I was born in Anaheim California, half of my childhood was spent in East LA, the other half in too many cities to list. About a week before my fourteenth birthday my mom decided to move us to Bloomington, Indiana. We drove. With four cats, a hamster, and a cocker spaniel named Spunky. In a four door sedan.
This town has been my home ever since. I dream often of leaving for anywhere West.
There's a 5 year old who follows me around while calling me 'mommy'. I can't seem to shake him. He expects me to feed him, read him a minimum of 5 books a night, make sure the temperature of his bath is perfect. I'm even expected to cut silly shapes out of his PB&Jelly sandwiches while we sing "It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time". I'm forced to take him swimming, to the library for more books, to playgrounds. I'm exposed to far too much Stuart Little and Curious George.
*That last statement isn't 100% accurate any longer but I can't bring myself to change it. He still does watch George every once in a while, but mostly it's Power Rangers (the original Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, I had no clue they were still making them. Screw these new guys), Batman, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (again the older series from the 80s). These, I can handle and happily watch with him.
When not chasing my own little curious monkey around the house, I'll pick up Dune that I've been trying to read since last July, remember that I can't get into it and go search for whatever book I got at the library earlier. Or I'll crank 90s Alternative on Pandora and bake something up while singing along to Pearl Jam, horribly.
Some things I like:
When the leaves change colors. Finally perfecting a frosting recipe. Bowling, but I'm the worst. Pool, if you thought my bowling sucked just wait until you see my attempt at playing pool. Driving too fast down the highway. Hiking, camping, swimming, and plenty of other outdoors shit. Drawing and watercolors. DIY stuff. Crafts. Stargazing. Picnics at the lake. Drive In movies. Sharing a bowl of popcorn while spending too much time trying to pick a movie on Netflix. Not being able to put a book down.
Learning to paint.
Rereading the Harry Potter series with the kid.
Doing other things and stuffs..
I have hair?
I'm on the taller side?
Obviously the six book trilogy that is known as The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
The Stand. Oz Books (Ozma of Oz usually). Ender's Game. Odd Thomas. 11/22/63.
Imma TV junkie.
LOST. EVERYTHING Joss Whedon. Walking Dead. Doctor Who. Supernatural (Mm Jensen). Dexter. BSG. American Horror Story. OITNB. Castle. Arrow. The Flash. Orphan Black. Misfits. Jericho. Weeds. Arrested Development. Futurama. Merlin. Sherlock. Haven. Random sitcoms. Archer. South Park. Frisky Dingo. Robot Chicken. iZombie.
Sense 8. Seriously, Netflix that shit.
Horror and comedy are favorite movie genres, and I love a good flick that can make me cry..which isn't hard. Example: I've watched the series finale of Lost probably about 20 times and still cry every time.
The Little Mermaid. Cabin in the Woods. Peter Sellers Pink Panther films. Love Actually. The Time Traveler's Wife. Peter Pan. Labyrinth. The Goonies. Half Baked. Hocus Pocus. Scary Movie 4. The Boondock Saints. Super Troopers.
I listen mostly to alternative, rock, punk, metal, some girly shit. I live for 90s music. I'll spare you another long ass list.
Why are there only 3 episodes of Sherlock per season?
When will this damn Zombie Apocalypse start?
Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man!
Will I ever get a sailboat?
Who shot the deputy?
Where should I move to?
Would I look good blonde?
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Whether that spider I just saw in my bathroom will come back or not...
Also, I can't whistle.
It took you less than 2 minutes to read all this, you could get a cupcake.
You're a mad man with a blue box that can travel through time and space. Seriously, my bag is packed.
You wanna share your zombie apocalypse plans.
You can teach me to throw knives.
Or wield a sword.
Or shoot a bow.
You will grant me three wishes.
Our enemy percentage is over 70, I'm in the market for a new arch nemesis.
You want to grab a bite at Milliways, I've heard the steaks are amazing.
You want to participate in the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. GISHWHES. Look it up.
You just found a million dollars on the ground and you could've sworn you just saw me drop it.
You like cats and wouldn't mind sleeping with kids.
I.....uh, think I messed that last one up. Well this is embarrassing..