1) The sound of nails on a chalkboard evokes an immediate reflexive response in me: I instantly, and without thinking, put my fingertips in my mouth. It might make more sense to cover my ears, but you can’t argue with “natural tendency.” It must be evolution.
2) I am a consolidator. I cannot stand to have two half-empty bottles of the same thing, whether it be soy sauce or face wash or peanut butter. I will mix them together into one substance, and discard the empty vessel. Unless it’s a pretty glass jar. Then I will save it for something special, like someday when there’s a boy who gives me flowers. I’ll be ready. With my jar.
3) My least favorite serving dish is the olive boat. It makes me uncomfortable to casually pass around a dish in that shape. Am I incredibly juvenile? Probably. I can’t sing “where ox and ass are feeding” in church without snickering, either.
4) I check Seattle/Nashville Craigslist EVERY DAY for the following items: apartments, jobs, Mazda 3’s, elliptical trainers, Missed Connections. It does not matter that I don’t live in either of these places anymore/yet. It does not matter that I don’t have the money nor the need for a new car. It does not matter that I will not sign a lease for an apartment until I’ve seen it in person. It does not matter that I don’t have a home to put a mammoth item like an elliptical in. I like to keep my finger on the pulse of my cities.
And no. No one is looking for me on Missed Connections.
5) I vacillate between pursuing a career that I am passionate about, and pursuing a career that will provide me with the lifestyle that I want (which really means the ability to finance a wardrobe from Anthropologie and a hot yoga habit). And deep down, I’m afraid that I’m incapable of either.
6) I made up a word with the sole purpose of describing Sufjan Stevens’ music: “changley.” Too much changle. If you don’t know what I’m referring to, just listen to the one that goes, “Changl-ey, chaaaan – gaaaall – eeey / All things go, all things go.”
7) My favorite scene in movies is that point just past halfway where there’s some upbeat song playing, and all of the characters are progressing and growing and changing. No dialogue – just a montage of forward movement that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and makes me want to go run a marathon or learn how to cook a turkey or something.
If you have a blog, I think that you should do a similar entry to this: seven things. I’d love to know some underground, non-obvious facts about my friends!