Ooooh! Meme! Alya tagged me, and that makes me feel all kinds of special.
I probably shouldn't fill this out right now or even type in my blog at all for that matter because, well, last night I did not go to sleep. I didn't even attempt to go to sleep. I do Sudoku right before bed until my eyes droop. That way I'm not lying in bed with my thoughts. Well, I just kept doing Sudoku and reached a point in time when it would have been worse to fall asleep because I had to be at work at 4 AM. So I worked for six hours on NO SLEEP. I almost threw up and felt sick the whole time. Then I went home and got ready for my other job. I left that one early because I started to feel the stress. I took a nap. I felt like shit when I woke up almost three hours later. So yeah. I'm not fully here nor there, but whatever.
On with the meme!
The Rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules in your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they've been tagged.
Unspectacular? That's going to be hard because everything about me screams spectacular.
...what a great word "spectacular". One might even call it spectacular.
...I could say it all day.
...it would make a good theater warm-up.
1. I like to read about things and then talk about them. That may not seem like a quirk, but I read the most random things, like stuff on quantum physics, stuff on types of herbs and their medicinal uses, movie trivia, and business stuff. People usually just nod and smile and say "cool" as I talk about things I know nothing about.
2. I say "excuse me" when I burp and am alone.
3. I sleep in a full size bed but only sleep on one side. The other side is taken up by my giant teddy bear, a small teddy bear that I have had since I was three, and a duckie with the cutest butt you've ever seen whom I give reassuring hugs to every time he gets kicked off the bed accidentally.
4. I have a really bad tendency to start but never finish things like all of my novels, screenplays, hobbies, business ideas, websites, art projects, etc. For instance I bought a sewing machine last year, and it has been sitting on my desk gathering dust just like all the art supplies I bought when I felt inspired to paint that one month two years ago.
5. I'm a messy person who likes to organize. My organization comes in spurts and has to give me instant gratification. I'm very good at organizing but not maintenance.
6. I love stickers and stickering things. There are stickers on a lot of my stuff including my laptop, phone, flash drives, tv, remotes, etc. I think it's more because I like to personalize things, and stickers are the easiest way to go about doing that.
I tag every person who reads this! I don't want to single people out especially since I tend to single out the people who are least likely to do the meme, so I leave it up to you.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Some random memories about bathrooms and slippers.
Deutlich and I are trying to cure each other of our blogger's block, so we exchanged topics to write about. For me, she asked about my absolute best memory evah! Although she also said she was originally going to ask me about my angriest but wanted to keep it positive. I'm going to do both. It'll create a nice balance.
Ok, I'm sure it goes without saying that the memories I write about here probably are not the absolute best and worst because it's hard to pick out the best and I'm sure I have blocked out the worst. But let's proceed...
This is just one of my better memories that I'm willing to share. I figured I would choose a funny one because it's still too early to get all sweet and awww with you people. It was Halloween. I was working at the bookstore. My coworkers and I joked around a lot, so it was a pretty casual environment. My assistant manager, who is still my friend, was a huge goofball and would make many inappropriate hilarious jokes. My manager was in the bathroom doing something like washing her hands or getting something (the lockers and cleaning supplies were in the bathroom). I walked in probably to wash my hands (because I do that a lot). My assistant manager is standing outside the bathroom putting away stock, and he sees us and walks in. He closes the door and says, "I want to show you guys something." I see that he's about to turn off the light, and I freak out and run out of the bathroom and start laughing. The other employees who were standing in the back room see this and ask what the hell happened. In my mind, I thought he was going to do some "Bloody Mary" type thing, which I hate, and that's why I screamed and ran out of the bathroom. My manager and coworkers kept laughing about it because they thought I had run out thinking he was going to do something perverted. It turned out he just wanted to show us his glow-in-the-dark t-shirt.
Usually I don't get angry. When I get upset, it's usually just sadness or frustration. I'd say 10% of my negative emotion is anger. So one of my angriest moments was when I was about ten years old. I'm very particular, and I like things a certain way. Yes, I'm high maintenance. Also, I'm a Pisces, so footwear matters a lot to me. I love slippers. At the moment I have a pair of Cookie Monster slippers (I had a picture of them up in a previous entry), and a pair of fuzzy red slippers (which I am actually wearing as I type this). When it comes to sneakers and slippers and boots, after a few times of wearing them, they mold to your feet. When someone else puts them on and stretches them out, there is a notable difference, and they are no longer the same molded comfy shoe you love. They are tainted. This is how picky I am when it comes to footwear.
