digging up the past.

i found this in an old myspace blog of mine...think it sums me up pretty wonderfully. it's from november of 2006, but pretty much the same.

i laugh when people trip on the streets - but not until after i pass them. im not horrible, c'mon now. rice krispies for brekky, thanks. i take two spoons worth of sugar in my tea. tea, not coffee. closest i get to coffee is iced coffee - with a crapload of creamer and sugar. so it's basically tea. (this has since changed, haha, thank you tribeca) i help old ladies in the supermarket, who are too short to reach the butter, and trying to climb the refrigerated case like it's mt everest. (true story) i listen to music really loud in my car, and sing along as loud as i can. and even as i drive by pple on the highway, i dont stop. i rock billy ocean ringtones. i live for thursday nights (ugly betty, the office, grey's anatomy, the OC, six degrees, and ER). making mix cds for pple makes me happy, especially if they hear something new that they like. i felt sad when i heard the fruitcake lady from jay leno passed away - she was hilarious. i still care, no matter how much i try to pretend i dont. i collect band/record label stickers. but i dont stick them anywhere. i just like to have them. i drive fast, but cautious. i'm a new hockey fan, like for real - intense, screaming hockey fan. i have horrible timing. i'm a cupcake master, and i can write whatever you want on a cake. sappy movies leave me hopeful there's a prince charming out there - (mostly in part, thanks to disney movies, right fallsy?). i live miles and miles (and in most cases, hours) away from my best friends, and yet i never feel like i'm alone. probably one of the best things to feel. i remember seeing simple plan and liking them. sell outs. haha. music junkie. i have several marriages on going at this time, all of which do not know about each other. i'm good like that. i like seeing my cousins grow up. i shake my leg. you know what i mean, not as a nervous habit, just happens. 1st place in decimals in the 5th grade math tournament. got the red ribbon to prove it. i'm a coupon snipper now. i know, i know. i have a bladder of steel. bet you're glad i threw that one in there, aren't ya. i write messages on my hands in sharpie for kicks (specifically for camera ops). i get my humor from my dad. he's a good guy, pops. i like the homemade, chunky applesauce - especially that found at the amish door in amish country in ohio. i start books, and don't finish them - i'm working on that. i take a tremendous pride in my cd collection, if only for the fact that it's literally a timeline of my life. i can associate many different situations with different albums. one time for halloween, i dressed up as an army woman, because i had my dad's camo and it was snowing really hard. my friends and i went out and then they ditched me. it was a long, cold, sad walk home. but i'm over it, obviously. BITCHES! haha, just playin. funnel cakes, altho horrible for you, are tasty treats. i rip the bag of cereal down the side, no matter how careful i am. drives me nuts. did i mention i love hockey? 12 days until my favorite band puts out their third full-length album, and it's highly anticipated....by me, and half the world. oh, and 12 days til i leave for wisconsin. double whammy. we had a cat named tom once. he died while we were on vacation. never got another cat. dogs rule. no offense, cat lovers - it's just the truth. i fall asleep with the tv on - sleep timers are great. i used to be a hardcore sonny and brenda fan, back in the day. holler if you hear me, folks. i love the mac commercials. the leaves are falling and the sky is clear, and rooftops are the best place to see both of these. kevin devine's song "billion bees" is beautiful. just thought i'd throw that in there. i bought christmas cards, and i'm gonna start early this year - so if you dont think i have your address and you want one, msg me with it. that is, if you read this all and still want one. music mends broken hearts. i type faster than you read. if you read really slow. no, but i do type fast. wanna race? stone fox - my favorite book as a child. i wanna visit alaska and pet sled dogs. scratch that, i wanna run the iditarod. sometimes when i'm browsing, i feel like pple think i'm stealing. paranoia. LOST isn't on til february? that's whacker than whack, whitney. the part in pretty woman where he closes the jewelry box on her hand - that's a classic, folks. so are the hooker boots. and the fire escape climb. that movie is a must. someday i'll follow a trail of rose petals and candles to a handsome man. or i'll dream of it. my sister and i rode an elephant once when we were little. then she passed out of heat stroke. not on the elephant, but on the peddle boats in the hot texas summer. jerk. autumn in new york is a movie, but more importantly a song. and a beautiful one at that. aggie should sing it for you someday, if you're lucky. let's have a pun-off. i'll win. remember that time i was teabagged by the foxy guitarist of story of the year on stage? that was fun. thinking about lindsay frail face planting into my door in the dark makes me laugh everytime. "all you need to know is there's a bunch of jews with a sidekick behind us." i want to slip on an actual banana peel someday. mark it up on my life list.

just in case you wanted a closer look into that head of mine. and it also gives me a blog to put a few more music links in. expect a nice review of this lady in the near future.

here's to music. and here's to winning giant easter baskets from a chocolate shop down the street. and most of all, here's to lindsay being the proud godmother of her unborn niece or nephew. you can't beat that.

hoppy easter everybunny.