Ok, so about half of the people who follow my blog have already done this, so you know the drill.
If you really knew me:
You'd know that lemonheads are my absolute favorite candy. Have been for as long as I can remember. I'll eat them til my teeth hurt. I just ate a couple right now, as a matter of fact.
You'd know that I have an incredibly corny sense of humor. I think I inherited it from my mom and grandpa. I get a kick out of the silliest things. I can spend minutes giggling uncontrollably over things that no one else finds funny.
I love love love the movie Mean Girls. I can quote almost every line and apply said quotes to almost any real life situation.
I hate the word slacks.
My socks never match. Who even has the time to find each pair and roll them up together?
I have a terrible habit of picking at my split ends. I don't know when it came about but it's been awful for my hair. It's an obsessive habit and I don't know how to stop.
I love owls. I taught the one-year-old I babysit to say "owl." I don't know when I was first drawn to them... maybe around my senior year of high school. But I do love anything owl and people give them to me as gifts quite frequently. (For some reason, people also give me elephants, so I have an elephant collection as well. Which is cool. I like elephants.)
Even though I moved to Chicago to try something completely new and different and try life in the big city - and I'm glad I did - I get incredibly lonely sometimes and wonder if I made the right choice.
When I'm sad, I'll watch sad movies or listen to sad songs. Rather than watch or listen to something that will cheer me up, I put on something sad so that I have an excuse to cry and can pretend that I'm crying because I want Noah and Allie to end up happily ever after, and not because of my own life.
I don't know how to ride a bike. Well that's not true. I understand the concept of riding a bike. I just can't do it. I just can't keep pedaling and I always tip over.
I love eggnog. When I was younger my dad used to buy me a jug the first time he saw it at the store. The concept of someone not liking eggnog was baffling to me for the longest time. For the past 2 or 3 years I've had a tradition of drinking eggnog with SoCo while carving pumpkins.
Although I'm extremely independent and need my space, when I fall for someone, I fall hard. All of my past relationships have had a huge impact on me, and I have learned from each one of them. I don't regret any of them, nor do I wish I was still with any of them.
Sometimes I think in a British accent.