still trying to recall if some blonde boy dissed me early in life and thus turned me off for life - I haven't come up with any. Most famously, my obsession with curly hair - it has led to many a speech in the past about its glories and what constitutes the perfect kind of curls on a boy's head - the "mo-frane" anyone? To a degree that has died a little because boys here just don't seem to have very curly hair, it might have been a Houston-humidity thing. Those who have known me a long time will remember how the curly hair thing lead into the facial hair thing: a boy is most attactive when he has some but keeps it in a modest, well-distributed amount. My obsession with the Strokes is probably 50% due to the fact that each Stroke exhibits a specimen of something I would consider "perfect hair" the rest is a combination of their music and just hotness in general. Nick Valensi is my most passionate on again/off again celeb crush - he physically epitomizes everything I find most attractive in the opposite sex most of the time but his occasional dabble in "femme-mullets" (every other year it seems) is such a turn off as he utterly squanders his hair potential for the most hideous style on the planet (currently in a mullet phase, ughhh). For all of my obsession, a boy with perfect hair, in my mind, keeps it messy, a little overgrown, and floppy-ish - essentially, hardly taken care of except being washed. This all ties back to something I heard once that you find most attractive qualities that remind you of yourself (I think I'm kind of famous for my messy hair that looks insane, but like I intended it to be that way). The only kind of "styled" hair I like is a faux-hawk because I think they are hilarious - they are pretentious as all hell, but never cease to amuse me. So, two in one weird fact - Sarah can ramble this long about hair. I figured that since I couldn't really think of anything very climatic to end this list, I might as well just radiate weird for as long as possible. Oh, also, I'm not as shallow as this paragraph would imply - I don't disqualify from my attractive list for not fitting my standards of perfect hair (which aren't really standards, since what I like basically constitutes a natural phenomenon that a boy either has or doesn't) - it just earns bonus points. I don't even know if it makes top three in my ultimate criteria, however, we'll save that list for some other post.
Tag: Lindsey, Elizabeth, Frankie, Amelia, Britney - I don't care if anyone does this. I'll be the first person to tell you not to waste your time on this if you have something else you could be doing - counting the number of freckles on your arm, anyone?. I just don't want to get e*bitchslapped for not following the "rules" and not tagging. No guilt, no pressure..
Five Random/Crazy Things About Myself:
1. I have the worst personal memory. Honestly, I can never think of specific stories or instances from my childhood - I watched about 10 movies in the last 72 hours but can I name half of them? No. The one caveat to this is I have a really good memory for stuff other people have done: around me or otherwise (like if they told me that they did something). I don't know how it works but I think it might be related to those few years where I was a celebrity gossip/pop culture/trivia freak. I think I must have carved some kind of hole for random, meaningless details in my head and evicted the space usually used for things that actually matter.
2. Sometimes I think of my relationships in terms of whether someone would come to my funeral or not were I to meet an untimely demise and what distances would limit certain people. I know it sounds morbid and all, it's not like I'm planning what I will be wearing or anything like that but I do think about how sad/happy certain people would feel. I think it must be a stowaway from younger, angstier years.
3. I figured out that there was no Santa Claus at age 7 based on a series of clues. The most noteworthy piece of evidence was the thank you note for milk and cookies written in my father's obvious, horrible handwriting. The sad part about this is I think I boasted this discovery and protested the sham all around my hapless younger siblings thus prematurely popping their little bubbles of childhood fantasy. Alas, I am that horrible older sibling.
4. I like hearing my own name. I know in the past I've done a large amount of complaining about "everyone and their mom being named Sarah" and the ignoring I practice when someone calls out to me in public (I would have repetitive stress injury in my neck if I did so everytime it was called). However, I really like hearing it said aloud- I like when people reference it in conversation like "well, what do you think Sarah" and that sort of thing. I think my enjoyment of hearing it might be why I occasionally talk in third person. It works in any kind of relationship to augment my feelings and make me feel closer to someone. Hearing a boy I like say it in reference to me.. that's just the fucking tops right there... dude, you asked for weird/random.
5. So, I have a "hair thing." Most people know about this, but some don't and others don't know how far this goes. I don't think I've ever had a crush on a blonde in my life. Not because I think blonde guys are unattractive, I just always seem to associate it with cockiness and thus unattainability. Don't ask, I'm still trying to recall if some blonde boy dissed me early in life and thus turned me off for life - I haven't come up with any. Most famously, my obsession with curly hair - it has led to many a speech in the past about its glories and what constitutes the perfect kind of curls on a boy's head - the "mo-frane" anyone? To a degree that has died a little because boys here just don't seem to have very curly hair, it might have been a Houston-humidity thing. Those who have known me a long time will remember how the curly hair thing lead into the facial hair thing: a boy is most attactive when he has some but keeps it in a modest, well-distributed amount. My obsession with the Strokes is probably 50% due to the fact that each Stroke exhibits a specimen of something I would consider "perfect hair" the rest is a combination of their music and just hotness in general. Nick Valensi is my most passionate on again/off again celeb crush - he physically epitomizes everything I find most attractive in the opposite sex most of the time but his occasional dabble in "femme-mullets" (every other year it seems) is such a turn off as he utterly squanders his hair potential for the most hideous style on the planet (currently in a mullet phase, ughhh). For all of my obsession, a boy with perfect hair, in my mind, keeps it messy, a little overgrown, and floppy-ish - essentially, hardly taken care of except being washed. This all ties back to something I heard once that you find most attractive qualities that remind you of yourself (I think I'm kind of famous for my messy hair that looks insane, but like I intended it to be that way). The only kind of "styled" hair I like is a faux-hawk because I think they are hilarious - they are pretentious as all hell, but never cease to amuse me. So, two in one weird fact - Sarah can ramble this long about hair. I figured that since I couldn't really think of anything very climatic to end this list, I might as well just radiate weird for as long as possible. Oh, also, I'm not as shallow as this paragraph would imply - I don't disqualify from my attractive list for not fitting my standards of perfect hair (which aren't really standards, since what I like basically constitutes a natural phenomenon that a boy either has or doesn't) - it just earns bonus points. I don't even know if it makes top three in my ultimate criteria, however, we'll save that list for some other post.
Tag: Lindsey, Elizabeth, Frankie, Amelia, Britney - I don't care if anyone does this. I'll be the first person to tell you not to waste your time on this if you have something else you could be doing - counting the number of freckles on your arm, anyone?. I just don't want to get e*bitchslapped for not following the "rules" and not tagging. No guilt, no pressure..
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Date: 2005-12-15 08:08 pm (UTC)