1. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I didn’t have any high hopes and dreams, but I do remember having a vague thought of wanting to be a photographer before I really knew anything about it. When I was a little older I wanted to be an athletic trainer or a physical therapist. So that’s more along the lines of what I actually ended up doing.
2. Name 3 of your irrational fears.
The only thing that I know for sure that I’m irrationally afraid of is touching live shrimp. That, and having a roach crawl on me in bed. I have experienced both, and both caused me to have mini-breakdowns. The fears are irrational because shrimp and roaches can’t do anything to me other than creep me out.
3. If you had a $200 gift card to any store, what would you want it to be? (Nothing responsible allowed. Can’t be used for groceries or anything)
If it’s only $200 I’d love to have a gift card to somewhere like Ross where I could get a decent amount of new clothes, because that’s something I never buy for myself. OR a place like Crate & Barrel or Williams Sonoma would be nice. Ooh Ooh OR to Sephora, THAT would be awesome.
4. What is your most (blog-friendly) embarrassing moment?
I have one specific most embarrassing moment, and it was bad. It’s not something that I would write about here. But I do have a runner-up. I was taking computer lit in summer school (to get ahead) in junior high. The class wasn’t in my school, so I wasn’t used to the layout. After class one day I went to the bathroom. I was in the stall doing my thing when a bunch of boys walked in. That was my first clue that I was in the wrong bathroom. So I did what anyone would do; I stood on top of the toilet so my feet wouldn’t give me away. I waited there until I didn’t hear any more noise at all, then I crept out. To my shock and horror, there was a boy directly in front of me using the urinal. That was my second clue that I was in the wrong bathroom. Let me tell you, you’ve never seen anyone move faster than I did in that moment. Because when you’re in junior high, this is tantamount to the end of the world.
5. If you were only allowed to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would you choose?
I think cereal. I wonder how long I would last?
6. What was your favorite toy growing up?
I had a teddy bear named Meisha that I was extremely attached to. I couldn’t fall asleep without her. My brothers liked to torture me by using her as a football, and she lost an eye and an arm that way, which my mother lovingly repaired. One year I took her to camp, and when it was time to pack up for home I rolled her up in my sleeping bag. My dad forgot to load my sleeping bag in our car, and I didn’t notice until we got home that it was missing. I was heartbroken. My mom actually contacted every child’s family that she could from that week of camp hoping that one of them had it. But Meisha was gone, never to be seen again. Sad.
7. Do you have a “go to” outfit? What is it?
I feel really good in a nice pair of jeans, brown heels, and a cream colored, short-sleeved tunic sweater.
8. Who was the best teacher you ever had?
Oh gosh, I don’t know. I don’t think I really started appreciating my teachers until high school. I had a really awesome teacher for statistics, because I actually enjoyed that class and scored a 4 on the AP test, which ended up placing me out of math classes for the rest of my life. My junior year English teacher was the one who really taught me to write a good essay. And my senior year English teacher made me appreciate books on an entirely new level, and I made a 5 on that year’s AP test which I am still proud of.
9. If you could buy any car right now (something at least SORT OF within the realm of reality…so, you know, a Rolls Royce may not qualify), what would it be?
I want a Prius so bad. I’m all for hybrids (even though I know they won’t save me money), and the Prius is so cute and functional.
10. How do you reckon that Chelsea comes up with 10 of these questions every week? It was hard! What’s your theory on how she’s so creative? Are you going to help her?
Chelsea must have some kind of creative gene that I lack. I may take a shot at coming up with ten questions one of these days, but not until this NaBloPoMo thing is over with!
