Fair trade

Who wants to trade bodies?* The brain is acting up again. I probably had too much caffeine over the weekend, but the headache was looming then and there were things I needed to do. Still are things I need to do, but today my body didn't give me any options. I've only managed about 6 hours of consciousness (not counting time I spent lying awake in the dark unable to do anything) all day.

The dog woke me up at 6 AM yesterday, which was very annoying since I had to get up around 7 anyway. Him got to my apartment early with all necessary directions, coffee and an Egg McMuffin (he'd paid attention last time). I was in a complete daze as we drove to get the truck. We missed the first turn from the truck place to my grandfather's former apartment, but knowing the basics of the area and directions and street names I was able to get us there almost as quickly as the the original directions would have been. Him was completely stunned when we made it, as he had no faith in my abilities and wanted to backtrack to the streets we were "supposed" to be on from the start. I was extremely pleased with myself.

My grandfather had been doling his stuff out for years, so there wasn't that much left to go over after he died. It was mostly new stuff that had been bought for his apartment here, anyway, so I got his microwave and toaster oven. On Tuesday I'd finally gone to look over what was in his apartment to see if there was anything else I wanted. He was extremely anal about certain things, so everything was labeled and stashed neatly. I found a box that said "Old Camera: non-digital" and contained an old Nikon with three lenses and a flash. I have no clue how to use it, but I'm very excited to learn. Maybe I'll take a photography class at Nameless College (assuming I eventually get in and go there). My parents had a similar camera when I was growing up, so I'm sure they can show me some basics, plus FF is apparently starting at Nameless in the fall for photography and offered to help me figure things out. The other major exciting find for me was a Dremel. I have wanted one of these since I first used one in my metalsmithing class at camp almost 10 years ago. What can I say, I love SpikeTV and Lifetime, power tools and knitting.

When it came to actually moving my grandfather's couch and other stuff around, Him and my father were both in type-A personality super-opinionated mode. I was still exhausted and just wanted to curl up into a corner while they tried to boss eachother around, though I'll admit they ended up being very efficient at moving crap into vehicles and we were on our way with time to spare. Back at Him's apartment his friends (who were extremely cool) showed up and the couch was in and I was dropped off at my apartment in time to shower and get ready to meet my cousins.

I'd seen the ads for one of Chicago's street festivals that was right between where my cousins just moved (the ones on my dad's side) and my apartment, so we made plans to meet. We met. It was very hot and I was very tired, but it was still fun hanging out with the cousins like we were actually adults. I hadn't done that with these cousins yet.

By the time I got home, I was a zombie. I napped and wasted time and watched TV until I went to bed. I drugged myself because I knew the migraine was coming, but apparently it wasn't enough. I'm being stingy right now with my drugs because my current short-term health insurance has a crazy-high deductible so I'm paying for everything out of pocket. This Starbucks thing better pan out (or, for that matter, not) quickly so I can figure out what to do about insurance after my current thing stops at the end of September.


*People with serious, incurable diseases need not apply.

zip zap zop

My bathroom's been taken over* by these little annoying flying bugs that hang around the light and shower. You'd think they'd be more interested in the dirty dishes in my sink, but no, they seem to like the bathroom. I got fly paper and it's helping some but I don't think the flies are actually attracted to it so much as they accidentally run into it, so a number are still zipping around. I need to do the cleaning service thing again, anyway. My apartment is bad and embarrassing again. My friend I've known since first grade and his new woman helped me carry in my groceries last night (they were my surprise plans) and I couldn't believe I allowed them past my front door. I'm such a fucking pig. I also did something unbelievably stupid and left my car with the flashers on and the windows down in the driveway thing by my front door for several hours. I parked it there "temporarily" to make taking in the groceries easier, then got distracted by company and trying to get ready to go out while they waited and my dog barked his brains out, and completely forgot about the car until we left the bar and started walking back. By some miracle, my car was exactly how and where I'd left it without a ticket or angry neighbors. The second miracle occurred when there was a parking spot within a block so I didn't get stuck driving around drunk enough that I didn't want to be driving around.

Today was my acting improv class. Last one of the first session. We had a sub again (we've had subs as often as we've had our regular teacher) and I was completely exhausted coming in, but it turned out to be a great class. At the very end (and running almost an hour longer than the scheduled class ending time) we did some actual scenes. I have to say, I'm a huge fan of improvising but not trying to make it funny. It's like writing with instant-gratification, or playing pretend as a grown-up. I even did a two-person scene with BB in which he wasn't completely clueless/horrific. He listened and we were able to play off eachother. Actually, the whole non-comedic improvising thing reminded me a lot of the thing I actually enjoyed with the phone sex job**. You get to make shit up and it's all sink or swim and you get to completely explore yourself as a different person.

