I Will Possess Your Heart

So I'm not going to lie, I've secretly always wanted to play this game, so tonight I'm finally going to do it. Please keep in mind that I am working on my music collection, and that I'm not nearly as cool as a couple people I know when it comes to music. That said, here we go. . .

1. Put Your iTunes/iPod on shuffle

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Tag at least 10 friends.
6. Anyone tagged has to do the same, because fun pointlessness spreads like a virus.

If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?

Non-Believer - La Rocca
(My glass is looking a little empty it seems.)

How would you describe yourself?

Portions for Foxes - Rilo Kiley

(Note to self: Avoid all foxes.) 


What do you like in a guy/girl?
Good Vibrations - Gym Class Heroes

(No comment.)

How do you feel today?
Stay Where You Are - Ambulance Ltd

What is your life’s purpose?
Edit - Regina Spektor
(I guess I take correcting my sister's grammar too far sometimes. Sorry about that.)


What is your motto?
Whenever, Wherever - Shakira
(Before you all start to wonder, Freud was a quack.)


What do your friends think of you?
Home - Foo Fighters
(Something big and large?)


What do you think of your parents?
The World You Love - Jimmy Eat World
(I Heart You Dad and Judith!!)


What do you think about very often?
I'm Not That Girl - Wicked Soundtrack
(Well that's depressing.)


What is 2 + 2?
Save Yourself - Low Vs Diamond
(Pre-calculus always made me want to run for the hills.)


What do you think of your best friend?
Lonely at the Top - Randy Newman
(She has been gone for over a year.)


What do you think of the person you like?
The (After) Life of The Party - Fall Out Boy
(Apparently I have a lot to learn.)

What is your life story?
Hello, Goodbye - The Beatles
(Thanks for the reminder iPod. . .you little jerk.)


What do you want to be when you grow up?
I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash
(Apparently I'm going to develop a drinking problem, then spend my life receiving DUI after DUI.)


What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Dancing in the Dark - Bruce Springsteen
(I've got no idea what I'm doing, and will probably end up hurting myself.)


What will you dance to at your wedding?
Change Your Mind - The Killers
(This does not bode well for me.)


What will they play at your funeral?
Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer
(Figures this piece of art gets recognition once it's gone.)


What is your hobby/interest?

Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray
(I like taking public transportation when I'm bored?)

What is your biggest fear?
Love is the End - Keane
(This is a lie. Love has to begin before it can end.)


What is your biggest secret?
What's Left of Me - Nick Lachey
(You got me. I like to listen to the former Mr. Jessica Simpson from time to time.)


What do you think of your friends?

I'm Not Over - Carolina Liar
(Keep calling me, I'm still here.)


What will you post this as?

I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab For Cutie

Forget the Horseshoe, Clover, and Rabbit's Foot

I owe it all to the day I found myself the lucky winner of a bicycle, courtesy of a family owned video store in WJ Utah. Ever since that one event, life has never again presented me with an extraordinary amount of luck. This is not to say I am without any, so there is no need for your sympathy, however it seems this one "lucky" win back in the early 90's has made life interesting in the years since then. You might ask for proof, and while I can easily tell you to go back and read previous postings to this blog, I have a new tale ready and waiting for your judgement.

Yesterday my Dad and I were waiting to board our plane at JFK, when we heard some ladies behind us coughing quite loudly. Having had a cough recently I thought nothing of it, until the coughing persisted and reached levels I can only assume are indicators of tuberculosis. While this can not be verified, as the government tries to keep all cases from getting out into the public, you'll have to trust me on this one. The idea of sitting next to one of these ladies casually crossed my mind, but I chased it away thinking my luck was not THAT bad. Oh how I was wrong.

My dad was seated in the aisle, and I was in the middle. . .leaving the window seat to my right open. Enter coughing older woman #1. Thinking our situation couldn't get worse, coughing older woman #2 came on scene and sat in the aisle seat directly across from my Dad. We were sandwiched between both potential health hazards. From that point on, until the five hour flight was over, we were more than likely exposed to every bad germ in both these ladies bodies. And, as if the coughing wasn't enough, both ladies had a certain smell about them that could not be positively identified by the end of the flight. Let's just say it was more than a simple case of body odor. Oh how I wished I could blame that smell on simply neglecting the use of some sort of anti-perspirant. There were even passengers several rows behind us that complained about the smell. At one point, one of the flight attendants even brought out bags of coffee for the people behind us to keep on their tray tables, allowing them to remove the tissues both had shoved up their noses.

Other than the extreme urge to burn everything I wore that day, and all the items kept under my seat, I seem to be in okay health today. I fear the emotional damage may last longer than any physical symptoms that may be coming my way. 

So, here's to hoping my luck has finally hit rock bottom, and can only get better from here. . .

The Big Tree takes the Big Apple

Don't have a lot to say, just proud of my "little" brother.

"Fourteen Years Down the Drain"

WARNING: By the end of this post you may feel incredibly sad that I have nothing else to write about other than the events that unfolded this past Friday. 

