I look forward to all the Seviervillians’ homemade tacos and couscous.
2. Ella Fitzgerald
3. The Beatles
5. John Mayer
6. John Legend
7. Alison Krauss
8. Joanna Newsom
9. Ellie Goulding
10. Bon Iver
When you’re a cocky jerk and I like it.
I hate that.
You can’t know what you’re going to want in the future.
You only know what you want right now.
The hardest thing to think about is something you want to want in the future, but can’t want right now.
But life doesn’t work that way; there isn’t a layaway shelf for five years from now, and you must choose what you will have for yourself right now. If it’s not there then, you should’ve gotten it sooner.
But I want to save something. Put it in a box, bury it, and reopen it when the time is right. I’m keeping it in my mind despite how much it contradicts everything I have and want right now. I’m gambling with time, and I know I’ll lose, but that isn’t going to keep me from trying.
1. Sleeping Beauty
2. A Little Princess
4. Brideshead Revisited
5. The Queen
6. Match Point
7. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
8. The King’s Speech
9. Donnie Darko
10. Paris When It Sizzles
Jag glömmer aldrig dina hemligheter
Det du är räddast för fast ingen vet det
Visst du kan rycka på axlarna, spela ball
Och fast du tycker du lyckats vet jag i alla fall
-I’m left handed
-I’m allergic to shellfish, cashews, and pistachios
-I have a giddy obsession with anything related to tea…tins, dresses, pots and cups, etc.
-I am fluent in German at the B1 level
-I’m learning Swedish, more and more every day!
-I have a dog named George (or Georgie as I call him)
-I will be spending the fall 2012-spring 2013 academic year in Germany studying marketing, management, and finance/interning at a Germany company.
-My heart belongs in Hönö Röd, Sweden. Sitting on the boulders next to the sea is the calmest and most at home I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
-Growing up I could never decide between being a ballerina, painter, or gardener. No one told me you can dance, paint, and garden all at once and still have another job.
-Right now my job is as a sales associate at Polo Ralph Lauren, but one day I want to own and manage a tea room.
1. A loving, honest support system, i.e. my family
2. Something to attain, a goal
3. Something to overcome, fight against, an obstacle
4. A problem that needs a solution
5. A sanctuary
Yes I’m still doing this.
Weird/Hidden talents I have.
Ok well I’m not like double jointed or able to burp on command or anything, but I can think of a few things a lot of people don’t know I can do.
I guess it’s so surprising to people that I play golf because I’m so NOT ATHLETIC AT ALL, but golf has always come very easily to me. At my best I could play with the boys from their tees and put up a pretty nasty competition. I’m probably getting a little rusty now, which makes me mad because I ought not to let the one sport I’m good at slip away from me. But from my experience, it’s like riding a bike. You pick up a seven iron, give it a couple loose chip swings, step up to the ball, and nail it just like you did last time.
This is making me miss it.
Ok other than that, I don’t really have any weird talents. They’re all pretty normal. But I can make some delicious chicken’n’dumplins. So compared to my otherwise lacking culinary expertise, I guess that’s a strange one.
PET PEEVE NUMBER ONE = IMPROPER USE OF GRAMMAR, FIGURES OF SPEECH, ANALOGIES, METAPHORS, ETC.
If you don’t know how to say it correctly, don’t say it, and especially don’t make it one of “your phrases”. If you must say it, learn how to say it right.
Now that that has been covered, more:
-Ok so lots of people do this, and it’s not like I want to murder them out of spite when they do it, but it still just irks me. In fact one of my best friends is notorious for it. She always SKIRTS AROUND A TOPIC SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT TO TRY TO MAKE YOU BRING IT UP FIRST. This is a close relative of TRYING TO EVOKE A PARTICULAR ANSWER OR REACTION FROM SOMEONE BY PRODDING THEM WITH INDIRECT SUGGESTIONS. My point: make your point. Just say it.
Ok now I just sound like a bitch, so just one more thing, and it only counts halfway because it both annoys me and makes me sad…I hate when people act like insensitive hardasses because they’re insecure. I’m not advocating laying out your every problem to every person you know; that won’t get you any place. But to not “let them see you sweat” ends up as not letting them see that you’re human. When people know you’re human, they can relate to you. When they can relate to you, you can relate to each other, and that is how a support system is created. No one can live for themselves and never need anyone. My point: You can attract more flies with honey than with vinegar.
