the five things
ok so i know i was tagged by curly su over a week (two weeks?) ago but i just haven't been in blogging mode lately. now as i procrastinate driving to rochester to try out viola bows, here are five things about me:
1) i get drunk off of one beer. during the summers i can usually work my tolerance up to two, but in general, i'm a one-drink kind of girl. three, and i'm at where most people are at five. five, and well, let's just say that i have to have a whole day scheduled for recovery.
2) i am not really from new york city. despite what my permanent address says in the cim handbook, and what i told everyone when i got to school freshman year, i grew up in the burbs. yes i did live in queens for 8 years, and then go to a pre-college one-day a week program in the city but i conceed, i am a suburbs girl, and my formative years were filled with drives to the mall like everyone else. i guess that's why i don't have an accent anymore.
3) i love books! love them. the smell, the feel, getting lost in one. i cried out of awe and happiness when i saw the amounts of books stacked up at powell's books in portland, oregon. when i get into a good book, i know i'm not going to get enough sleep or practicing in so i have to be careful when i start books. i started dave egger's how we are hungry two nights before my recital and was up until wee hours of the morning both nights.
4) i am sensitive. i take people's speech and actions very seriously and get offended very easily and usually am not afraid to let them know. it's something i'm working on. i also cry at the weirdest times. you can also look up to number three to validate this one. i cry when i watch game shows. if someone wins a lot of money and the balloons start falling and they are screaming and hugging their families, that just gets the waterworks started for me!
5) i hate driving. hate it. love cities, hate having to get in my car to go to the store, to school, anywhere. i want to live in a place where it's easier to walk to take public transportation then drive. and now i have to drive to rochester. blech. thanks for reading!
1) i get drunk off of one beer. during the summers i can usually work my tolerance up to two, but in general, i'm a one-drink kind of girl. three, and i'm at where most people are at five. five, and well, let's just say that i have to have a whole day scheduled for recovery.
2) i am not really from new york city. despite what my permanent address says in the cim handbook, and what i told everyone when i got to school freshman year, i grew up in the burbs. yes i did live in queens for 8 years, and then go to a pre-college one-day a week program in the city but i conceed, i am a suburbs girl, and my formative years were filled with drives to the mall like everyone else. i guess that's why i don't have an accent anymore.
3) i love books! love them. the smell, the feel, getting lost in one. i cried out of awe and happiness when i saw the amounts of books stacked up at powell's books in portland, oregon. when i get into a good book, i know i'm not going to get enough sleep or practicing in so i have to be careful when i start books. i started dave egger's how we are hungry two nights before my recital and was up until wee hours of the morning both nights.
4) i am sensitive. i take people's speech and actions very seriously and get offended very easily and usually am not afraid to let them know. it's something i'm working on. i also cry at the weirdest times. you can also look up to number three to validate this one. i cry when i watch game shows. if someone wins a lot of money and the balloons start falling and they are screaming and hugging their families, that just gets the waterworks started for me!
5) i hate driving. hate it. love cities, hate having to get in my car to go to the store, to school, anywhere. i want to live in a place where it's easier to walk to take public transportation then drive. and now i have to drive to rochester. blech. thanks for reading!
posted by Palm Beach Suzuki at Wednesday, December 21, 2005
3 Comments:
You were born in NYC, so you do come from NYC. Both of your parents were born in NYC, as well as both grandparents on my side. So that makes you a bonafide dyed in the wool New Yorker, as well as a Yankee Doodle (3rd generation American).
Both of your parents cry easily. We cried tears of joy together. At least I thought it was joy. Anyway, I can cry at a sappy commercial on TV, always cry at that makeover house TV show where peoples lives get changed. I cried reading the Palm Beach Post about turtles that got buried alive for a WalMart here in FL left to die a slow death and I will never walk into a WalMart again. Ever.
But, my most predictable blubbering occurs every time I hear you or Jon playing beautiful music. Or at the wonder of a broadway show. Or in front of great beauty in a museum. Holding my granddaughter Izabel, and grand niece Elana and grandnephew Ethan for the first time. Each one.
Sorry, Jo, you got the sappy gene from both sides. The sensitive gene from me, but I promise this gets better as you age and realize that most people don't give you that much thought, positive or negative. Cynical, but true.
Drive carefully to Rochester and pick an amazing bow; you deserve it.
Jon, since you brought up the most famous misfit of your childhood, i have been thinking that i gave you really bad advice as a child. if someone picks on you, you should beat the crap out of them. preferably in front of other people who will then shiver with fear when you approach. nonviolence doesn't work with bullies.
what, me worry? never. love you and can't wait to see you. ps-we have furniture!!!!!
my blog comments are OUT OF CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! merry freakin christmas....dan's family lot me a hannukah pointsetta
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