I had these duckie slippers. I loved them. They were kind of falling apart, but they fit my feet like a glove, and I had grown attached to them. Don't ask me why, but one day my brother decided to put barbecue sauce in them. Not as a prank. He was just sitting there watching television, my slippers were on the floor near him, and some packets of barbecue sauce were on the table next to him. What was the point? I have no idea, but he did it. I got so pissed. Also, I have really good nails, always have. They grow really fast and strong. They are my main weapon against my brother, so yes, because he barbecued my duckie slippers, I slashed him with my finger nails.
I had an extremely short temper as a child, but most people wouldn't know it because I was very quiet and shy and sweet. But I'm overly sensitive, so while I am easily amused, I'm also easily upset. It does seem silly now, but why the fuck did he have to barbecue my precious duckie slippers?
Ok, I'm sure it goes without saying that the memories I write about here probably are not the absolute best and worst because it's hard to pick out the best and I'm sure I have blocked out the worst. But let's proceed...
LOL!
This is just one of my better memories that I'm willing to share. I figured I would choose a funny one because it's still too early to get all sweet and awww with you people. It was Halloween. I was working at the bookstore. My coworkers and I joked around a lot, so it was a pretty casual environment. My assistant manager, who is still my friend, was a huge goofball and would make many inappropriate hilarious jokes. My manager was in the bathroom doing something like washing her hands or getting something (the lockers and cleaning supplies were in the bathroom). I walked in probably to wash my hands (because I do that a lot). My assistant manager is standing outside the bathroom putting away stock, and he sees us and walks in. He closes the door and says, "I want to show you guys something." I see that he's about to turn off the light, and I freak out and run out of the bathroom and start laughing. The other employees who were standing in the back room see this and ask what the hell happened. In my mind, I thought he was going to do some "Bloody Mary" type thing, which I hate, and that's why I screamed and ran out of the bathroom. My manager and coworkers kept laughing about it because they thought I had run out thinking he was going to do something perverted. It turned out he just wanted to show us his glow-in-the-dark t-shirt.
I am so angry.
Usually I don't get angry. When I get upset, it's usually just sadness or frustration. I'd say 10% of my negative emotion is anger. So one of my angriest moments was when I was about ten years old. I'm very particular, and I like things a certain way. Yes, I'm high maintenance. Also, I'm a Pisces, so footwear matters a lot to me. I love slippers. At the moment I have a pair of Cookie Monster slippers (I had a picture of them up in a previous entry), and a pair of fuzzy red slippers (which I am actually wearing as I type this). When it comes to sneakers and slippers and boots, after a few times of wearing them, they mold to your feet. When someone else puts them on and stretches them out, there is a notable difference, and they are no longer the same molded comfy shoe you love. They are tainted. This is how picky I am when it comes to footwear.
I had these duckie slippers. I loved them. They were kind of falling apart, but they fit my feet like a glove, and I had grown attached to them. Don't ask me why, but one day my brother decided to put barbecue sauce in them. Not as a prank. He was just sitting there watching television, my slippers were on the floor near him, and some packets of barbecue sauce were on the table next to him. What was the point? I have no idea, but he did it. I got so pissed. Also, I have really good nails, always have. They grow really fast and strong. They are my main weapon against my brother, so yes, because he barbecued my duckie slippers, I slashed him with my finger nails.
I had an extremely short temper as a child, but most people wouldn't know it because I was very quiet and shy and sweet. But I'm overly sensitive, so while I am easily amused, I'm also easily upset. It does seem silly now, but why the fuck did he have to barbecue my precious duckie slippers?
Friday, March 14, 2008
Happy Pi Day!
Here on the East Coast of the United States, it is after midnight; therefore, it is officially Pi Day. Instead of making an entry about the delicious baked pastry, I'm going to be a total nerd and discuss math. Yes, math.
