Tagged. It's more fun with lasers.
This is in response to Laurel's tag. Normally I'm not that into the chain-letter thing... but I'm supposed to be really busy right now. (For an explanation, see #1.)
1. I have a serious procrastination problem. The fact that I’m even typing this now, instead of grading my never-ending piles of papers when it’s the last week of the term, is proof of my very embarrassing, very harmful, very target-for-punch line, core issue.
2. I have an adolescent crush on my husband. Let me explain: I often stare at his picture. I laugh at his jokes (even when they’re not that funny). I like to meet people who know him or his family, so I can talk him up. I HAVE to kiss him at least 20 times a day or I get hurt feelings. I like to watch him sleep. I’m like a live-in stalker. Basically, it’s an immature obsession… one that I hope I never grow out of.
3. I don’t have a favorite book. Everyone asks me about it, but I just don’t have one. I have lots of runners-up and I’ve had favorite books in the past, but whether years of required college reading or, sometimes-related, disillusionment with the classics that have jaded me, I just don’t know anymore. What kind of an English teacher doesn’t have a favorite book? I don’t even think I have a favorite genre. Oh well.
4. I’m unnaturally close to my family. To my own detriment, I’m closer to my parents and siblings than I am to even my closest friends. We have so many stories, so many inside jokes, so many commonalities; it’s always just so fun to be around each other. (Hey - what happened to the once a month get-together, guys?) And all the spouses of my siblings only add to the joy. We’ve been really lucky. Brett’s and Matt’s hypothetical wives better not screw up this great dynamic we’ve got goin’.
5. I watch way too many movies. I guess I’ll include recorded TV shows too (I never seem to watch anything when it actually airs). I haven’t really been watching a lot lately, and instead of feeling refreshed… the fact is gnawing at me, like I’m missing out on life lessons or something. But it’s not the watching that’s the bad part… it’s the fact that I reference everything that happens to me to my “stories”. For example: I once had a very "When Harry Met Sally” friendship. Or, I once ended a relationship upon realizing that I was acting like Scarlett O’Hara (yes, there was a Rhett and an Ashley). I compare my awkward lunch table conversations to The Office. And after Megan’s Friends reference the other day about “fun Bobby,” and the fact that I’m preparing to teach Jekyll and Hyde, I’m paranoid that I have a split personality.
Okay, this was intended to be an informative doo-dah, but it turned out to be kind of an embarrassing series of confessions. Meh.
1. I have a serious procrastination problem. The fact that I’m even typing this now, instead of grading my never-ending piles of papers when it’s the last week of the term, is proof of my very embarrassing, very harmful, very target-for-punch line, core issue.
2. I have an adolescent crush on my husband. Let me explain: I often stare at his picture. I laugh at his jokes (even when they’re not that funny). I like to meet people who know him or his family, so I can talk him up. I HAVE to kiss him at least 20 times a day or I get hurt feelings. I like to watch him sleep. I’m like a live-in stalker. Basically, it’s an immature obsession… one that I hope I never grow out of.
3. I don’t have a favorite book. Everyone asks me about it, but I just don’t have one. I have lots of runners-up and I’ve had favorite books in the past, but whether years of required college reading or, sometimes-related, disillusionment with the classics that have jaded me, I just don’t know anymore. What kind of an English teacher doesn’t have a favorite book? I don’t even think I have a favorite genre. Oh well.
4. I’m unnaturally close to my family. To my own detriment, I’m closer to my parents and siblings than I am to even my closest friends. We have so many stories, so many inside jokes, so many commonalities; it’s always just so fun to be around each other. (Hey - what happened to the once a month get-together, guys?) And all the spouses of my siblings only add to the joy. We’ve been really lucky. Brett’s and Matt’s hypothetical wives better not screw up this great dynamic we’ve got goin’.
5. I watch way too many movies. I guess I’ll include recorded TV shows too (I never seem to watch anything when it actually airs). I haven’t really been watching a lot lately, and instead of feeling refreshed… the fact is gnawing at me, like I’m missing out on life lessons or something. But it’s not the watching that’s the bad part… it’s the fact that I reference everything that happens to me to my “stories”. For example: I once had a very "When Harry Met Sally” friendship. Or, I once ended a relationship upon realizing that I was acting like Scarlett O’Hara (yes, there was a Rhett and an Ashley). I compare my awkward lunch table conversations to The Office. And after Megan’s Friends reference the other day about “fun Bobby,” and the fact that I’m preparing to teach Jekyll and Hyde, I’m paranoid that I have a split personality.
Okay, this was intended to be an informative doo-dah, but it turned out to be kind of an embarrassing series of confessions. Meh.
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