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I love birthdays because they're the only days that are just about me. I've always used them as an excuse to have attention lavished on me. I will never let anyone forget my birthday. I'm that annoying friend who comes up to you in the middle of a party and be all "Guess what next Monday is! My birthday!" But I love them best because it's when you get to lavish attention on your loved ones. To spend a day making your favorite people know that you think they are the coolest, it's just so much fun. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love presents, but making other people happy with an awesome gift is just so much more fulfilling to me. I've been known to give David his birthday presents a week in advance because I just can't wait to see his reaction. Birthdays are even better than Christmas because it's all about you and nobody cares if you make a fool of yourself and get way too drunk or eat the entire cake by yourself. It's the perfect excuse for all most any kind of behavior: "Dude, why is that guy floating in the fountain wearing a crown?" "It's his birthday." "Oooh. Happy birthday, man!" "Why is that girl telling everyone there's an oil fund hidden in the house?" "Cause she's wasted because it's her birthday." "Oh, ok. Somebody make her a drink." (Not that I know anyone that these things happened to.) Cause birthdays are awesome and are all about you! Happy birthday to me and everyone else!
*Photo courtesy of Nick and all of his fantastic self!
You know you had fun when you have a great time, do some visiting, do some drinking, turn in for the night.... and then find out you apparently got drunk in your sleep and made a fool of yourself and couldn't operate doors.
But yeah, besides that, it was a fantastic weekend. And it's not over yet! I love holiday weekends, they're splendiferous. And since my boyfriend's frat house opened up yesterday, there are people in town to do idiotic things with. I'm one of those weird girls that would much rather hang out with guys than girls. Like, I even go out with my boyfriend's fraternity brothers without him, cause they're fun and he's a homebody. But now, I'm hungry and still a little tipsy, so it's off to lunch. Any suggestions?
So this morning I make the conscious decision to be late. But then, of course, I start worrying about how late I am and, oh my God, my boss is gonna be pissed and this was a stupid, stupid idea. I come racing into work a good thirty minutes late, sit down at my desk, and wait for my first task. I don't see my boss for TWO HOURS. I come to find out that the only thing there really is for me to do today is load and unload the dishwasher. ONCE.
I think my boss is trying to drop hints that maybe I could go home early today, but forget that! I'm gonna sit on my ass and suck every paid-to-sit-and-think-of-things-to-do-on-the-computer-hour I can out of this. Cause I'm sweet and considerate like that.
Thanks Zoot!LAYER ONE:-- Name: Cheryl-- Birth date: January 23, 1986-- Birthplace: Hazlehurst, MS-- Current Location: Starkville, MS (work)-- Eye Color: Hazel, extremely green when I’m tired-- Hair Color: Brownie-Blond-- Height: 5’9” when I don’t slouch-- Righty or Lefty: Righty-- Zodiac Sign: AquariusLAYER TWO:-- Your heritage: Irish, Norwegian, English, and a lot of German, then some more random European for good measure-- The shoes you wore today: Blue $20 sneakers from Payless, b/c I work with acid and I'm extremely clumsy.-- Your weakness: good leather, chocolate, and anything that tugs at the heartstrings. Seriously, Hallmark commercials make me cry. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition? Total sobfest-- Your fears: Being a failure-- Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni with Extra Cheese, lots of sweet sauce, with a crispy thin crust.--Goal you'd like to achieve: Successful wife, mother, daughter and a kick-ass corporate consultant that makes major bankLAYER THREE:-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: So, what’s up with you?-- Your first waking thoughts: I hate being up before the sun.-- Your best physical feature: Either my eyes or my ass. I guess it depends on which way I’m facing.