Apparently when I was really little, maybe like four or five, my dad randomly asked me what nine plus five is, and immediately I said fourteen. He asked me how I got the answer so quickly (without having to write anything down). I said that nine is one less than ten, and five is one more than four, and ten plus four (which is easy to add in your head) is fourteen. I know, such a roundabout way of coming up with the sum of two numbers, but this showed my dad I have a weird knack for math.
In high school, my friend and I tried to start a math club. It didn't happen. Not enough interest from other students.
I would have been a math major in college if it hadn't been for AP Calculus my senior year of high school. That shit was boring. It was the same formula with different values over and over. Zzzz.
AP Calculus was the only AP test I got a three on. My other three AP tests I got a two. Math was the only subject that required a four for credit. All the others only needed a three. Boo.
In addition to Astrology, I love Numerology. Ok, that's not math, but it's numbers.
I set my clock about 25 minutes fast, so every morning I wake up having to do some mathematical calculations in my head in order to determine how many more times I can hit the snooze button. I thought having to do math would wake me up a little bit, but it has become second nature.
People say they like math because you can't argue math solutions. On an extra credit problem on a quiz I had in Pre-Calculus, I actually did argue my answer...though to be fair it had nothing to do with math, but we argued about farms. Let's just say I made it a goal to have a dog farm, build a circular fence around it, and fly my teacher in a helicopter over it and be like, "See?! There are circular fences on farms! I was right! You were wrong! In your face! I am the queen of functions!!!" And then I would reflect on my sorry life and jump out of the helicopter because I just said "queen of functions".
Apparently when I was really little, maybe like four or five, my dad randomly asked me what nine plus five is, and immediately I said fourteen. He asked me how I got the answer so quickly (without having to write anything down). I said that nine is one less than ten, and five is one more than four, and ten plus four (which is easy to add in your head) is fourteen. I know, such a roundabout way of coming up with the sum of two numbers, but this showed my dad I have a weird knack for math.
In high school, my friend and I tried to start a math club. It didn't happen. Not enough interest from other students.
I would have been a math major in college if it hadn't been for AP Calculus my senior year of high school. That shit was boring. It was the same formula with different values over and over. Zzzz.
AP Calculus was the only AP test I got a three on. My other three AP tests I got a two. Math was the only subject that required a four for credit. All the others only needed a three. Boo.
In addition to Astrology, I love Numerology. Ok, that's not math, but it's numbers.
I set my clock about 25 minutes fast, so every morning I wake up having to do some mathematical calculations in my head in order to determine how many more times I can hit the snooze button. I thought having to do math would wake me up a little bit, but it has become second nature.
People say they like math because you can't argue math solutions. On an extra credit problem on a quiz I had in Pre-Calculus, I actually did argue my answer...though to be fair it had nothing to do with math, but we argued about farms. Let's just say I made it a goal to have a dog farm, build a circular fence around it, and fly my teacher in a helicopter over it and be like, "See?! There are circular fences on farms! I was right! You were wrong! In your face! I am the queen of functions!!!" And then I would reflect on my sorry life and jump out of the helicopter because I just said "queen of functions".
Monday, February 18, 2008
The penguins are doing it, so why can't we?
You can read the full article here, but here's the gist of it: The book is called And Tango Makes Three. A parent complained that it was pushing a gay agenda and asked that it be banned. A committee said, "Whatever, bitch, don't get your panties in a twist." The parent appealed. The next committee said, "You better check yourself you fear mongering parent who can't take responsibility for your own child and must get authorities involved to also tell other parents what to do." Then the Superintendent said, "I'm the boss here, and I hate gays, too, so buh-bye book!" Other parents in Loudoun County were all, "Censorship bad!!!" But there is no system in place to allow them to ask that the book be put back on the shelves.
Yeah, you like my summarizing skills?
I totally want to read this book now and had never heard of these penguins. Thank you, crazy homophobic parent, for getting the word out on this book. I appreciate it.
The book is based on a true story of Roy and Silo, two male penguins at NYC's Central Park Zoo. They become penguin partners, and when all the other penguins start making babies, they want to as well, so they get an egg-shaped rock and try to hatch it. One of the zoo staff sees this and gives them an actual fertilized egg to hatch and take care of. The two dads and baby girl are still at the zoo being their adorable selves. I think it's very heartwarming, and anyone who sees something wrong with that beautiful story has something wrong with themselves.
