From Merriam-Webster.com:
Death -
1. a permanent cessation of all vital functions : the end of life
2. the cause or occasion of loss of life

So, no. I don't believe in oxymora.

My mom didn't want to name me after anyone she knew, even remotely.
She thought if she named me the name of any person she had ever known or met then she'd unconsciously associate their physical and mental characteristics (and personality) with me, and then that'd create some weird expectations of me in her mind.
She liked "Ashley Nicole" for awhile.
Then, a month or so before I was born, a relative of mine had a daughter and named her Ashley.
So she gave birth to me with no first name in mind.
Finally, the hospital workers told her that she had to name me.
She picked a name she'd never known anyone by at random.
And thus, I am Heather.

She had this same issue with my brother which is why she let me, at three years old, name my brother.
His name? Jett Allen. I chose the spelling and all.
I wanted to be a pilot when I was younger and really had a one track mind.

Everything bagel + cream cheese.
(Normally I opt for greek yogurt or oatmeal. Today was special.)

Not including airports or the US, two.
(India and Turkey).
I'll add France, Belgium, Hungary, and the Netherlands this summer for sure though.
(And possibly more, since I'll be loafing around Europe for some time.)

Librarian.

99 bananas. Peppermint schnapps. Peach schnapps. Butterscotch schnapps.
I hope alcohols count.

MC Hammer.
I'm 100% serious.
I had a thing for gold lamé from a very young age.
(look at this dreamboat: http://dft.ba/:heP )

Naw.

Book: Ulysses. I've never read it, but I assume there's enough packed into its pages that I could spend the rest of my life mulling it over.

Movie: I'm a Cyborg but that's Okay. It is one of the most beautiful movies I have ever watched. It's cute (unlike my TV show and Book, for the most part) and funny. Plus, I might be able to pick up a little Korean.

TV show: Dr. Who. I mean, there have already been 31 seasons and over 800 episodes. Not to mention, Dr. Who is unfathomably awesome. Really, if the proposed circumstances ever became a reality and I could only have one tv show, one movie, and one book to enjoy for the rest of my life, this is where I'd spend most of my time.

I don't believe in talent.

I'd rather wake up early, but I have an irritating habit of sleeping late.

I'm going to retire to Belgium or India and open a restaurant.

EVAN LYSACEK. Maybe. He's overrated, at least.

When I landed in Istanbul, I lost half of my money.
Then every single money exchange location claimed not to do traveler's checks.
When I finally found one that did, they told me that all my checks were fraudulent. I asked why and they said "I don't know, call your government."
(What really happened: bitches were too lazy to do traveler's checks).
After FOREVER, I got someone to run a check so I had enough to pay for the shuttle to the hostel.
I was super miserable. India was hot and sunny and colorful and fantastic. All I had seen from Istanbul was cloudy skies, rain, and straight up rudeness.

HOWEVER
I ended up LOVING Istanbul and would go back in a heartbeat.

I hate dishes the most, hands down.

I have a bunch of really creepy journals from HS and whatnot. I used to think I should trash them but now I am glad I didn't.
I'm not really opposed to throwing anything away though.

I KNOW, RIGHT?

Mark sent me flowers in the 5 years ago for Valentine's day. I am not personally a big flower person, but I've sent them to Chad and Higgins multiple times.

CLOSE THOSE BLINDS OMG NO QUESTION.
I AM NOT CREEPY.
Not only would I slam the blinds closed but I'd immediately do something to take my mind off of that invasion of privacy I just committed, like scratching my eyes out or going to the nearest circus.

There is so much wrong with this question.

First of all, he would be about two inches tall.

Secondly, under very few circumstances would I ever want to watch someone "enjoying themselves." This would be NEVER if porn was involved and since this man is just chilling in a hotel I assume he is watching some porn. Vomit.

Third, the chances of a MAN I find ATTRACTIVE just masturbating away in my line of vision are so small that it is like asking me if I was just chilling on the moon. I can appreciate just male physical beauty sometimes I guess but really before I am attracted to anyone I have to know something about them. Especially if they are a man. The only thing I know about this homeboy is that he likes crankin' it, probably to trashy hotel porn. DNW.

Lastly, I am not a sexual creeper.

If I really thought he was just so attractive I couldn't stand it, I'd just be an ultra creep and hang out in the lobby. I'd probably never speak to him. I'm a chicken.

Yogurt.