Very often in life I find myself in situations that remind me of certain storylines I watched fictional characters play out on my television screen. No I never had amnesia, and I was never deserted on a remote island, but there are times when I can recognize small comparisons. This past Friday I found myself in a similar situation as Jerry Seinfeld, specifically in regards to a "streak" he had kept for fourteen years, and eventually broke all because of a black and white cookie. 

Thanks to a rainstorm on Friday, I found myself sitting in the Philadelphia airport for about two hours longer than originally planned. When the time came to finally board, I found myself not feeling too well. I get stomachaches quite a bit, and can usually tell the difference between the threatening, and non-threatening ones. By the time I had boarded the plane I knew I was in trouble. Luckily the plane door was still open when I first needed to expel certain items. I ran out into the terminal, took care of business, then sat down. The flight attendant was so nice and brought me some ginger ale and a black garbage bag just in case I needed it. I apologized to the people next to me in case anything happened, and luckily they were also really sweet, and said they had tough stomachs. I hoped for the best, and the plane took off. 

Well, let's just say I needed the garbage bag, but only about an hour into the five hour flight. I was okay after that, but I had officially shattered my own ten-year record. I guess it had to be broken sometime, but I can't stop wishing I could have related to Seinfeld in another way, like being denied a bowl of soup.  

Modern Day Samson. . .

It all began one fateful day about a year and a half ago when I went to scratch the back of my head and realized that a big chunk of my hair was missing near the scalp. At first I thought it was just a mistake, so I asked two co-workers, and they confirmed  my worst fear: a huge part of my hair was now shorter than an inch long. Immediately I started formulating reasons as to why this would be happening, but came up short. I hadn't changed the way I treated my hair, I got along with all my roommates, and I recently had it cut so it was healthy. I eventually got over it, knowing it would grow back.

As time went on, I didn't see much change. I hadn't lost any more hair, and the little strands were starting to grow. Come November, about a month after I had received another haircut, more of my hair in the back started to fall out in chunks. Then, I noticed that all of my hair was now significantly shorter than it had been, and my pony tail was about 1/3 the size it used to be. For someone with thick hair, this was very easy to notice. It continued to become thinner and coarse, and no longer went unnoticed. I tried about five different shampoos, all very expensive and

supposed to help dry and brittle hair. None of these worked, including the leave in conditioners and heat protecting products I also tried. 

The thought to try and cut my hair crossed my mind, but I wasn't too keen on the idea of willingly losing more hair, so I resisted. One day I was sitting at a friend's house and casually opened up a magazine, where I found an article about a girl's experience with losing her hair the same way I had. Hers had been caused by thyroid problems, which I had been wondering was my problem as well. I had the blood work done, but in the great joke of my life, the test came back normal. Then, I had general blood work done and all that came back normal as well. 

While I'm not Samson, and my physical strength does not come from my hair, there is a certain confidence that comes with having your hair look good. Maybe it comes from growing up with my mother, but us Y girls have always taken pride in our hair. I am not positive that everything is "back to normal" now, and I'm not sure my hair will ever be the same, but I think it is attempting a comeback. For this reason, I braved a haircut yesterday and I'm hoping things will be good from now on.

Before

Now

Here we go again. . .

Seems like tags are all the rage, so I guess I'll follow the trend instead of fighting it. Thanks to my friend JB, who always makes sure I am included.

♥Age: 24 and 1 month

♥Birthday: July 23

♥Candy or Cake: That's like deciding which kid you love the most. 

♥Dessert you love: Never met a dessert I didn't like, but I do love the combination of chocolate and mint.

♥Favorite Song: Currently it's "Coming to Terms" by Carolina Liar.

♥Gold or Silver: Silver

♥Bad Habit: Drinking soda - this may not seem like one to a lot of you, but I don't consider it necessary to my overall health.

♥Instruments you play: I played piano once upon a time, and I've been trying to find time to learn how to play my awesome guitar.

♥Job Title: Contract Support Specialist/Travel Coordinator/Executive Assistant, and overall Entertainer.

♥Love or Lust: I would take either one at this point. JK.

♥Married, Single, or Taken: I know looking at my age some judgements will be made from this answer, but I'm happily single for right now.

♥Next to you: My TV and cable remotes, and my cell phone.

♥One wish: The US and Europe were closer.

♥Person you called last: Probably my mom.

♥Favorite Quote: Oh so many to choose from. 

"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need." 

♥Reason to smile: Fall television is starting soon, and the season of pumpkin desserts is upon us.

♥Steak or Pork: Definitely steak, I am not a fan of "chicken steaks" as my mom calls pork to try and trick me into eating it. 

♥Unique Talent: I remember things no other person does, which tends to freak people out rather than impress. 

♥Vegetable: Steamed broccoli and asparagus.

♥Time you woke up today: 3:30 am. . .unfortunately you don't get over jet lag in a day.

♥X-rays you've had: When I broke my finger, hurt my knee, and after my knee surgery complete with two staples and two screws.

♥Favorite Color: R E D!!

♥Zodiac Sign: Leo

The Hills are Alive. . .with the sound of presents!

Not sure what I did to deserve such treatment, but this lovely package arrived all the way from Vienna today. I wish every birthday would continue on over several months!