After class I went for food with just a small handful of classmates. SUC had to go to work, but Mr. Aluminum, The Model, and another female from the class were all going to some concert later so we stopped for food first. I'd like to point out how this whole code-naming thing really lends itself well to labeling people. I'm boiling all these people down to just what they do for a living for name convenience sake, though I suppose it's better to be "The Model" than, say, "BB." The female without an obvious code-name told a fabulous story about why she's no longer a vegetarian. Basically, she was scuba diving and looking at all the beautiful fish and coral and everything when a red snapper (I hope I have that right) swam by and her most basic gut instinct was "Mmmm...that looks delicious!" She told the story better, but I think it's fantastic. Maybe I'll call her "FF" from now on for "Fish Food." That will have to do unless she requests otherwise (she asked for my blog address, so theoretically she could demand a different name). Anyway, it was a great group to go out with. A lot of the others in the class are fun, but this particular bunch is all people who listen and seem to actually pay attention to one another. Maybe it's just that they're on the older end of the class spectrum (meaning not late teens and early 20s...I was the baby of the bunch at 24, and I think Mr. Aluminum was the oldest at the ancient age of 42). Maybe the heat and humidity just had us all toned down. Whatever it was, it was lovely.

Him is picking me up tomorrow morning at 8 AM to move my grandfather's couch to Him's apartment. The logistics and everything of moving this stupid couch served as a bit of a catalyst for me to blow up at Him over his being clingy and needy lately. Perhaps I'm a terrible horrible person/friend for not being there 100% for him during his "hour of need," but holy shit, I am a person who needs space and has trouble saying "no" to favor-seeking friends if I'm physically capable of doing said favor. I've gotten much better since high school, but I still end up feeling some combination of strangled and taken advantage of (college friends may recall this coming to a head with my car freshman year), particularly when I feel someone is monopolizing my time. It's taken me a number of days to actually unwind and unravel enough to put things back into perspective and remember that I'm not actually a hermit or a bitch sufficiently to write about this in here. I also really don't want to hurt/piss off Him, since it's not that I hate him or think he's a terrible person or friend or anything. Situational frustration. Hopefully I haven't hurt/pissed him off too much in the last few days as now I'm happy to move on and be friends, particularly now that I can see and deal with what bothered me so much in the first place.

My dog is being weird and whiny and clingy and he hacked up a bunch of clear liquid shit earlier today. I need to call the vet, anyway, for annual shots and heartworm preventive refills. Dogs are expensive. I need a job.


*I exaggerate. No swarm or anything. There's a handful of them and they are very annoying.
**If you don't know what I'm talking about here, ask. I'm not going into it now.

pudding

A little bit drunk and chocolate pudding is the greatest thing ever. EVER. EVER!!!

Quality time with quality people

Last night I went to a random martini bar by E's house. It's nice that the Token Female Friend thing is mutual. We have fun. We rant. We drink girly drinks and complain about boys. It's quality.

Then this morning (I was actually on the El before 8:30 AM) I went for coffee with a friend from high school I hadn't seen in at least six years. It's nice when people you liked before change and grow up into people you like still/again.

I'm in cracked-out manic mode. I slept like 5 hours last night and didn't nap today but I drank about 2-3 cups of coffee in the morning and I'm still all squirrelly. Ooh, and the phone just rang with plans. I am too popular for my own good.

Moldau-licious

The Moldau (just the first section/theme) is in my head like it should be playing as the background music to a montage of great changes to come in my near future.

It still baffles me that some (maybe even most) people don't have constant soundtracks in their heads.

I drink alone

Right now, I'm drinking alone. I'm out of juice (I need to go to the grocery store) but was craving it badly. The closest thing in my fridge were these Peels things I got because I liked the idea of real juice with booze in it. The strawberry passion fruit flavor still tastes like fake wine cooler, but it's juicy enough to satisfy my craving. So I drink alone.

That's it, I'm buying flypaper.