I think if a child read that story, and then you told them, "Penguins choose one penguin and spend the rest of their lives together. Could you imagine if the zoo people didn't approve of two male penguins being mates and they separated them? The penguins would probably become very sad and miss their friend." The child would probably ask why the zoo people would do such a thing. What would you say?
I think now is a good time to tell my reason why I feel so strongly about GLBT rights. It's actually quite simple. When I was a very little baconyum and I first learned that some couples are two men or two women, I didn't really think much of it. I wasn't surprised. It made total sense to me. Why wouldn't there be couples of two men or two women? What's your point??? Then when I learned that there are people who hate them for it and even kill them for it, that's the part I didn't understand. That's the part that enfuriated me and saddened me and made me question good vs. evil.
Children don't need to be taught love, kindness, and acceptance. They are born with it. But somehow children are taught to hate and become narrowminded and judgmental. One of my professors in college was chatting with us one day and was talking about his son. Across the street lived a gay couple. His son asked him, "Why aren't they married?" And my professor said to us, "Wow. Now that's being openminded." And I thought, 'Yes. It's called being a child.' Trust me. People aren't born hating people.
Yeah, you like my summarizing skills?
I totally want to read this book now and had never heard of these penguins. Thank you, crazy homophobic parent, for getting the word out on this book. I appreciate it.
The book is based on a true story of Roy and Silo, two male penguins at NYC's Central Park Zoo. They become penguin partners, and when all the other penguins start making babies, they want to as well, so they get an egg-shaped rock and try to hatch it. One of the zoo staff sees this and gives them an actual fertilized egg to hatch and take care of. The two dads and baby girl are still at the zoo being their adorable selves. I think it's very heartwarming, and anyone who sees something wrong with that beautiful story has something wrong with themselves.
I think if a child read that story, and then you told them, "Penguins choose one penguin and spend the rest of their lives together. Could you imagine if the zoo people didn't approve of two male penguins being mates and they separated them? The penguins would probably become very sad and miss their friend." The child would probably ask why the zoo people would do such a thing. What would you say?
I think now is a good time to tell my reason why I feel so strongly about GLBT rights. It's actually quite simple. When I was a very little baconyum and I first learned that some couples are two men or two women, I didn't really think much of it. I wasn't surprised. It made total sense to me. Why wouldn't there be couples of two men or two women? What's your point??? Then when I learned that there are people who hate them for it and even kill them for it, that's the part I didn't understand. That's the part that enfuriated me and saddened me and made me question good vs. evil.
Children don't need to be taught love, kindness, and acceptance. They are born with it. But somehow children are taught to hate and become narrowminded and judgmental. One of my professors in college was chatting with us one day and was talking about his son. Across the street lived a gay couple. His son asked him, "Why aren't they married?" And my professor said to us, "Wow. Now that's being openminded." And I thought, 'Yes. It's called being a child.' Trust me. People aren't born hating people.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Baconyum for Supreme Ruler! 2020!
Just one more political post to round out the others. Because when someone has laid their cards out on the table, it's automatic for us to go, "Oh, well, I can do better..." So for my imaginary platform...
baconyum on...
Education: All elementary education will be montessori. Middle school will be optional while you get your hormones in check. More vocational options will be available for those who want to pursue a trade.
Guns: The people who shouldn't have them know how to get them, so gun control is a bit futile. Of course, it won't be some gun free for all. That would be friggin' anarchy!
Drugs: There is no war on drugs at the moment, only a smackdown on drug users and dealers. We're a capitalist nation. Bring that shit into the economy, tax it, and let the hardworking citizens get their bake on at the end of the day.
War: What is it good for?
