Interests

I have been using Livejournal to blog and keep in touch with my friends since 2002.  I started using Facebook in 2005.  On Facebook, I get to keep a list of my interests.  It just occurred to me that back in 2002, I made a list of interests for my Livejournal profile.

I wonder how much they’ve changed…

In 2007, I am interested in:

Blogging, improv comedy, writing, apple computers, sex things, shoes, goths, raptors, American Studies, journalism, clementines, travel, fuzzy socks, journals, sunshine, sleeping in.

In 2002, I was interested in:

Achievement, acting, apple computers, apples, Aqua, art, Ayn Rand, bananas, Birkenstocks, black nail polish, blankets, blue, books, boots, boys, Brandeis, canned soup, car dancing, celtic music, cheese, chocolate, dave barry, digital cameras, dogs, Don Quixote, Edward Norton, elves, eyes, faeries, feet, fishnets, flute, gazpacho, goths, hardcover books, hats, henna, hoodies, imps, incense, independence, ink, jew bling, jews, johnny depp, journals, lilacs, maple syrup, Nectar Fizz, northampton, nudist colonies, october, old jeans, pants, peace, photography, pillows, pirates, puppies, quesadillas, quizzes, rain, reading, red cars, satire, scars, sleep, smooth rocks, smores, snail mail, socks, South Park, Spain, sparkles, sticky things, sun, tapestries, Tim Burton, trees.

It’s funny how much some things change, and how much some things stay exactly the same.

Things my friends and I have successfully snuck into the movie theater:

• A 1.5 ft by 1 ft tub of Chinese jelly candies.
• 9 bottles of Mountain Dew, and 9 candybars.
• 4 Subway sandwiches
• A live mouse.
• A giant bag of woodchips that came with the live mouse.
• A large box of ~17 assorted donuts.  (Called a “Chinese dozen” by the Donut Man.)
• A bag of home-popped popcorn

Last night my friend and I added to this list by sneaking in two hot fudge sundaes, complete with whipped cream and cherries on top.  We are, indeed, “Superbad.”

Definition of Irony

I just wanted to share this with you.

I have graduated from college and moved back home.  Home is a redneck kind of place.  And the redneck bar where all the kids from high school are sure to be found these days?

It’s called “Glory Days.”

Regrets

One of my favorite bloggers, Dooce, has inspired something great with her most recent post.  While the post itself (in my opinion) doesn’t live up to her usual standard of witty word-play and insight, she does discuss an important topic: regret.  At the end, she leaves space for her thousands and thousands of readers to comment about their biggest regrets.

The result is a Postsecret-esque  forum, with some very interesting answers to this age-old question.  Someone my age could maybe learn from this?  I think?

Anyway the comment thread is a good read.  And I posted on it too- can you find me?  I only posted two regrets… but here are some more:

1.  Not taking American Studies classes during my first two years at college because I thought they were “fluff” classes.

2.  Not doing after-school activities in middle school instead of coming home before my parents and eating anything not nailed down.

3.  Whatever it was I did that made my high school best friend afraid to tell me her secret.

4.  Wasting my time with pointless/bad internships because they were easier than trying to find good ones.

5.   Not demanding braces when I was young and it was normal to have braces.

6.  Staying in a relationship with someone I did not love because I was too scared to live my own life.

7.  I wish I had worn more sunscreen.

These are semi-depressing, as most regrets are.  Luckily, in my short life, none of them are serious enough to have greatly damaged my life in any real way.  Those that caused some damage are slowly being remedied.  All in all, I haven’t done too badly.

And to leave you on a happy note:

8.  I used to regret not saying “yes” to the boy who asked me out in 10th grade.  But now, six years later, we are dating.  There is such a thing as second chances.

Subtle Hints and Direct Compliments.

I wore my hat today.  Why?  Because it’s officially cold and I officially don’t feel good.  I caught the bug that’s been going around.

Not even the Airborne could save me!  (I bought the wrong kind!  I bought the powder stuff, not the pills!  EW!  Check the package, don’t make the same mistake!)

Anywhoo… I can’t believe how many compliments I got on my hat today!  The weird thing is that this is not the first time I’ve worn it.  In fact, I wear it fairly often, for a hat with ears anyway.  But up until today, the officially COLD day, the hat was more or less ignored.  Not only did my friends compliment it (ones that I’m sure have seen it before) but a guy in the grocery store.

He was thin with spiky dark hair and a black leather trench coat.  I knew the type.  Excactly the kind of non-conformity-obsessed goth guy I would have fallen in love with in high school.  So, being obsessed with non-conformity, it probably wasn’t so odd that he commented on my hat.  But, not only did he say he “liked” it, he said it was “cute.”   Translation, “you’re cute.”  I may be sick, clad in my ratty fleece coat and sweatpants, but yep, I still got it!

Anyway, I can’t help but wonder if my friends were purposely ignoring my hat until it became climatically appropriate.  Sortof a “we’re not going to acknowledge it until we can understand why you’re wearing it” kindof thing.

Too bad guys, it will take alot more than that to get me to act normal.  I may even wear it to bed tonight.