I went to Starbucks to get a Carmel Apple Cider, which I was told was absolutely delicious and after having one yesterday see myself becoming addicted to, but they informed me that they were fresh out of apple juice. WTF? They could easily have jaunted across the street to the Yes! Organic Market and procured some, but no. So instead? I'm drinking a Coke. I don't even like soda. It burns my throat and makes me feel gross. But water just didn't sound right. (Sidenote: Thanks to those who have responded to my last post. In due time, in due time.)
And now, stolen from my good friend from the north, Beth:
Complete the Thought:
Never again in my life: will I allow myself to be torn down. Verbally or emotionally (hopefully physically is never something I'll step upon).
When I was five: I believe my family had recently moved to Joplin, Missouri, where we lived in a duplex on 33rd Street. I loved Barbies, of course, and dreamed that someday my brother would play house with me. He never did.
High School was: not as good as college, but one of the best four-year periods of my life. Most people have horrible middle school/high school experiences ... but I? I loved high school, though I wasn't "popular" or anything, I was involved in drama, choir, sports, math club, acadec, quiz bowl ... and my first love came in high school, and that's a memory of a person I cherish.
I will never forget: the summer that Andrew, Anthony and I spent so much time together, once driving to a small Nebraska town to visit a friend, where we watched figure-8 racing and a movie that freaked our friend's friends out. I still have the mix CD from the trip, too.
I once met: Topher Grace, Joshua Jackson and Gideon Yago. Okay, so they were merely in my presence, but Topher Grace did say some things one thing to me, such as "excuse me" (when he was standing in the aisle as I tried to pass). That's another experience I will never forgetting ... being in a swanky bar filled with no more than 30 people, 3 of which were the afformentioned stars. Actually, he was wearing a ballcap just like that when he was standing in front of me, which was why it took a few seconds for me to be like, "that's him!"
There’s this girl I know who: I wish would drop everything and go back to school and get her master's and PhD, because she's brilliant, driven and selling herself short.
By noon I’m usually: still in bed. When I'm not, I'm usually sitting ni frnot of my laptop watching crappy Danielle Steele movies on WE.
Last night I: worked till 10:30, went to SoHo until their internet crashed, went home and made eggs and waffles, got a stomach ache, talked to David until he was too tired and went to bed, watched some crappy TV and then read about 30 pages in "Extremly Loud and Incredibly Close" before turning off the light around 4:30 in the morning.
Next time I go to church: interesting. Church, you say? I guess my mother often says "did you go to Jewish church?" It isn't church. It's synagogue, temple, shul, house o' Jewish worship. Anyhow, the next time I go hopefully will be Saturday morning, G-d willing and sleep willing.
What worries me most is: that I won't end up in grad school and will regret it for the rest of my life.
When I turn my head right, I see: the entire Washington Post newsroom (the 5th floor, that is, which includes Metro, Financial, Foreign and National).
When I turn my head left, I see: Joe's, JoAnn's and Leslie's desks, the obiter desks and the construction going on to the east of the copy desk. They ripped out our coffee/food station, bastards.
You know I’m lying when: I fess up two seconds later. I have a hard time lying.
If I was a character written by Shakespeare I'd: probably have to ask David what character I should be. He's the Shakespeare whiz, not I. The only character I know well enough to even mention is Juliet, and I sure as heck am not her.
By this time, next year: who knows where I'll be and what I'll be doing. I can't really foresee anything right now except that I hope to still be with David and I hope to still be on the Right Coast.
A better name for me would be: Chaviva. It is in the blog name, it's my Hebrew name, and I like that it encompases the meaning of my birth name and Hebrew. That's probably why I chose it.
I have a hard time understanding: genocide. I'll leave it at that and speak at length at another time.
If I ever go back to school I’ll: focus on Judaic Studies for a master's and possibly PhD, specifically on history and more specifically on medieval Jewry (the thinkers and teachers).
You know I like you if: I can have a conversation with you while looking you in the eye at length.
Three people who bore me are: unnameable.
Take my advice, NEVER: drive 19 hours without any sleep and without stopping except for meals. Take your time on a roadtrip, okay?
My ideal breakfast is: scrambled eggs, homefries (the potato things, not hashbrowns), toast with jelly, a cup of milk and a cup of juice.
A song I love, but do not have is: Al Green's "Let's Stay Together"
If you visit my hometown, I suggest: going to Runza, Sher-E-Punjab, Bison Witches, and to go to Pioneer's Park and walk around UNL and downtown Lincoln.
Why won’t anyone: genuinely surprise me (I hate surprises, but long for them, I've never really been surprised ... I wait for it, I hope for it ... and nothing).
If you spend the night at my house, DO: not sleep on the floor. Really, please don't.
The world could do without: a lot of things. The first things that came to mind were GWBush, guns, fast food, soda, candy and war. But come on now. I really think the world could do without the notion or presence of "superiority."
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: eat steak, roast beef, pot roast, bacon, sausage, ham or any similar products.
My favorite blonde is: John Wenz. Oh wait, this says "blonde," which implies a female. I don't think I have a favorite blonde.
Paperclips are more useful than: corpses. Have you seen the movie "Paperclips" ...?
San Diego means: Saint Diego? Je parles Francais!