I Didn't Play With Barbies And Other Reasons I'm Not Cool

I didn't play with Barbies. Or any of those dolls that allow you to give them makeovers with play makeup or by cutting their hair. As a result, I'm cosmetically challenged and have suffered a series of bad haircuts. These are my confessions.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Little Known Facts About Me

Someone once told me I was an enigma. Thats no longer the case now that I reveal personal information about myself on the internet. Nevertheless, I'm including all of the embarassing things I've done and all of my guilty pleasures just to make you feel better about yourselves.

1) I idolize pre-Kabbalah Madonna. I have her "Immaculate Collection" CD and even dressed like her for Halloween. I get really annoyed when people sing her songs wrong. I'm lookin' at you, Spears.
2) My favorite 80's song is "Like A Prayer" by none other than Madonna although "With Or Without You" by U2, comes in at a close second.
3) I have a deep love for Mandy Moore. I've seen every Mandy Moore movie to date and even listen to some of her music. Seriously. I'm Mandy Moore's bitch.
4) I'm named after both my mom and dad. I used to resent them for giving me the most "redneck" name they could possibly conjure up. But then I heard Bruce Springsteen's "Bobbie Jean" and it wasn't so bad.
5) I was a huge X- files fan from 5th grade and throughout junior high, complete with alien memorabilia. You know that "I Want To Believe" poster Mulder had? I still want that.
6) When I was little I wanted to be a figure skater and dreamt about meeting Oksana Baul.
7) If my plans to be a journalist don't work out, I want to be a Kindergarten teacher.
8) I can do kickass impressions of Cher and Alanis Morissette.
9) I almost got a concussion when I was seven after I got hit in the head with a large piece of farm equipment that, ironically, I can't remember the name of now. Shut up. It didn't cause permanent damage.
10) I tend to cry at happy things more often than sad.
11) Every so often I become obsessed with something new in entertainment. Currently its cult tv shows.
12) I talk to (and about) myself. A lot.
13) I despise talking on the phone.
14) I am deathly afraid of birds.
15) Most of my friends wouldn't believe me, but I grew up extremely shy. The greater majority of my relatives didn't hear me speak until I was in the latter stages of elementary school. I'm still very shy around a lot of people.
16) This week, my favorite song is "Trouble Sleeping" by the Perishers.
17) I take that back. Its "We Used To Be Friends" by the Dandy Warhols.
18) I'm extremely indecisive.
19) I heart crossword puzzles.
20) I love to watch old episodes of Match Game on Game Show Network. Especially if Brett Somers is on it.

Now you can tell me some things about yourself. Include your favorite 80's songs if you wish. I want responses, dammit.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

ACT: Test from Hell

Remember that episode of Full House where DJ has to take her college entrance examination? She's so nervous about taking the test that she stays up until midnight studying and then falls asleep on top of her books. Cue dream sequence. The remainder of the episode takes you into her dream, or nightmare rather. She arrives to school late, only to find out that she has number #1 pencils instead of the necassary #2. She ends up not being able to complete the test and the class taunts her about having to go to a clown college. Oh, and Vannah White was her teacher although I never understood why.
I always think about that episode when someone mentions the ACT. Note: I watched way to much television as a child. (Does anyone else think of Stephanie Tanner's band when they hear that Ace of Base song, "The Sign?" No? It's just me then? Okay.)
The first two times I've taken the test weren't horrible. Today, well today was the ACT horror story to end all ACT horror stories.
I've always taken the test at NMCC. I don't really know why I started taking it there because I don't know the school at all. But someone told me that most of the Malden students were obnoxious punks so I just stuck with it. I got there on time but I couldn't find where to go in. It seemed that they had moved to another testing site and I fear change. I walked around for a little while trying to find the entrance but finally just gave up. I drove around to the back of the school. There it was. But I couldn't find a place to park. Without looking I put my car into reverse.
Thats when I hit it.
You know how when you do something really terrible you kind of close your eyes for a few seconds hoping that whatever just happened will voluntarily erase itself from ever happening? I did that for like, two minutes before I looked up and saw that I had bumped into the front of some dude's car.
I get out of the car and start appologizing profusely for the damage I thought I had just caused. Thankfully, his car was fine. And so was the owner if I remember correctly although I was really too shaken up to fully notice males. He was very nice about the whole incident, even though it was obviously my fault. On the other hand, my car hitting his is kind of like Liza Minelli beating up on David Guest, they're both kind of weak and ugly so no one seems to mind. I still felt bad though.
And I still had to go take a four hour test as if I hadn't just caused a potentially dangerous accident.
Take that DJ Tanner.

"I mean, you're better than that Corky kid and he's actually retarded. If there was a retarded Oscar you would win, hands down, kick his ass!" -- Natalie Portman in "Garden State"