Abortion: Just the fact that this is so highly under debate shows just how sad and just how divided society has become. I'm talking about both sides because both sides have people who think they are undeniably right. Read up on some philosophy and ethics and open your mind. If you're smart, you'll see moral issues never have clear cut right and wrong answers. My answers to the issue of abortion: better and universal health care for everyone, streamlining adoption and fostercare, increasing sex education and classes about pregnancy and parenthood, free immediate counseling, and making the whole topic of sex, pregnancy, and all that jazz less taboo so people don't feel the need to hide that they are sexually active by hiding the evidence with an abortion. Oh, and they would stay legal because there are many more reasons women choose to have abortions other than being a knocked up teenager. Reasons you couldn't possibly even begin to imagine, and the last thing they need is for someone to judge them for making a decision that they never thought they would have to make. (And did I once say I was pro-abortion? No, because I'm not. There is a difference between pro-choice and pro-abortion, and just saying, "No, there's not," isn't really an argument. Try again.)
Da Gays: Equal. Rights. Period.
Marriage: I would take marriage out of our political and legal system. It would be purely spiritual and of course for celebratory reasons because sometimes weddings are a lot of fun. Our government rewards people who get married with special tax breaks and spousal privileges. That needs to stop. Single people have rights, too. As long as there are tabloid celebrities, there will be no sanctity of marriage.
Death Penalty: Against it. Moving on...
Immigration: "It does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty!"
Environment: I would fully fund a project where scientists discovered a clean burning fuel that didn't harm the environment but filled the air in our country with Amortentia*, so we could always smell what we love and be in a happy loving mood. If everyone is shiny, happy, it'll be much easier to be SUPREME RULER! 2020!
So what is your imaginary platform?
(Oh, and I am a bit judgmental, so if part of your platform is eating California Cheesebugers**, please don't share.)
*You Potterheads will get that. *wink*
**Old Simpsons episode. Maybe if you Google it, you'll get it.
baconyum on...
Education: All elementary education will be montessori. Middle school will be optional while you get your hormones in check. More vocational options will be available for those who want to pursue a trade.
Guns: The people who shouldn't have them know how to get them, so gun control is a bit futile. Of course, it won't be some gun free for all. That would be friggin' anarchy!
Drugs: There is no war on drugs at the moment, only a smackdown on drug users and dealers. We're a capitalist nation. Bring that shit into the economy, tax it, and let the hardworking citizens get their bake on at the end of the day.
War: What is it good for?
Abortion: Just the fact that this is so highly under debate shows just how sad and just how divided society has become. I'm talking about both sides because both sides have people who think they are undeniably right. Read up on some philosophy and ethics and open your mind. If you're smart, you'll see moral issues never have clear cut right and wrong answers. My answers to the issue of abortion: better and universal health care for everyone, streamlining adoption and fostercare, increasing sex education and classes about pregnancy and parenthood, free immediate counseling, and making the whole topic of sex, pregnancy, and all that jazz less taboo so people don't feel the need to hide that they are sexually active by hiding the evidence with an abortion. Oh, and they would stay legal because there are many more reasons women choose to have abortions other than being a knocked up teenager. Reasons you couldn't possibly even begin to imagine, and the last thing they need is for someone to judge them for making a decision that they never thought they would have to make. (And did I once say I was pro-abortion? No, because I'm not. There is a difference between pro-choice and pro-abortion, and just saying, "No, there's not," isn't really an argument. Try again.)
Da Gays: Equal. Rights. Period.
Marriage: I would take marriage out of our political and legal system. It would be purely spiritual and of course for celebratory reasons because sometimes weddings are a lot of fun. Our government rewards people who get married with special tax breaks and spousal privileges. That needs to stop. Single people have rights, too. As long as there are tabloid celebrities, there will be no sanctity of marriage.
Death Penalty: Against it. Moving on...
Immigration: "It does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty!"
Environment: I would fully fund a project where scientists discovered a clean burning fuel that didn't harm the environment but filled the air in our country with Amortentia*, so we could always smell what we love and be in a happy loving mood. If everyone is shiny, happy, it'll be much easier to be SUPREME RULER! 2020!
So what is your imaginary platform?
(Oh, and I am a bit judgmental, so if part of your platform is eating California Cheesebugers**, please don't share.)
*You Potterheads will get that. *wink*
**Old Simpsons episode. Maybe if you Google it, you'll get it.
Monday, January 14, 2008
What's in a name? Um...
