Oh lordy… that’s a hard one.
Facts about Christina, soon to be a quarter century old:
- I hated sleeping in a twin bed. So when I moved out… I slept on one side of the bed… like a stick. Now, I sleep diagonally… and I did not enjoy my sister taking up my diagonal space last night. (Though, I did like her presence.)
- I have a stuffed animal named Puffy. I had him since I was just a wee lassie. It looks awful, it is dirty and deflated looking. My parents tried to replace him, but the new puffy was not Puffy and I rejected him. I still have both of them.
- The only people I am afraid of disappointing are my parents. I can live with myself otherwise, but I would feel horrible if they ever had to "explain" my actions to someone.
- That said, I will not change my liberal tendencies to actually care that people are able to have a quality life in a world filled with inequality. Gay marriage, a woman’s right to choose, taxing the wealthier Americans to provide basic care/needs to the less fortunate, etc… even though these things are crazy-socialist-commie ideas around here.
- I love autumn because it feels more introspective and quiet than summer. And the colors before everything goes dead? Phenomenal. I look forward to it every year. (In fact, I even liked it best when I was in school and my summers meant freedom.)
- My first concert was Barry Manilow because my mom loves Barry Manilow so much, she went to a concert while she was pregnant. I’m sure she was trying to pass the love on to me.
- How I dress and how I wish I could dress are very different. I have a few outfits that I feel awesome in, but many more that are just alright. I need a style guru, please. (It’s seriously something I need to work on.)
- I still don’t like when people dress up as scary things for Halloween. I particularly don’t like it when it requires a mask that covers their entire face. It freaks me out.
- Rainbows and shooting stars instantly make me happier. Even on a terrible day, it’s bound to make me smile for at least a moment.
- I miss the stimulation that my art classes provided me, even if I don’t miss forced assignments. It was beneficial to me to have deadlines and guidelines.
- I hate this about myself: my hair is like a security blanket (which is why I hated my short hair so much). I know that my hair should have little influence on my self image, but I can’t help but feel uglier when it’s short/pulled back in a pathetic ponytail.
- The above makes me want to cut all my hair off (well, not all of it… but, you know, above shoulder length) to prove to myself that I’d still be me… but I’m not brave enough to do it.
- I’ve only recently become an organ donor. Ever since I started driving, I would donate to the organ donation fund, but not become an actual organ donor. This time I decided to stop being a hypocrite. As a precaution, I told everyone in my family not to donate my organs until I am 100% dead. (I’m hoping they don’t have to make this decision though, obviously.)
- So far, I’ve only found one kind of sushi I love. The Dragon Roll at a place called Miyako. So. Good. In fact, I might treat myself to some on my birthday. I’m thinking about driving downtown to do a little shopping at The HodgePodgery and sip on a Chai Latte at Cafe Di Luna. Then I’ll pop over to South Philly Hoagies to pick up the most delicious cheesesteaks you could possibly find in Central PA. In fact, they are the best thing greasy thing I have ever put in my mouth. (I have no idea why they only have THREE stars on Yelp.)
- I wish I had a boss like Jack Donaghy. This character (and the lawyer Alec Baldwin played in My Sister’s Keeper) has made me forgive his weird cell phone outburst towards his daughter. On a related note, if I have to be single into my 30s and 40s, I hope I become more like Liz Lemon because she’s kinda awesome.