Be sweet, be compassionate, be precise, be concise, and know your grammar.
Now I will go try to live up to my own standards.
Ok I know this is stereotypical and all, but I love Anders Kristopher Kjellgren.
From the day I’ve met him, he’s been the most unselfish, responsible, caring person I’ve ever met. He consistently puts not only me, but everyone else before himself. He consistently thinks twice about thinking twice, and he consistently makes me feel like the most loved person in the world. He is, in essence, the exact opposite of me. I feel like we make up for what the other lacks, and that is what makes us work, not raw passion or similar interests. I’m just always amazed at his striving for self-discipline and motivation. He makes me want to be so much better, and he puts peace in my heart. He’s opened my eyes to new ways of thinking, and he’s taken me to places I never thought I’d get to see. And through all of this he’s remained humble, open-minded, and light-hearted.
He’s just great, and I love everything he is.
Is it bad….that I miss…my first boyfriend?
Cause the person that was doesn’t exactly exist anymore.
George is completely different now, like *monstrously* different.
But I reeeaaalllyyy miss that gawky, tall, skinny, goofy, sandy blond, curly headed, hemp wearin, incense burnin, Led Zepplin playin sophomore who I cuddled with during Fight Club and Lord of the Rings and whose momma cooked really really good food and whose dog (aptly named “Diogi”…D.O.G.) loved me, and whose brother was impossibly cool with all his world travels.
Whew, I really do miss that.
1. Cockiness/Overly flirtacious
2. Being inconsiderate
3. No style/bad taste
4. Close-mindedness/blind pride
5. Not knowing the difference between being a gentleman and treating a woman like an invalid who can’t do anything for herself.
To summarize, being a douchebag…is a turn-off.
Top five turn ons:
3. flowing wavy hair
I’d have to say some sort of pasta…perhaps with pesto sauce, except no cashews like in Greece please! I wanna live through the delicious euphoria!
Complimented with lots of veggies in a unique salad with oil and vinegar on top
Potatoes, au gratin is nice
And some wine
Ok I’m really bad at memories. Especially picking a fondest.
From my childhood years I’d have to say days spent playing at my Meme’s (my maternal grandmother) house, playing dress up there, helping her garden, and especially how Christmas was there. From my teenage years I’d probably say days spent hanging out at my first boyfriend, George’s, house. I was completely head over heels for him and everything then was perfect. I loved his family, his house, his dogs, everything. Those were precious times that have only recently been overshadowed. And from my post-high school years… I suppose Sweden :) but only in the summer. And since those are so recent, I feel comfortable choosing one particular memory as my fondest: watching the sunset with Kris on the huge boulders that are the beach where they live. I was incredibly happy. :)
My biggest insecurity:
Oh boy. I used to would’ve said something about my physical appearance, but I’ve learned to live with that and make the most of it. I’ve learned confidence has everything to do with beauty.
No, my biggest insecurity right now is probably being so shy in my old age. :)
But really, I feel like unlike most college students, I’m not making lotsa new friends. This has a lot to do with not living on campus ever and staying in touch with all my friends I’ve kept since, oh, fifth grade. I just feel as though I can’t meet *new* people and actually become close to them…like all my close people have already entered my life. I know this isn’t true, but when your usual outgoing spirit gets a little weak as soon as new faces arrive at the party, it’s kind of hard not to believe.
The weird part is, I can usually shine through and be myself around guys who are introduced to me by Kris or my guy friends, but when it’s a girl or any complete stranger…I get all self-conscious. I guess I feel like these individuals will judge me more than people like the friends I’m comfortable with: the people I spend the most time hanging out with: Kris and the boys. Sad, but true.
Sweden in August?
It’s lookin like it.
What I find attractive in members of the same sex:
Well, I’m not attracted to females in a physical way, but if you possess the following traits, I will be drawn to you and we’ll get along splendidly.
-the ability to laugh at oneself
-a guy’s rowdy sense of humor, but ladylike
-keeping an open mind in every circumstance
-an appreciation for fashion, art, and music
-being down to earth; striking a balance between seriousness and acting goofy
-intellectual enough to carry on a stimulating conversation