I've got a new job, will soon have a new apartment, and a new understanding of what I want out of life. I've always focused on making a successful career, but it doesn't mean much if you don't have someone to share it with.
When I grow up, I want to be either an unstoppable force or an immovable object.
Or a Jedi. That'd be sweet.
I powerbomb Excel sheets like Ric Flair.
I'm awesome at Fantasy Football. It's my team that sucks.
I'm also between 6'1" and 6'5", depending on the convenience store that I'm fleeing.
I'm all over the place with movies, but I like all the staples (Shawshank, Die Hard, Mel Brooks, etc.) and some more indie-type ones (A History of Violence, Donnie Darko). The Princess Bride, The Godfather, Thank You for Smoking, This Is The End, Harold and Maude, Star Wars, Star Trek, The Pursuit of Happyness, Don Jon, Blow, Kill Bill, Milk, Ernest Goes to Camp.
I dig HBO, Netflix (House of Cards, OITNB), documentaries, and British TV. I despise reality shows (except for semi-educational ones like Pawn Stars) and most primetime network television. Aaron Sorkin is pretty much the man.
When I'm studying or working, I like Edith Piaf. Otherwise, I'm into singer-songwriters, classic rock, jazz, Motown, blues, some 90's stuff, and gypsy punk. Pandora knows what I want.
Onions are gross. I lie at restaurants sometimes and tell the waiter I'm allergic, just to make sure they don't put any in my food.
Diet Coke/TaB/Dr. Pepper 10. [Edit: I've developed a taste for the generic pop they sell at Aldi's. It's like all three mixed together.]
MATHS! I WANT ALL THE MATHS!
Board games with old friends.
Late coffee nights at Eat n' Park with old friends.
Road trips, especially spontaneous ones.
Fresh baked bread.
My favorite Union Jack socks.
Don't tell me how many favorite things to have, website.
Have you ever noticed that the Hulk's shirts always get ripped to pieces, and yet his pants always stay right in place? What's up with that? Is he wearing sweats or something?
I'm hyper-competitive when it comes to board games. I might even do the Dirty Bird in your face when I win Settlers of Catan. Please don't take it personally; it's just the song of my people.
I have a thing for 80's dance music. It's bad. Real bad. In fact, it's this bad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=355Fk8drgZE
I do not know who most pop stars are. I had no idea who Robin Thicke was or what he was famous for before he was assaulted onstage by the ogre that ate Billy Ray Cyrus' poor daughter.
Who the hell is Drake?
There are three films (and only three films) that bring me close to tears. The end of Brian's Song, the first ten minutes of UP!, and the part where Jim Brown gets shot in The Dirty Dozen.
AARP sent me a membership card when I turned 25. They mush have access to my Pandora mix.