A fly went by

I don't know why I ever bothered trying to buy toys and things for my dog, all he ever needed was a fly on the loose. Hours of entertainment. It's kind of amazing. Back and forth and back and forth and jumpig and biting and growling. I'd kill it, but I don't want to take away the dog's play thing.

shine on

Thursday morning I'm meeting a friend I haven't seen or heard from since high school for coffee. Crazy. MySpace is very good for things like that. He found me.

I am a person who needs space. I realize this more and more. I like social stuff, but it wears me out and then I need quite alone time to recover. When you're being social you have to watch what you say and do. I much prefer to be able to drink from the orange juice carton and not have to monitor what I think and feel for fear it might hurt/offend someone. Maybe that's selfish, but I prefer selfish and honest to fake and shiny.

weekend

BB’s not understanding my less than subtle “I AM NOT INTERESTED” cues makes more sense now that I see how completely oblivious he is to other people’s social and emotional states of being. We did more stuff that required mirroring things like “happy” and “sad” and he just can’t do it. It’s like he doesn’t bother to listen and just chooses what he’s going to do at random. Fucking annoying.

After my class on Saturday I went to see an apartment for my New Best Friend (NBF). I’ve never actually met NBF, but he’s the long-time friend of Birdie’s older sister and lived with them for awhile and is moving to Chicago to go to law school so Birdie offered my services as a Chicagoan and I’ve made his apartment a sort of project for myself. The apartment was quite nice and actually reminded me a lot of my own only half a block from park and beach on the lakefront and a whole lot cheaper, but it’s in East Rogers Park, which is way the hell north (almost to Skokie) and is still a bit gritty for a little blonde girl to run around with her dog at night. Like the beach and park thing is gorgeous, but the benches are all taken by homeless people, even on a Saturday afternoon. I’m reasonably “street savvy” and know how to handle all of the “Hey sweetie, over here” comments (the polite ignore), but I’d rather not have to do that constantly every time I want to walk my dog. Not to mention my dog might try to attack them, which wouldn’t be very nice at all.

I spent a long time on Friday and Sunday at my parents’ house trying to fix their stupid computer. It was completely infected with spyware to the point that we ended up having to reinstall the entire operating system. Many, many hours on the phone with tech support.
My friend I’ve known since 1st grade (we’ll call him “Red” for now) came over for dinner Friday night. I cooked, since my parents were just getting back from their cute vacation together on the east coast. They make me a little bit want to throw up with how cute they are sometimes. Not that I’m complaining…I appreciate having parents with a happy marriage, but still, very high puke factor. After dinner, Red and I went to the only bar in my parents’ suburb. It was unbelievably lame, but nice to hang out with him. Then Sunday night Him came with me out to the parents’ and hung out and ate dinner and played poker with my family. He’s very much like another sibling. It’s weird. My sister was saying how, even though she hadn’t seen Him for like 7 years it just felt like another brother was around. I spent much of the time on the computer and phone fixing the fucking spyware shit, but I wasn’t too concerned about Him feeling awkward being left to fend for himself with my parents.

I had a job interview today that went very well, and while I don’t want to jinx things, I’m pretty sure I’ll be a barrista by August. Splendid.

I haven’t seen E in forever. I should call her, but she has a job now, so perhaps this weekend…

Yeesh. I am very tired all of the sudden. Food coma, I guess.

Seven Singing Samurai Tour a College

Just watched what might be the greatest movie I've ever seen: Seven Samurai. Holy shit. Were it not over 3 hours long and the kind of thing I tend to like a whole lot better than my friends*, I'd tell you to watch it right now.

Did the Nameless College tour and interview today. They don't have dorms so much as gorgeous spacious apartments with views of Grant Park and the lakefront. Too bad I have the dog and no desire to live with kids younger than my former campers in alcohol-free buildings. Otherwise, the interview really only answered one of my questions (who I should get to write my recommendation) as everything else needs to be answered by either a "transcript transfer evaluator" or someone who knows the creative non-fiction department. I already left voice mails for those people, but perhaps I'll email them tomorrow if I don't hear anything. Nameless is big on teaching a craft instead of general mental masturbation. My former four-year institution was a mental-masturbation vat. It's what I thought I wanted seven years ago, and I'm glad I got some of that, but four years of it was just too much. I needed a reason to be writing yet another 12 page paper on something completely irrelevant besides "to get credit for the class." Nameless seems much more focused on teaching you how to do and market your art in a real-world setting. How refreshing.

