angelchicken | Me! Me! I'm a sheep! See: Baaaaaa

You know, I just took a nap, and before I fell asleep I thought of, like, a dozen things, and now that I am awake I remember none of them. *le sigh*. So I start anew:

1) One of my favorite things about going to the symphony - which I rarely do, unfortunately - is watching the violin bows moving in sync. I find it aesthetically pleasing as well as incredible that 20 people (or however many there happen to be) are all playing in such harmony that they can move that specifically.

2) The same goes for dance. I love and adore watching good dancers dance. This is a big part of the reason I love musicals. The way people can move their bodies just astounds me. Riverdance? Blew my mind.

3) I love powerful classical music (I use the term classical very loosely, by the way. Basically music that can be played by a symphony as opposed to music from the classical period) and while I can't remember the terms, pieces with a lot of variety to them move me like no other music. The crescendo from Peer Gynt Suite No. 1, Op. 46: In The Hall Of The Mountain King is about the most perfect piece of music ever. Well, the whole piece. I just adore it.

4) I fall in love painfully easily, and out of love just as fast.

5) In my bedside table I have a list of personal goals that I sometime hope to accomplish. They aren't one-off things, either, but things that will take months or even years to accomplish. One of those things is learning to play the violin (OMG so jealous of

queenofdenile!!!)

6) I love to dance. Not go dancing, though I like that, too, but just dance in general. When I'm at work and asking for an opinion, I will boogie a bit while waiting for the QA to look at the stone. Or when I'm listening to my headphones while at my 'scope, I will chair dance. Last night, as I left the restaurant, I danced to the music, baby. If I hear music, I want to dance to it. I will dance walking down the street by myself, or force others to dance with me. I think this stems from my childhood; after dinner my family would occasionally throw on old LPs and the five of us would dance together. It is one of my happiest childhood memories.

7) I didn't speak for the first six weeks of first grade because I was so shy. Yeah. it boggles me, too.

8) As far as specific content, I don't remember much from my psych degree. But as far as application, I use things I learned all the freaking time. It's pretty subconscious, I think.

9) I will always consider myself from Chicago. It's my city. It's my home. But I've lived out of Chicago longer than I've lived there. ! (I was 14 when I went to boarding school, I'm 29 now).

10) I am very happy with who I am. I am in a place where I am good with my job/looks/ money (well...) and everything. I am very happy to be me. But I still don't understand why anyone would want to date me. Or even hang out with me. I think I am probably annoying to most people. (not fishing, I promise. Just stating the facts, ma'am).

11) I haven't shaved my thighs in years. And if I hadn't started shaving when I was 13 because I wanted to be a grown-up, I probably wouldn't need to shave my legs at all. I just have no hair on my legs above my knees. It's convenient. I do wax my upper lip and eyebrows, though. That is very unpleasant. OW!

12) I'm good at my job. Maybe not the best, but really damn good. Better than most.

13) My job isn't going to change the world or save lives or anything, but it saved me.

14) I want a taco.

15) I want to have a life and be crazy social, but I am usually happiest staying in.

16) I am still traumatized from the time I got my hair cut boyshort when I was ten, even though I look at pictures now and know that it was pretty. I love my long hair!

17) I love the soreness that comes from exercise or, uh, sex. The good hurt. And the pinging feeling of muscles mending after a good rollerblade or walk.

18) I have a huge oral fixation. Enormous! In school I would chew pens, at work I am constantly chomping gum, before gum there were mints and cigarettes. And when there is no gum, cigs, mints or food/drink, I am playing with my mouth. Does this mean I was breast fed too long, or not long enough? That's one of the content things I can't remember from psych.

19) If I need something (clothes, accessories, etc.) - like need to get it asap - and there is nothing I really like, I will get the ugliest thing I can find. It's how I ended up with my lime green knit bag. I got it in Las Vegas, like, six years ago. I wanted black, they didn't have it, I went with neon.

20) I think all of the style and taste from my grandmother and mom bypassed me and went to Jenny, the interior designer. So whenever I shop (when not buying the ugly things) I constantly think "Would Mom and/or Jenny get this?" And If I don't think they'd like it I won't get it. Even if it's something they'll never see.

Yeesh, that was hard. But fun. And now I must play more Peer Gynt and air conduct! And maybe the cable guy will show up soon. *crosses fingers*