I just signed up for a del.icio.us account. We'll see if it's as necessary as some people say it is. (Then again everyone told me to get MSN messenger because "AIM is stupid, everyone has MSN, just switch already!" Um...it was a waste of hard drive space.)
Hooray! Atonement won the Golden Globe for Best Picture (Drama)! As for the rest of the winners...whatever. Boo.
Also, I've been thinking...I should really change the name I use when making comments and entries (and on 20Somethings). Why? It always seems weird to me to type in "Um...Yum!" in the "name" field. What name has ellipses and an exclamation point? Um...mine! Also, I think of Annyong from "Arrested Development". "Hello." "Annyong!" Not that it's a bad thing.
Hm...opinions?
Yes, it really is. I'm obsessed with names. Always have been. I changed livejournals so much, and each time I gave great thought to my new username. Same with e-mails. Even real names! It took me forever to decide what name to put on my acting headshot (I ended up going with my full name, middle name included). I wanted to go by my middle and last name for my photography, but it turns out it does bother me that people can't pronounce my middle name. I've come up with soooo many children's names over the years...since I was a child. I think that's why I want to have five, so I have a lot of them to name. I name everything: my stuffed animals, laptop, cameras, car, phones, etc. I even name other people's stuff. Although I haven't named body parts ever, but one time when I accidentally poured scolding hot cream of broccoli soup on my left hand and got a second degree burn (I should have sued), I named the gigantic blister that formed. His name was Benvolio...I think.
I don't know where my obsession with names came from. I try not be about labels (like putting labels on one's sexuality), though I guess in Astrology it's nothing but labels (Pisces!). In Wicca, they don't recognize the name for the Christian devil or recognize any name for evil because to name something is to give it power. A book I really like is Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. The title character goes through phases where she goes by a new name, whichever name she thinks is her at the time.
I really like names with the letter y. I'm glad I'm not a Silvia. Who needs two i's when you can have a y? Whenever I write stories, and one of the characters is kind of based on me, I give her a name with a y. The exception is when a name is extremely common and ends in a y; in which case, I like it better when it's spelled with an i. My laptop's name is Kennedi (yeah, that's not an extremely common name, but whatever).
I hate my last name. Half of Earth's population has my last name. I'm sure you can guess it now. I like my boyfriend's last name. It has a z in it, although I don't know quite how to pronounce it, and I don't think he does either. His first name though is almost as common as my last name. Well, maybe not. I think Mike, John, and David are way more common. Bible names. His is a Bible name, too.
I didn't think my name was that common, but then when I went to get my learner's permit, there were two other Sylvias at the DMV at the same time. There is someone in the same area as me with the same first and last name. If you google my first and last name, you will get many different people, and none of them are me...especially the blonde white porn chick...unfortunately.
(This was supposed to be a short entry about my del.icio.us account...but I'm a Pisces, and we go with the flow, and my flow is very wordy at the moment.)
Where did baconyum come from? My best friend whom I've known the longest IMed me once with, "You're an enigma wrapped in bacon." It's my favourite quote (because it's about me, describes me perfectly, and includes bacon...yum!). The title of my blog is a question, hence the enigma part. So there you go. I told you I put a lot of thought into names.
I'm also into Numerology, so I believe that what you name your baby matters. Also, the name you use in Numerology is the name that is on your birth certificate, so if they wrote "baby girl" or "baby boy" that is what you use because it will be more accurate than the name you got later. Then again, some Numerologists believe you go by the name you go by at the time, so if your name changes, you will, too. I don't really agree with that. I do agree with the birth certificate thing.
My friend Jenny is in my phone as Nifer because I said that there are too many Jens and Jennys (there were about five in the theater department at the time, although I think one of them was a Jennie, but that doesn't make a difference). How come nobody shortens it to Nifer? Kind of like guys who go by Topher, which makes me think of gophers.
Hooray! Atonement won the Golden Globe for Best Picture (Drama)! As for the rest of the winners...whatever. Boo.
Also, I've been thinking...I should really change the name I use when making comments and entries (and on 20Somethings). Why? It always seems weird to me to type in "Um...Yum!" in the "name" field. What name has ellipses and an exclamation point? Um...mine! Also, I think of Annyong from "Arrested Development". "Hello." "Annyong!" Not that it's a bad thing.
