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Friday, November 26, 2010

If you know me, you'll know.....

That country music inspires me. And that nothing anyone says can make me stop listening to it. Can't shame me out of it.

That I could talk incessantly about the Dark Tower series by Stephen King for weeks on end. Actually, I could talk about the entire Stephen King mythos for months at a time. I've only met one other person who could match my enthusiasm for it, and that's my dad, but I'm pretty sure he still thinks I'm kind of weird for how much I like it. And I'm okay with that.

That while I'm desperately in love with the Joss Whedon world, I've developed an unhealthy obsession with Grey's Anatomy. I love nurses. Doctors aren't my favorite. So WHY?!?!?!? Someone tell me why?!?!?!?! Thanks a lot for the start of hospital drama and comedy, stupid stupid scrubs.

That my blue fingernail polish is freaking me out badly. I think I'll repaint them red soon, because my itty bitty tiny rebellious side is quickly receding back into the background.

That my twins are amazing beautiful boys. They also drive me crazy, cry too much, smell funky a bunch throughout the day, listen to Taylor Swift quietly, and I love them with a fiery power no explosion could match.

That that last statement made my mind go into pervert zone. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???

That I enjoy Glee covers of songs more than the actual songs a lot.

That A Very Potter Musical is my favorite Youtube video series and that I consider its music wonderificus.

That "My 400-dollar-an-hour shrink says ... behind this rugged and confident exterior, I’m self destructive and self loathing to an almost pathological degree." I think this quote defines me about 50% of the time. Isn't that awful? It's true a lot of the time though. I'm not particularly proud of this, but it happens.

That my room is messy, horribly so.

That I am terminally afraid of horror movies.

That bagpipes and violins make my musical spirit soar.

That I want to be a nurse.

That I miss my (relatively) carefree days....and I feel incredibly guilty about that.

That I want to write more....and I'm going to try to. I promise.