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I am totally jealous! I've never been to Maine, although for a while in high school I thought that I wanted to move there.
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Sleep. Also, some ibuprofen before bed, and another when I wake up after a few hours, because I always sleep poorly when I go to bed drunk. Cursing the demon whiskey helps too.
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Not very, although occasionally I'm awkward enough to be amusing.
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I have not. It's disappointing how seldom life resembles porn.
I'm not totally sure when one would even come across a communal shower. Gyms? High school? High school gyms? I never took any gym classes in high school, and I avoid them now as well. (Too many mirrors and sweaty people.) -
Just some fond memories, although my companion bought a book of Native American myths. Oh, and there were some magnetic rocks from the gas station by the Grand Canyon. After I got back, though, I ordered one of the books I saw in one of the Grand Canyon shops.
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We took a sort of diagonal route, with an unplanned detour deep into Kansas because Kansas City was smarter than us. It's a route I would recommend, because there's all the greenland of the south that fades into the fields of the midwest and then right up into and through the mountains. It's a lot of what there is in this country.
We were on a pretty strict schedule--my friend had a train to catch on a certain day from Seattle--but we toured a winery in Missouri, and we stopped at the Corn Palace and Wall Drug in South Dakota. (I would recommend the Corn Palace but not Wall Drug.) We also stopped a lot in South Dakota to marvel at the Badlands, but most of the middle of the country really is just endless fields. Endless fields on fire, if you're accidentally in the middle of Kansas. -
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Yeah, if mostly in my head, because I don't want to be rude. Spelling errors bother me less than other things, though, unless the speller is one of my brothers or cousins doing that willfully poor teenage internet spelling thing. Kids, your browser has a spellcheck! Listen to it!
Secretly, the one that annoys me more than most any other grammar error is that no one seems to know the difference between "less" and "fewer". It makes me cringe every time and then fight with myself not to be pedantic. -
I stared at my closet for a while, thinking about this, and there are a few ways to answer.
Chronologically, the oldest is a vintage boys suit that Mike Whybark passed along to me that is just a bit too big.
The oldest that I wear is probably my dad's superbowl 1984 shirt that I stole sometime in the mid 90's. It looks like something Urban Outfitters sells.
Of my own clothes, the oldest is the dress that I wore to homecoming in 1999, which is hilariously see through, but the oldest that I still wear is a shirt I bought about 10 years ago with a car on it that says "fast". It used to have rhinestones around the car, but those have mostly fallen off by now. -
I think that it is so, so funny to refer to the group of my friends that use Twitter all the time as "hashtag you guys" because everyone uses #youguys to refer to everyone there, which is just insanely in-jokey. It also isn't really that funny, so I usually just do it in my head.
My all-time favorite is still "tore up from the floor up" and I keep hoping that the kids these days will pick it up so that we can all pretend like it's 1998 again, driving to the beach in Bethany's red Sunfire, drag racing douchbags with no shirts. -
Once, when I was a wee slip of a girl, I won some sort of contest or raffle at a festival at my school. I only remember it because there was a girl prize and a boy prize. I don't remember what the girl prize was because I wanted the boy prize, which was a bunch of matchbox cars. I got it, which probably bummed out some little boy, but who cares because boys have cooties anyway.
Otherwise, I'm pretty sure that I haven't. I won a few writing awards when I was in school, though, which I guess proves that although I tend to be spectacularly unlucky I can sometimes muster up a tiny bit of talent. -
I've always said that I'll stop when I go gray, although I'm not sure how I'll know when that happens since, you know, my hair is dyed.
I'm sure it'll lose its appeal some day, but I have been dyeing my hair off and on since I was about 11. I like being a redhead, and everyone else seems to like me being a redhead, so for the foreseeable future anyway I imagine I will keep it. -
Chekhov's "Forty Stories". It's a range of stories from 1880 - 1903 in chronological order--so, most of his career--and it's interesting to watch his style evolve and refine itself.
I love Chekhov, because he writes as though the tiniest details are the most important things, and because his characters just can't stop themselves from saying too much. And every time I read him I realize new things about Raymond Carver, who I also love, and whose style was so deeply informed by Chekhov. I love how that influence and that dialogue still flows so tangibly across all of those years and all of that space. -
Ha, no, not really--I'm more of a sing-along kind of girl, so I don't do much singing without music playing. I totally would if I had a radio or something in the shower, though.
If I did sing in the shower, I would probably sing whatever was stuck in my head, which lately has been either "Bust a Move" or "Try a Little Tenderness". -
Why, did it work?
That's a trick question, isn't it? I mean, there isn't actually anything cuter than a bucket of puppies. -
I think that space is too giant to know what's out there, so it would be pretty arrogant to assume that we're all there is. Sometimes I think that our definition of "life" is too narrow, but then I can't figure out how we broaden it--how are we going to know what life looks like if it's not this?
I don't know about UFO's. I've never seen one, but how do I know that no one else has either? I think that there's too much we can't explain to dismiss things out of hand just because they sound kind of silly. -
The last time I did that it was because school was ending and I didn't have any other plans and the place I was living didn't feel like home, so moving 3,000 miles seemed as good an idea as any.
I get restless and talk about leaving a lot, but Seattle feels so much like home now that I can't imagine leaving. But I'd try somewhere else again if it didn't feel like home any more. -
Livejournal is for documenting my life and the things I'm thinking about. Tumblr is where I keep things from other places that I want to remember or that make me happy--cute animals, people in love, stories that remind me about how big and beautiful and scary and amazing the world can be.
I also use it to keep track of things I want to write about later--I just wrote about mithriditization not too long ago, for example. -
Not that I know of, although it's always possible that I'm a savant at something and just haven't found my outlet. I was always one of those goofy kids that wasn't good at much and messed everything up, and it's sort of the road I'm still following as an adult. I don't even have any good stupid human tricks like popping out my eyeball or doing impressions or anything.
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