I'm feeling much better today than I felt yesterday, though I was pretty worn out by the time I got home around 3 and never quite recovered, even after a two hour nap and a roast beef sandwich from the place I like by my el stop. I also made a pit stop at the big huge amazing main branch of the Chicago Public Library. That place is incredible and beautiful and amazing. They have a whole section of librettos to musicals that I'd been meaning to check out. I think having Seussical stuck in my head for a week was sufficient inspiration, especially since I still very much want to write a musical. There are a few ideas still floating around in my head, but the one that I think I'd have the easiest time both actually writing and eventually selling required me to find The Music Man libretto, which I did. So Personwithwhomistillintendtowriteamusicalthatdoesntcompletelysuck: it's coming.

I still taste like the onions that were on my sandwich at lunch. Stupid onions.

*Than my friends like it. Not that I like the movie better than I like you, though that's probably also true because you smell.

meat

There isn't enough red meat in this world to keep me from getting anemic. Thank you to Him for bringing me a double cheeseburger in my hour of need. I was pretty useless/flaky/pathetic. The head's doing better but the uterus continues to misbehave. Hopefully it will have calmed down by my tour and interview tomorrow. I should really write down my bazillion questions so I don't forget to ask any of them. I will do that now.

Two against one

So much pain...the uterus and the brain are alternately kicking my ass. Computer screen is too bright for me to look at much now. Earlier when it was mostly the uterus doing the kicking I was actually quite productive, making a number of phone calls and scheduling an interview and tour for tomorrow at Nameless College. At least the dog has been really good and sweet. I just made and drank some coffee to try to cut through the unbearableness of the current wave of brain pressure, but I'm guesing the weather's about to break and that's what's making it so bad. Kind of funny in a doesn't feel funny right now but would be funny from any other perspective: I'm writing this almost completely without looking at the computer. I'm stitting here with my hed turned the other way. It just hurts too much to look at the screen but not blogging right now isn't the obviously better option. Coffee's going to piss off the uterus more, but anything for a little quiet from the head. Stupid stupid body. Maybe I can read. I'm just sick of sleeping and staring at the wall. The wall is boring. I need to hang up my artwork or something.

Baaaaaby Beluuuuuuga

Sing it, Raffi!
Baby beluga born at Shedd!


Let's hope he makes it, as he's pretty damn cute.

hatehatehate

Stupid weather + time of the month. Ouchy. Again. Been pretty useless today. Crazy dreams. You probably showed up in them at some point or other. I hate this.

Note to self

When you’re too tired to go out, don’t. You end up making lousy company.

long days

Yesterday, I was the Pie Fairy. I made three beautiful strueberry-blawberry pies and then drove them to both of my cousins who now live in Chicago and saved the third to give to Him when I return his drill. My one cousin and cousin-in-law who just moved here have and absolutely gorgeous incredible place. It's kind of ridiculous, especially considering right now neither of them are making much money, but I guess he used to be an investment banker so they probably still have a bit of savings.

Last night was fun. It's always nice when my sister and I are able to get along and have fun together. She no longer likes my dog because he nipped her elbow last weekend when she was in "his" spot, so she made me lock him up the whole time she was around. I wish he could be as sweet for everyone else as he is for me, but sister unfortunately trumps dog so he spent the night in his crate in the kitchen and she spent the night taking up 3/4 of my bed.
Weirdest thing of the night: at one of the bars, a bunch of people came in handing out McDonalds coupons and pseudo-vintage t-shirts with Mayor McCheese on them taking pictures and video of us young partying folk. I've seen people do that sort of promotional thing at bars before for, say, an alcoholic beverage, but McDonalds? Sorry, still not "lovin' it."

This morning we were both randomly wide awake by 10 AM and went to Ann Sathers for breakfast. Much deliciousness followed. Then I threw her out and showered and headed to my improv class. I had a Sliding Doors moment when, after taking the stairs up to the platform two at a time and running my little brains out, the El doors closed before I could get a hand or foot in to stop them. My banging did no good as it drove off. Very annoying.

