12 Completely Random Facts/Opinions About Me

I got tagged and since I so easily succumb to peer pressure here are 12 wonderful, juicy qualities about myself.  I thought it would be easier to do this here than on FB where this entire thing would take up everybody's news feed.  You're welcome.

1) I have a fear of geese, swans, etc. because when I was four I was trying to feed a goose and another one came behind me and bit me in the butt.  I cried. Hysterically.  Ever since then, I really hate large birds.

2) My three favorite flavors of anything are pumpkin, banana, and peanut butter. Not necessarily together (although banana and peanut butter together is amazing).

3) I argue passionately against the fact that Disney sells a Chewbacca backpack when Chewbacca was never carried in the movies... think about it: Yoda was carried by Luke so a backpack representing that makes sense.  C3PO was carried (in pieces) by Chewbacca but that is not something made or manufactured by Disney.  This needs to change.

4) I have high hopes of making my dad an internet star.

5) I make other people dare me to do things so I have an excuse to do stupid things.  Not very sound reasoning but soundness isn't really a necessity for excuses of stupidity.

6) I broke my foot jump roping.

7) I cried at the end of Armageddon and my whole family laughed at me (don't even ask how that has emotionally scarred me...probably worth a therapy session or two).

8) I'm a rock and roll girl to the core but I am not afraid to bust out any showtune or Disney song at any moment (except at a rock show).

9) I have a horrendous nail-biting habit.

10) I am a self-diagnosed hypochondriac.

11) I'm really clumsy (although my nimbleness has somewhat improved through the sports I've participated in) and have had numerous head injuries.  You know those monkeys that jumped on the bed?  That, children, is a precautionary tale, not a nursery rhyme.  DO NOT JUMP ON THE BED.

12) In my family, I have been dubbed the "funny one" although my dad tries to overshadow me to no avail.

Hometown Inglorious

As far as the whole 'keeping up with this blog' thing goes... I pretty much suck.  But in all honesty, nothing has really happened to me.  Well, nothing has really happened to me that I would share. Currently, I'm searching for a job and a place to live and slowly transitioning into the adult world, i.e. not living in my parent's house.  And that's not interesting AT ALL.

But going back to the living-with-my-parents bizz... I love my hometown and I will defend it to the very end if anyone ever tries to give me lip.  But upon my return, I'm reminded of why I left.  Suburgatory.  It's not completely awful.  I mean, we've got pretty much everything here from shops to food to other general amenities.  Besides the fact that I run into at least one person I knew in high school whenever I go out, I just can't live here anymore.  I view this town as the place where I grew up and with that come a million different memories both good and bad.  When I went to college, I wanted to escape those bad memories and make a fresh start where no one knew me and I could be someone who wasn't already fleshed-out by other people's opinions.  I made a great life for myself in college and had the privilege of knowing and interacting with many amazing people.

Coming home, I find myself back to square one, albeit a little more mature and further down the road education-wise.  It's not that I'm treated like a teenager; but everywhere I go I'm reminded of who I was when I was a teenager.  And I'm not overly fond of my teenage self. I was just....stuck.  Just there.  After being on my own for the past five years, I find it difficult to transition back here.  I feel backwards.  I don't do regression.  While there are people here who are my age, I just don't fit in with them.  Maybe some people don't feel this way about their hometowns.  Maybe their hometowns are amazing!  Stars Hollow anyone?  It may just be me and my melodramatic self but I'm ready for a change and I'm ready to move on.

-Mossmonster

Because my cat doesn't care...

I feel like every time I start a new blog I always preface it with a "I hope I write in this blog more than I did the last one" and every time I never do.  But, alas, I refuse to believe that I will do so for this blog mostly because I'm in a place in my life where I don't have any other outlet for unleashing my thoughts.  Meaning, I'm bored and lonely. And rather than talking to my cats who mainly stare at me and just walk away I will try to address an audience on the interwebs that will probably do the same thing.  My ramblings are borderline obnoxious and scatterbrained but humorous nonetheless.  I hope the few people who will read my blog will appreciate the tangential nature of my thoughts and the utter absurdity of my life.  Because, in all honesty, it is rather absurd.  Not like, Alice in Wonderland absurd (thank heavens), but rather Ramona-Quimby-as-an-adult absurd.  Awkward and oh so entertaining.  So here's to the many more posts to come *knocks on wood*

-Mossmonster