I am not as computer literate as I sometimes wish.

[terrypurple73]

I, like Lauren and Elise, have made a list of 101 things about me. I did this yesterday. They are in no particular order. I would do that cute bold-print-link-to-opening-a-new-livejournal-window-thing, but I don't know how. So as to not take up a horrific amount of space, I will add them here as a comment. I am such a genius. :P

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I naturally have blond hair.
I dyed it red this winter.
I loved being a redhead, though now I am glad to be blond again. I’d missed it.
I am having terrific trouble with my spelling so far while I type this.
I am usually a very good speller.
Despite this, I think I asked Vicky how to spell something nearly every day this year.
In fourth grade, Jenny Garber and I were in level 2 fifth grade spelling. When we didn’t know what a word was, we would show it to each other, shrug at still not knowing what it was, and then spell it.
We pronounced “examine” as EX-uh-mine.
I really don’t miss fourth grade at all.
Sixth grade either.
I’d always looked forward to being twelve. Actually being twelve really wasn’t so hot.
I had very happy years when I was in middle school.
For a class this past semester (a class I really and truly loved), I wrote an eight-page paper “reflecting on my own adolescent experiences in the context of what we discussed in class.”
I got an A on the paper, which I believe I earned.
I wish I could say that previous sentence more often.
On the other hand, I never used to be one to worry about my grades.
I have thought about Alfie Kohn more this semester and summer than I ever did when we read about him for Wally’s class senior year.
I tend to suppress a lot of things about previous relationships.
These on occasion come back to haunt me.
So do ex-boyfriends, from time to time.
I have an abnormal fascination with a lot of things. Pesto and lilacs are just two of them.
I do not own any plain white socks. I can’t imagine a reason to.
I also do not eat meat. I don’t have a reason to at this point in my life.
I have no idea if I will raise my children vegetarian.
I picture myself having children, someday.
I don’t often picture myself married.
I often fear that I will never fall in love.
I really want to fall in love some time in my life.
I also want to have my heart broken at some point in my life. So that I understand it. This doesn’t make me too bizarre, does it?
I am still very much an adolescent.
I really like being a college student.
Hey, I liked high school, too, but I was pretty glad to be done with it.
I believe the two stupidest courses I ever took were Mr. Holte’s Classics class and Instructor Jackman’s Capitalism-Has-Saved-The-World class. Or his history class. I can never remember the title.

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I have discovered that I am a very emotional person.
There are very few people who know how to handle my emotional attacks.
Mana is the best at it.
Mana is my best friend in the world, as well as one of the best people I’ve had the privilege of knowing.
We are celebrating our eight-year-anniversary this summer, while in different countries, affectionately referring to each other as “punk-ass.”
She dyed her hair reddish once, too.
I really enjoy rereading my old journals.
I used to write in my journal every day.
I wish I still did that.
I find certain people very, very intriguing. Aaron Sander was the first to fit that description. The latest is Jack Dudley.
I really like to be in control of things. Especially my emotions.
I talk myself in circle frequently.
I also talk to myself- aloud- frequently.
I think I would marry Andy Falgier, except that he is seventeen-and-a-half years younger than I am.
I really like myself. I have an excessive amount of self-esteem when it comes to most things.
I really hate rejections.
That word just SOUNDS mean- rejection.
Especially this past semester, I have recently become more religious than I ever used to be.
I enjoy and am very honored to hold leadership positions, but they also scare the crap out of me.
I really like the movie “The Other Side of Heaven,” though no one besides Katie has ever heard of it.
Shannon is the only friend of mine from home (besides my Mana) than I keep in touch with on a regular basis.
Shannon and I had the best New Year’s Party around this winter. Liz and Vicky never showed up, and neither did Lestat, but we waited for them, as well as for Britney Spears and her date, Jesus.
I used to think I was a really good writer.
On occasion, I still think that. More so on a personal level, and not as far as academic writing.
I smile A LOT.
I am supposed to be in Omaha this weekend.
All the flights there and back were full.
I talked to Jen on Monday night, and it made me really happy.
I talked to Codak yesterday, and that also made me very, very happy.
After talking to him, I cranked up the music on my way back to work and sang along.
My afternoon at work was not nearly as much fun as talking to those two was.
I really like country music, and I never used to.
I really treasure some of those people that I have met and known I will never see again. Chris from Maho is one of those people.
I wish that I had some musical ability, such as playing the guitar or singing.
I sing a lot anyway.
Victoria loved my singing so much that she often ordered me to do so, accompanied by a dance.
One of my pens broke, and tried to shoot itself at my wall.
I really like the German language.
I like singing in German with Katie. Especially when there is an orange involved.

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Seventy-three is my favorite number. This is because one day I decided I needed a favorite number, and I chose seventy-three. I think this story tells a lot about me, though I can’t verbalize why.
I can’t verbalize a lot of things.
My bra strap is twisted.
That fact interested no one, I am sure.
I have owned two underwire bras in my life, but have since gotten rid of both of them.
Michelle and I have our own club called TCHB. We have a secret handshake that can only be performed by members of our club.
I really want to live in the Twin Cities after college.
But first I want to volunteer for a year somewhere outside of the Midwest.
Not that I want to volunteer near the beach, but I have been really missing the beach lately. I think it’s the smell of sunscreen at work getting to me.
I really can’t stand putting things in my eyes.
I am having surgery in three weeks (wisdom teeth removal), and this scares me a lot.
The only other medical procedures I have ever had include several immunizations, three blood donations, two butterfly bandages, and twisting my arm back in when it came out of the socket.
I have only a very vague recollection of my arm being pulled out of the socket when I was three, but I am very aware of its possibility when I am playing with children.
I also have only a very vague recollection of my first kiss.
That doesn’t really bother me.
I crack my knuckles
My main knuckles on my fingers also bend backwards, making less than ninety-degree angles.
I have yet to find out if the combination of these will give me arthritis later on in life.
I really hate the idea of consuming chocolate or pop before being awake for at least two hours.
I really like being a vegetarian, for the most part.
I have a strange memory for dates and other odd number facts. I used to be able to name the first seventy or so Baby-Sitters Club books according to their number. For example, Number Ten is “Logan Likes Mary Ann.” I can do that whole A=1 through Z=26 thing. I am so 3-15-15-12.
I like ice cream more than pizza.
I saw “Arsenic and Old Lace” last night, and it was hilarious.
I don’t read as much as I used to or as much as I would like to, but I have really good intentions.
I have really good intentions on most things.
When people DON’T have good intentions, that baffles me.
Apple juice is my favorite thing to drink. Next is milk.
This has been fun, and not as much work as Lauren said it was.
I hate shoe shopping.

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Even from a different country, chiquiquita you can make me smile. :) you are the bestest friend in the whole world. viva el numero 8!

mana de mexico con flores en mi pelo

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[terrypurple73.livejournal.com]

Hi I don't know what most of your Spanish means, but... that's okay. I am sure it means something lovely. I love you. I was so glad to hear from you, and I will write you soon. My mom tells my I should get off the computer since it is lightninging outside, and.... it's okay. It's all good. I miss you. I'll say hi to the Big O for you this weekend. Keep me posted on all that is happening (I see I have another email from you, so maybe you already are!), and I will talk to you later. Much much love,
~Terry