Hm...opinions?
- "Stick with Um...Yum! I think it's fun."
- "Stick with Um...Yum! It's too much effort to change, and I'll forget who you are."
- "Just change it to baconyum. I don't know why you just didn't use it in the first place."
- "Just change it to baconyum. Easy change, Better than Um...Yum!"
- "Just go with your real name for crying out loud!"
- "Really? Is this what you think about?"
Yes, it really is. I'm obsessed with names. Always have been. I changed livejournals so much, and each time I gave great thought to my new username. Same with e-mails. Even real names! It took me forever to decide what name to put on my acting headshot (I ended up going with my full name, middle name included). I wanted to go by my middle and last name for my photography, but it turns out it does bother me that people can't pronounce my middle name. I've come up with soooo many children's names over the years...since I was a child. I think that's why I want to have five, so I have a lot of them to name. I name everything: my stuffed animals, laptop, cameras, car, phones, etc. I even name other people's stuff. Although I haven't named body parts ever, but one time when I accidentally poured scolding hot cream of broccoli soup on my left hand and got a second degree burn (I should have sued), I named the gigantic blister that formed. His name was Benvolio...I think.
I don't know where my obsession with names came from. I try not be about labels (like putting labels on one's sexuality), though I guess in Astrology it's nothing but labels (Pisces!). In Wicca, they don't recognize the name for the Christian devil or recognize any name for evil because to name something is to give it power. A book I really like is Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli. The title character goes through phases where she goes by a new name, whichever name she thinks is her at the time.
I really like names with the letter y. I'm glad I'm not a Silvia. Who needs two i's when you can have a y? Whenever I write stories, and one of the characters is kind of based on me, I give her a name with a y. The exception is when a name is extremely common and ends in a y; in which case, I like it better when it's spelled with an i. My laptop's name is Kennedi (yeah, that's not an extremely common name, but whatever).
I hate my last name. Half of Earth's population has my last name. I'm sure you can guess it now. I like my boyfriend's last name. It has a z in it, although I don't know quite how to pronounce it, and I don't think he does either. His first name though is almost as common as my last name. Well, maybe not. I think Mike, John, and David are way more common. Bible names. His is a Bible name, too.
I didn't think my name was that common, but then when I went to get my learner's permit, there were two other Sylvias at the DMV at the same time. There is someone in the same area as me with the same first and last name. If you google my first and last name, you will get many different people, and none of them are me...especially the blonde white porn chick...unfortunately.
(This was supposed to be a short entry about my del.icio.us account...but I'm a Pisces, and we go with the flow, and my flow is very wordy at the moment.)
Where did baconyum come from? My best friend whom I've known the longest IMed me once with, "You're an enigma wrapped in bacon." It's my favourite quote (because it's about me, describes me perfectly, and includes bacon...yum!). The title of my blog is a question, hence the enigma part. So there you go. I told you I put a lot of thought into names.
I'm also into Numerology, so I believe that what you name your baby matters. Also, the name you use in Numerology is the name that is on your birth certificate, so if they wrote "baby girl" or "baby boy" that is what you use because it will be more accurate than the name you got later. Then again, some Numerologists believe you go by the name you go by at the time, so if your name changes, you will, too. I don't really agree with that. I do agree with the birth certificate thing.
My friend Jenny is in my phone as Nifer because I said that there are too many Jens and Jennys (there were about five in the theater department at the time, although I think one of them was a Jennie, but that doesn't make a difference). How come nobody shortens it to Nifer? Kind of like guys who go by Topher, which makes me think of gophers.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
What do you mean by that?
The other day at Job #1 I decided to try almond instead of my usual vanilla. I noticed on my cup, it said "ASL" (almond soy latte). I thought, 'That's so cool!' Then I realized, hey, I could spell my name (not in the correct order, unless I wanted to make a really complicated americano).
It's almost my name. I need a "y", but the only way to do that is to get Splenda in my drink (Splenda packets are yellow, so it's marked with a "y"), but I don't want to do that. I could just mark the decaf with a "y". Hm...
Now you people who don't know me in real life know my name. Unless you can't sort it out.