-- Your most missed memory: All-day military airshows, sitting on a big blanket with my folks, eating lemon ices.LAYER FOUR:-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke, preferably made with Splenda-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King, definitely-- Single or group dates: group-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, but has to be sweet-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate-- Cappuccino or coffee: neither, Mocha Frappe with no-sugar whip from Strangebrew! (Can I get a free one now?)LAYER FIVE:-- Smoke: Mostly, no-- Cuss: Cutting back-- Sing: In the car at the top of my lungs, and lullabyes. See? The windows have to be up or you have to be half a sleep for my voice to be tolerable-- Take a shower everyday: Yes, can’t stand not to-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes.-- Want to go to college: I am right now, and I can’t wait to get out-- Liked high school: It had its ups and downs.-- Want to get married: Can’t wait!!!-- Believe in yourself: Most of the time, and if I don’t, I do a pretty good job of faking it.-- Get motion sickness: Hardly ever, but a tilt-a-whirl right after steak-on-a-stick will definitely do it.-- Think you're attractive: Most of the time-- Think you're a health freak: Definitely not! Bring on the fatty red meat with carbs on the side! Except for like once a week, then I’m healthy.-- Get along with your parent(s): Yep, love ‘em. (When they're not being totally irrational.)-- Like thunderstorms: Yes-- Play an instrument: I think I remember how to play the sax, and I can play the right hand part on a piano.LAYER SIX:In the past six months...-- Drank alcohol: Oh, definitely yes-- Smoked: Yes, but always with alcohol involved. No more stress smoking!-- Done a drug: Only OTC-- Made Out: Yep-- Gone on a date: Yep-- Gone to the mall? Yes; and out of 170 stores? Nothing! I hate malls!!-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos? No, I can only take a few at a time, and I was always the kid who got in trouble at VBS for only eating the filling-- Eaten sushi: Yes, and it’s fanfrickintastic-- Been on stage: Nope-- Been dumped: No, thank god those days are over with-- Gone skating: Nope, but maybe next month-- Made homemade cookies: No, and I miss them! -- Dyed your hair: It is dyed, but I didn’t do it.-- Stolen Anything: A Lindor truffle from the gas station. I do believe I was intoxicated at the time.LAYER SEVEN:Ever...-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yep.-- If so, was it mixed company: Yes, but I never lost-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Omg, the stories and pictures that will never disappear, no matter how hard I pray-- Been caught "doing something": There were suspicions, but never visual proof-- Been called a tease: Yes, and it extremely pissed me off.-- Gotten beaten up: No-- Shoplifted: Yes-- Changed who you were to fit in: Yes. In high school, but I realized that was stupid, though I still think that if someone doesn’t like me, it’s my fault.LAYER EIGHT:-- Age you hope to be married: 22-- Numbers and Names of Children: 5 – I’ve got a list somewhere, but I can’t find it right now.-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Getaway to New Orleans; as it was before the hurricane of course-- How do you want to die: In my sleep, healthy.-- Where you want to go to college: Currently toughing it out at the Old Main-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Part-time corporate consultant that makes $1000 an hour. Keep your fingers crossed-- What country would you most like to visit: EspaƱa, but I need to work on my Spanish a bit before that.LAYER NINE:-- Number of drugs taken illegally: There is no record, therefore none-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 4, maybe 5-- Number of CDs that I own: non-burned? Like, 7-- Number of piercings: 2, in the ears-- Number of tattoos: none, but I have a pencil lead stuck in my hand-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? Besides honor roll stuff in school, probably 4 times-- Number of scars on my body: More than I can count, and a lot of them are one on top of another.-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Trying to impress people, was and still is my biggest character flaw. Causes way too much stress: good in the workplace, bad in a bar.
Cause I was tagged by my sister... - I like to lick the seasoning off of Pringles before I eat them (one at a time, not the whole can, of course).
- I find work much more enjoyable than college.
- I enjoy hanging out with my parents just as much as with my friends.
- I like opera. No, like, really like opera.
- I get annoyed when people pronounce words from other languages wrong. It's not "Bi-locks-e" so why should it be "Mecksico"?
Okay, this is new. Well, let's just try it out, shall we?