- I have always wanted to be a certified barista and work in a coffee shop. There is something about the atmosphere of coffee shops that completely draws me in; and I am not talking Starbucks. I love little off-the-wall shops that are not in the least bit corporate.
- I am still unsure if I have officially graduated from ISU. I know this sounds completely ridiculous, and it really is, but I don't care so much right now about that. I have a huge problem with my program advisor; and I do not like her very much. I passed all of my classes this semester; I actually got straight A's this semester. I am guessing I have graduated, and I may even waltz down to campus this next week and check.
- More than anything I want to go to England. It has appealed to me since I was a kid and as long as I go there before I die, I will be happy.
- I am a workaholic according to just about everyone around me. I am so into my job that I have ulcers from the stress it has caused me. Lovely, right?
- Saddam Hussein was executed on my 21st birthday. I remember I was at The First National and I was going to the bathroom and I stopped in front of a huge TV and was pointing at it and saying, "This is the best birthday EVER!" I was ridiculously trashed.
- I am easily addicted to reality television. I avoid reality TV because I am so addicted. I accidentally started watching a marathon of America's Next Top Model way early one morning while doing homework and I called in an hour late to work so I could watch the last episode. I can be extremely lame.
- I am likely the most insecure and self conscious person you will ever come across. I am care way too much about what other people think, and I never think what I accomplish is good enough.
- When I was little I used to talk for my sister because we are four years apart. If an adult would ask her a question, I would take it upon myself to answer for her. I still do it now from time to time; this is probably why she is so shy.
- I want to learn French. If I would have had to take another semester of college I would have signed up for French. I am actually still thinking of doing so.
- I am absolutely terrified of being stuck in Pocatello for the rest of my life. I hate it here and I am hoping to leave within the next year.
- I want to own a hotel or bed and breakfast. I love this industry and would love to stay in it.
- I am too artistic for my own good. I can't paint, sing, draw, or write poems but if I could I would kick ass at it. I love art.
- I am obsessed with huge coffee table books. I want lots of them one day when I am not sharing a house with messy, party-hungry, boys.
- After everything is all said and done, all I have ever truly wanted out of life is to be genuinely happy.
- I want kids one day.
- I can not shop at the DI. I have the most terrible stigma about going into places like that. My friend Cody used to drag me their often and I would walk around with a disgusted look on my face. He stopped taking me.
- I remember birthdays. I am the crazy birthday lady. I buy presents and cards and bake cakes. It is a little outlandish sometimes.
- I am extremely naive when it comes to drugs. I don't understand them and I can't really keep up with all of the nicknames for them and how you take them. Odd.
- I have panic attacks when I don't have my cell phone. I once dropped mine in the parking lot at the grocery store and realized it when I was about two blocks away. I was almost in tears when I got back and there was a lady about ready to pick it up and I flipped out. It is horrible.
- I get pulled over a lot; at least four or five times a year. I normally don't get tickets, but it is still a ridiculous process. I actually got pulled over the other day for crossing over the line on the far left hand lane. I couldn't have possibly went over it by more than five inches though because I hadn't hit the rumble strip yet. The officer was a jerk and tailed me for a mile before he decided to pull me over. I was angry.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Things you may not know
Here are my 20 random things as copied from Ms. Meg:
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