Remember these dumb things on Myspace/Xanga/Piczo(OHHH I went there)? Well, now it has made its way into the blogosphere and I thought I should do one. 1. I’m bored. 2.uhhh…yeah.. Just read it okay?
Age: 21.
Bed size: Queeeeeen.
Chores that you hate: I actually like chores…? Just wish we had a dishwasher that worked!
Dogs: None. But my dream dog is a golden retriever and Jason’s is a schnauzer.
Essential start to your day: Kissing Jason before I leave for school or he leaves for work.
Favorite color: Uh, all of them! I love looking at pretty color combos. It makes me want to redecorate our whole house even though we haven’t finished decorating it to begin with..
Gold or Silver: BOTH.
Height: 5’4″
Instruments you play: Took piano for two years. I’m decent, but nothing to write home about. I should really practice more… Jason’s trying to teach me guitar.
Job title: STUDENT… but I don’t get paid. I hate you FAFSA. And partially UTT.
Kids: When one of us finally finishes school, we’ll start thinking about it.
Live: Where? Texas.
Mother’s Name: Charlotte!
Nicknames: Mel. I think it’s neat that everyone Jason works with calls me Mel because that’s how he refers to me. Neat.
Overnight hospital stays: None so far but plenty of stitches!
Pet peeves: “Just sayin’.” I LOATHE that phrase. Starting something and not finishing it. GOSSIP. Good grief I hate gossip. Never having enough time for anything. Let’s just leave it at “I have a lot of pet peeves but you would probably dislike me if I said what all of them were..”
Quote from a movie or tv show: “What is your name? What is your quest? What is your favorite color?”
Right or Lefty: Right.
Siblings: Dos hermanas.
Time you wake up: 6.20-6.30 am MWF. 10.30 TTh.
Underwear: Every day.
Vegetable you hate: I really want to like bell peppers…
What makes you run late: Sleeping in.
X-Rays You’ve Had: Teeth and some on my foot. My sophomore year in high school I played volleyball. When the JV was done playing we had to stay and watch varsity to “learn”. I was walking out of the locker room and someone not paying attention rammed into the solid metal door and the bottom took my toenails clean off. All she said was, “Oh. Oops. Sorry.” And walked out continuing to talk to her friend. I spent that lovely evening in the hospital taking hydrocodone (Uh, ew. How do people get addicted to that? It made me crazy nauseous then I fell asleep.), getting X-rays and being pushed around in a wheelchair by an orderly who wasn’t keen on conversation. Crazy weird night.
Yummy food you make: Potato soup, anything chocolate related, Mexican crock-pot chicken tacos, roasted vegetables..
Zoo Animal: Umm.. Can it just be an animal? I don’t know, all kinds.
Now that I’ve completed that I’m an official blogger, right?