Class itself was much fun, though the last exercise we did proved the suckiness of some of my classmates. The instructions were simple: two people per scene, one starts off as the cab driver and sets some sort of persona (sad person, angry person, ditzy person, or whatever), the other then enters the scene as the passenger and mirrors the driver's persona. The point of the exercise was to be able to give take cues to and from others and mimic personalities. Now I'm not some great brilliant improviser and I don't expect my classmates to be, either, but if the person being the driver is acting obviously sad, you should not then take on your own random angry personality because that is what you feel like doing. The point is to listen and copy. Three of my nine classmates just reacted as some random character. BB was the worst, taking on the exact opposite persona of his "driver." Our instructor actually stopped him, suggested that he look and see the driver's body language and listen to how happy-go-lucky and bubbly she was being, and then had them continue the scene. BB didn't change a single thing. Dumbass. After class as I was listening to my voice mail he kept saying (pretend to himself) "Ugh, it's so frustrating. I'm so torn." When I didn't take the bait and ask what was so frustrating he continued anyway, "I can't decide if I should sign up for the next session since I already know I have to miss the first class and I'd hate to miss the first class." I continued ignoring the bait, so he continued adding more to the cornily metaphoric hook. "I mean, I guess I already know the other classmates, but it's a new teacher."
"Yup," was the most he got out of me. I don't like worms*. So he went and found another classmate and started the same exact dance over again! "Ugh, it's so frustrating."
I feel bad, since it's not like he's a terrible person or anything (as far as I can tell) but he's completely oblivious and I fucking hate that.

Seven of the ten people in my class (of the three who didn't come, one's the homophobic kid who spends most of his time complaining about "Emos," one lives in Michigan and has been terrified of missing her train ever since she got stuck in Kalamazoo a few weeks ago, and BB went home at the last minute) ended up going out to eat at this shmancy Mexicanesque place. It was fun but I spent too much money. Oh well.

Ran home to walk the dog with just enough time to run back out to go see Seussical with my cousin and cousin-in-law (yay comp tickets). After waiting a solid 30 minutes for the bus from my El stop to the theatre, I hailed a cab with minutes until the thing was supposed to start and put the $7 on my credit card since I'd blown my cash at dinner. I justify spending the money by reminding myself I didn't have to pay anything for the tickets. I ended up liking Seussical way more than I expected to. It was lots of fun, the music was catchy, and there were some excellent people playing most of the leads. The costumes and stage design alone were worth the $7 cab fare.

All in all, good times, spent too much money, need to be asleep now.


*Bad joke on the bait metaphor. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Drunk and with the sister. Weird but entertaining. Yay entertaining.

don't panic

I was just cleaning out my fridge and went into panic attack mode. Haven't done that in ages. It's very strange. I'm out of paper towels and didn't realize it so I had to use a sponge (sponges tend to freak me out with the spreading around dirt thang) and something about the sponge and the ickiness of the bottom of my fridge and its proximity to my food set me off. I'm not full-fledged hyperventilating or anything, but still. Fucked up.

A goodly portion of my bestest college buds are all sharing a room at a wedding this weekend. Not being invited to the wedding made perfect sense as it'd been like two years since last I'd seen or communicated with this couple and even then we weren't that close, but I am a little jealous of everybody getting to see eachother under positive circumstances. Then again, three of the five people sharing the room made up a rather dramatic love triangle a few years back and I've seen all but one of them in the last month, so perhaps it's better that I'm not there.

My sister and I are going out tonight and she's spending the night here, so I need to finish tidying up so she doesn't yell at me too loudly. Would help if the panic thing quieted down a bit first...

Master of Introductions

"There are masters, there are champions. Welcome to Master of Champions!"
That was the actual introduction to the ABC show. Had to share.

long survey thing I got from E

Time Started: 2:43 PM
Full Name: Annabell Jo Singer*
Single or Taken: single
Happy about that?: sometimes
Sex: female
*FAVORITES*
Kind of pants: pajama
Number: 13
Animal: lizard
Drink: tequila sunrise
Month: May-ish
Juice: pine-orange banana
Breakfast: Egg McMuffin (yes, I know it's gross)
Favorite cartoon character: Beast or Tarzan
*Have You Ever...*
Have you ever given anyone a bath? probably
Smoked? pot, only twice ever
Make yourself throw-up? not on purpose, but yes
Gone skinny dipping: no
Eaten a dog: NO! But I've probably ingested enough fur to make an entire dog
Put your tongue on a frozen pole? no. poles are dirty.
Loved someone so much it made you cry? yes
Broken a bone: no
Played truth or dare: yes
Been in a physical fight: I used to wrestle
Been in a police car: no
Been on a plane: yes
Came close to dying: yes
Been in a hot tub: yes
Swam in the ocean: yes
Fallen asleep in school: so many times
Ran away: only to the space between the couch and the window
Broken someone's heart: yes
Cried when someone died: yes
Cried in school: yes. got me teased for years.
Fell off your chair: yes
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: no
Saved AIM conversations: not in years, but yes
Saved e-mails: I save all my emails. Yahoo has lots of storage space.
Made out with JUST a friend? yes
Used someone? yes
*What is...*
Your good luck charm? I used to carry around a jack of hearts and an Uno wild card I found on the street, but my wallet got stolen.
New fav. song? How new? Hey There Delilah, perhaps
What's your room like? filled with crap
Last thing you ate: Home Run Inn frozen four cheese pizza (I'm eating it RIGHT NOW)
What kind of shampoo do you use? John Frieda Sheer Blonde Volumizing
*Did you ever get..?*
Chicken pox: still have a scar
Sore Throat: yes
Stitches: no
Broken nose: no
*Do you.*
Like picnics? yes
Like school: not usually
*Who*

