DClay tagged me:
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag “whoever wants to do it.”
Yeah, I don’t do that whole tagging thing. But here goes with part A. I am purposefully choosing trivial information. A weekend of deep-thinking about my prospectus should be followed by some triviality.
1. I am newly obsessed with Fiction Plane, the band fronted by Sting’s son, Joe Sumner. (Those of you who know Danny can probably guess where I heard about the band.) I am also newly obsessed with Joe Sumner himself. He’s kind of angsty, but he is my latest musician crush, keeping company with past musician crushes like Duncan Sheik and Dan Wilson from Semisonic. My new boyfriend is second from the left.
2. Last year, the Rice parking office accidentally sent me a faculty parking sticker good through 2009. My key-card to get into the parking lot — the true test of parking legitimacy — still works. I am keeping very quiet about this mistake. Read: I am writing about it on the internet.
3. My favorite sandwich: honey ham and sweet midget gherkins on white bread. The gherkins are there for their fantastic flavor and for the sheer joy of saying gherkin. Gherkin gherkin gherkin.
4. When I have no other song in my head, I sing “I Can See Clearly Now” by Johnny Nash. (I also didn’t know who sang that song until I Googled it.) I really don’t like the song that much, but it refuses to leave my subconscious. It’s like a cheezy, tedious parasite. Danny has a similar song: “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. But he really likes it.
5. I still wish I had done my hair differently for my wedding. I realize that this is shallow and pointless, and if I could stop harping on small details of my everyday existence that I wish I had done differently, my life would be easier. But it really bothers me. On the other hand, I have yet to see a cake or flowers I like more than mine.
6. After careful consideration and a few hours watching Felicity on DVD, I’m realizing that I may not be a Ben girl anymore. I can’t stand the broodiness. And yet I can’t commit to being a Noel girl. This is an identity crisis for me. I have scheduled a Felicity-watching marathon with Lilian, and I hope I can sort things out.
7. I remember the first day of first grade. We were making self-portraits using paper plates and construction paper. Our teacher had carefully counted out the proper number of brown pieces of paper for the brunettes in the class, yellow pieces of paper for the blondes, etc. I was heartbroken when I realized that the one piece of bright orange paper at the bottom of the pile was mine.