It's stupid things like this that occupy most of my thoughts. Maybe that's why when I told my manager my Astrological sign she went, "It all makes sense now!" She wouldn't elaborate, but she's a Gemini, so I'm going to take it as a bad thing.
In a couple of hours it is back to Job #2. They sent me home early from Job #1 today because it was rather slow. That's alright. I'm starting to get irritated with that job because of the rude customers. I'm hoping it'll go back to normal now. When I started, the rudeness was few and far between, but right around Christmas people started getting really nasty (and some were really nice). I really like most of the people I work with, but I can't take this area. I have been working retail around here for too long (well, lived in the general area my whole life).
I (hopefully) will be taking a trip to California with Steph at the end of January. I've never been to California, but I have a feeling I will love it, which may pose a problem because if I love it too much and want to move there...my boyfriend refuses to live in California. He is so sure it's going to break off and fall into the ocean or something. But I am so done with the East Coast (have been since I was five). Fuck graduate school. I need a new plan. A plan to get the hell out. Maybe that should be my New Year's resolution: get a plan to get the hell out.
As for my other New Year's resolution...yeah, that lasted 24 hours. This cheese and fruit plate thingie we sell was all messed up when we got it (some grapes were sticking out, but everything else was fine), so I marked it out...and ate some of it. I should have went for the fruit and only the fruit, but when there's a big piece of cheese, tender yummy creamy cheesy goodness cheese, who in their right mind would eat a slice of apple? I don't even like apples! Oh, but cheese...I love cheese.
Worst. Veggie. Ever!
But I'll still try to stick with the no meat thing. And probably no egg as well. But there's too much dairy around me. Also, just to make excuses and make myself feel justified in supporting the cruel dairy industry, my blood type is B, and Bs thrive on dairy. (And just in case you're interested, Os are the meat eaters, As are the vegetarians, and ABs are a very selective weird mixture.)
This entry was much longer than I intended. My bad. Thanks for reading it!
It's almost my name. I need a "y", but the only way to do that is to get Splenda in my drink (Splenda packets are yellow, so it's marked with a "y"), but I don't want to do that. I could just mark the decaf with a "y". Hm...
Now you people who don't know me in real life know my name. Unless you can't sort it out.
It's stupid things like this that occupy most of my thoughts. Maybe that's why when I told my manager my Astrological sign she went, "It all makes sense now!" She wouldn't elaborate, but she's a Gemini, so I'm going to take it as a bad thing.
In a couple of hours it is back to Job #2. They sent me home early from Job #1 today because it was rather slow. That's alright. I'm starting to get irritated with that job because of the rude customers. I'm hoping it'll go back to normal now. When I started, the rudeness was few and far between, but right around Christmas people started getting really nasty (and some were really nice). I really like most of the people I work with, but I can't take this area. I have been working retail around here for too long (well, lived in the general area my whole life).
I (hopefully) will be taking a trip to California with Steph at the end of January. I've never been to California, but I have a feeling I will love it, which may pose a problem because if I love it too much and want to move there...my boyfriend refuses to live in California. He is so sure it's going to break off and fall into the ocean or something. But I am so done with the East Coast (have been since I was five). Fuck graduate school. I need a new plan. A plan to get the hell out. Maybe that should be my New Year's resolution: get a plan to get the hell out.
As for my other New Year's resolution...yeah, that lasted 24 hours. This cheese and fruit plate thingie we sell was all messed up when we got it (some grapes were sticking out, but everything else was fine), so I marked it out...and ate some of it. I should have went for the fruit and only the fruit, but when there's a big piece of cheese, tender yummy creamy cheesy goodness cheese, who in their right mind would eat a slice of apple? I don't even like apples! Oh, but cheese...I love cheese.
Worst. Veggie. Ever!
But I'll still try to stick with the no meat thing. And probably no egg as well. But there's too much dairy around me. Also, just to make excuses and make myself feel justified in supporting the cruel dairy industry, my blood type is B, and Bs thrive on dairy. (And just in case you're interested, Os are the meat eaters, As are the vegetarians, and ABs are a very selective weird mixture.)
This entry was much longer than I intended. My bad. Thanks for reading it!
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