At the ripe age of 21, I graduated college and decided to spend my summer vagabonding in Ghana and Europe before I sold my soul to the law school beat. It was a great trip and I did a lot of it by myself. Some of that alone time was in Dublin, Ireland. I stayed in a super cool hostel with all the other super cools doing the young people things. The bathrooms had these super cool door symbols that were just a black outline of a pair of tightie whities. I was so super cool, I thought it was a gender-neutral bathroom because I wore tightie whities all the time. It was decidedly NOT a gender neutral. It was for the boys. As in, not for girls like me. I tried waiting it out in the stall for 15 minutes but the boys just kept coming. I finally pulled my tightie whities/pants up real quick and made a dash for it. Made it all the back to my room but couldn't get in because I had left the key in the men's room.
In high school/Freshman Yr. of college, I dated my first ever real boyfriend (a not imaginary one). We stayed together for like a year and half or something. During that time, this boy thing was kind enough to take me to Japan. He was also kind enough to play into my deluded vision of becoming an above average long-boarder and bought me a Japanese long board. I loved that thing. Rode around everywhere and shocked consciouses all over Japan. One night, I was scooting my way along a dirt road beside a ravine-like-thing (RLT) that had a creek at the bottom. I scooted way ahead of my companions because I'm super cool. I then proceeded to mysteriously and inexplicably wipe-out (it's hard to imagine because I was so skilled). The beloved long board shot up into the air at an impressive height, rolled all way down the RLT, teetered at the edge over the creek, then plummeted into the icy water. My companions caught up to me and were very confused about why I was at the bottom a ravine yelling at a creek. I ended up going into the water to retrieve the board, brought it back to the States with me, and had it stolen while I was at University.
Traversed on down to South America once. My friend thought it would be a GREAT idea to spend FOUR days crossing the Bolivian salt flats to get to Chile in the middle of their winter (our summer). It actually was a good idea. Beautiful. Stunning. Never seen so many stars. It was also butt-ass cold and we spent most of the time in the car. At night we stayed in unheated huts in the middle of nowhere with several blankets and plastic bags around our feet. On one of these nights, I started hearing booms and explosions. I logically concluded that unknown mercenaries were invading a hut in the middle of nowhere and prepared myself for battle by submerging myself in the blankets as far as I could go. When the inevitable doom did not arrive, I figured out that they were just shooting off fireworks.
I have lived a few stories Stateside as well but they aren't as exotic. Sorry for the length. I like irony.
Currently reading Infinite Jest.
Movies: Shakespeare In Love, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Forest Gump, Tangled, How to Train Your Dragon, Little Miss Sunshine.
TV Shows: Peaky Blinders, Community, How I Met Your Mother, Breaking Bad, Scrubs.
Food: ALL OF IT. Except I hate Cheese.
2. My lacrosse stick
4. The outdoors
6. My family
Usually just day dreaming.