silly survey. (remember those?)

Because one day my children will care what I was like as a teenager.



Favorite Color: Yellow!

Favorite Albums: Far by Regina Spektor, Boys & Girls by Ingrid Michaelson, Begin to Hope by Regina Spektor, Re-Arrange Us by Mates of State, Vampire Weekend by Vampire Weekend, Coco by Colbie Caillat

Favorite Author (overall): Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar, Ariel, The Colossus, Johnny Panic, Poems)

Favorite Novelist: Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything is Illuminated, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)

Favorite Flower: Tulips & Daisies

Favorite Food: Boneless Buffalo Wings, Danish Wedding Cookies, Instant Coffee

Ringtone: Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley

Things I am Obsessed With: Singing, Poetry, People, Ballet, Musicals, Hello Kitty, Foreign Countries/ Foreign Languages, Children, Flowers, Baby Names, Buttons, Notebooks, Cardigans, Postcrossing, Fashion Magazines, Writing, Reading, Music, Anthropologie, my Chacos, Grammar, Band-Aids, Listerine Pocket Spray

Things I Severely Dislike: Vanity, People who Superfluously Honk Car Horns, Mosquito Bites, Elevators, Parking Garages, People-Users, Faux Fur, Real Fur, Degradation of the English Language by Apathetic and/or Linguistically Deficient Americans, Maneaters, Goat Cheese, Uncomfortable Shoes

Favorite Part of Me: Optimism.

Least Favorite Part of Me: Shyness, and my Feet!

My Car: 2003 Navy-Blue Nissan Maxima. REPRESENT! :)

If I Had to Get a Tattoo: I would get a star of David or a smiley face on that stretchy skin where your thumb meets your wrist.

Scars: One on my knee from playing Marco Polo on the rocks in kindergarten.

Bad Habits: Biting my nails! Sucking my thumb when sleeping in unfamiliar places...

Three Most Important Things: God. Humans. Loving/Serving both.

Human of the Year: My mother.

Nostalgia: The smell of hand sanitizer reminds me of pre-school, and Patsy Cline reminds me of listening to old country music with Meemee. Steak with peas reminds me of how me and Meemee used to eat that every Monday after school when she picked me up from the bus, and how I would sit on the floor and pretend to be some exotic animal; and we would watch the Price is Right. Orange creamsicles remind me of beautiful carefree summers at Meemee's house telling stories out loud to myself while bouncing a ball against the brick wall or riding bikes in the driveway, and mall-walking, and watching Step by Step. Fur reminds me of my mother's mammoth black mink coat that I used to hide in, and when she would pick me up from Meemee's at night, I'd smell the coldness of the outside air in its musky cleanness. I wish I could re-arrange that house just the way it was back then, and live one more day in the beautiful simplicity I somehow carried around in my chest. But we've remodeled it now, of course; and Meemee isn't my Meemee anymore.

Bedtime?: 9:00 on school nights; 10:00 on the weekends. My body wakes me up at 8 every morning, unfortunately, without my consent.

If You Could Learn Ten Languages Overnight...: French, German, Italian, Hebrew, Greek, Russian, Czech, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi

Future Potential Careers: Teacher or Professor of either English or Music or Foreign Language, or Obstetric Nurse. But definately Mother.