was the last person that called you? my sister

makes you smile the most out of your friends? many of them at different times in different ways.
Did you last yell at?: my sister
Last broke your heart: Sunny's family at the funeral.
Who's your loudest friend? Maybe Sunny and Birdie when they're together
Do you like filling these out? yes
Do you like yourself? yes
Do you get along with your family: usually
*Are You...*
Obsessive? yes
Compulsive? yes
*Final Questions*
What are you listening to right now? music in my head
What did you do yesterday? slept a lot and then went to my parents' house for dinner
Hated someone in your family? yes, but I also love them
Gotten any awards?: yes...violin, academics, and even 2nd grade t-ball...
Want to get married? probably
Good Driver: I'm a good driver in Chicago and a bad driver elsewhere because I continue to drive like I'm on Chicago. I've also learned to parallel park in spaces the exact same length as my car.
Have a lava lamp: no
How many remote controls are in your house? 2 or 3
Are you double jointed? no
What do you dream about? I could keep an entire blog of my dreamlife
Scary or Funny movies: funny
Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate
Rootbeer or Dr. Pepper: cream soda
Skiing or Boarding: skiing, but cross-country
Summer or winter: summer
Silver or Gold: silver
Diamond or pearl: diamond
Sprite or 7up: Sprite
Coffee or tea: Coffee
Phone or in person: both
Indoor or outdoor: both
*Today did you...*
1. Talk to someone you liked: does the dog count?
2. Bought something: an Egg McMuffin
3. Get sick: no
4. Sing: yes
*Last person who....*
10. Slept in your bed: me
11. Saw/heard you cry: My mom
12. Made you cry: Sunny's family (with good reason)
13. Went to the movies with: My parents and Him
14. You went to the mall with: I can't even remember the last time I went to a mall
15. Said "I Love You" ? My mom
16. Ever been in a fight with your pet? constantly
17. Been to Vegas? no
18. Been to Mexico? years ago for a few hours
19. Been to Canada: yes
21. Do you have a crush on someone right now? Still more of a "person of interest" than a crush.
22. What book are you reading now: The Portable Dorothy Parker and Three By Annie Dillard
23. Best feeling in the world: hopefulness
24: Worst feeling in the world? loneliness
25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: I sleep with my dog, so if he eats a lot before bed, you could say so
26. What's under your bed: it rests on the floor
27. Favorite sport to watch: live: baseball, on TV: professional wrestling
28. Favorite Locations? The area right outside the ballroom at the end of Navy Pier at night, Interlochen, the aquarium, my bed
29. Piercing/Tattoos: 2/0
30. What are you most scared of right now: death
31. Who do you really hate? stupid people
32. Do you have a job: NO
33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with: John Stewart is bound to leave his wife one of these days...
35. Have you ever cried? are you kidding me?
36. Are you lonely right now: no
38. Song that's stuck in your head right now: Before that last question: AC/DC's Dirty Deeds, after that last question: Are you Lonesome Tonight
39 Ever played strip poker? yes
42. Have you ever been on radio/TV? yes
43. Have you ever been in a mosh-pit: yes
44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?: yes
*Random*
Whats the first things you notice about the opposite sex? intelligence and smell
Your Favorite Food? steak
Do you smoke? no
Hair color? slightly reddish blonde
Are you too shy to ask someone out? Usually
Hugs or Kisses?: hugs
Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? butter and salted
Dogs or cats? dogs
Favorite Flower? roses. Yes, I know that's boring.
Have you ever fired a gun? squirt
Do you like to travel? yes
How many pillows do you sleep with? one
Who are you missing right now? so many people...stupid space-time continuum
Time You Finished This Survey: 3:29 PM